Welcome, this is my first fan fiction on anything basically, I do not own the Hunger Games. more details at the end of this chapter.
A Deadly Song: The 13th Hunger Games.
President Braxton Steinem:
"Alright Cyrus, I'll bite," said President Braxton Steinem, as he was scanning the Arena that was just completed, "What's with all the water? I've only seen this much water in the games once before, and you know how that ended."
Cyrus Runnalls did know what had happened, because he was the one that had helped Vivian Bruley-Linfoot create that arena. Cyrus smiled briefly at the thought, remembering how clever Braxton had thought it would be to have an arena with only three islands, little drinkable water at the cornucopia, and how the water surrounding the 2 small islands and the large island with 24 rafts was all salt water. Then his smile faded, because he knew he and Vivian had let the unthinkable happen, they let Byron Wilmarth, a rebel, win the fourth games.
It was a simple mistake then, but was costly later. Vivian had thought that there was still a tribute remaining when Byron killed the tribute from 2, but after a few minutes of searching the arena trying to figure out where that tribute was, Vivian realized his mistake. The tribute from 6 he thought was still alive had died in the night of starvation, so then the fanfare sounded. Braxton was enraged at this mistake, and had Vivian killed on the spot.
"Yes, I remember those games Braxton," said Cyrus, "but I promise you, this one will not end like that."
"Or like the third games almost ended either," Braxton interrupted, remembering that the victor of those games almost had no kills and their only kill was at the end when the other tribute was bleeding to death anyway.
"Trust me Braxton; there is a reason to this water. The tributes will never expect what trouble this sea can give them." said Cyrus confidently, "Would you like me to show you right now?"
"No thank you Cyrus, I can wait until the games with the rest of the world. I do assume you will give the tributes a way across?" asked Braxton.
"Yes, each tribute will…" Cyrus was going to tell Braxton how the tributes would be able to cross when he was interrupted.
"You don't need to tell me, I don't like spoilers and I trust that you do have a way. I just wanted to make sure this wasn't one of those small details you sometimes leave out." said Braxton, with a friendly smile.
"Trust me, there will be a way."
Now some more information about my SYOT.
It is not first come, tribute submissions will be up on my profile and the deadline will be on there as well.
If you have any questions PM me, and thank you for your tributes.