A/N: Suppppppppp my little fishes. Just kidding. I don't have any fans :). Well this is my first ever FF, so it's gonna be terrible. Submissions are going to be open until all the spots are filled with gnarly tributes and you should probably submit because nobody else will and you'll most likely get in. Oh well, here we go my little fishes. INTO THE DEEP BLUE SEA!
Second A/N: I am in no way a Satanist, nor do I mean to offend anyone by writing this.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. This disclaimer goes for the whole entire story, I'm not putting a disclaimer in every chapter.
Lucy Fir, 23, Capitol Satanist
As I sneak into the Gamemaker's planning room, I notice that I forgot my lucky charm. My triple 6 Satan idol... oh well. It doesn't matter. I don't need luck with Satan's will behind my own. He has been my only family ever since my parents were slaughtered for worshipping God. A "freak accident" is what they called it. But I know better than to believe that. I was there. Satan was with me. He said he had no patience for God's greed... and that he was looking for disciples. He said that I was worthy. All I needed to do was burn them... and I would be filled with power. The power to destroy.
I was bullied in school. Everyone made fun of my name because it was a "girl name". They insulted me. They even made a rhyme that they sang whenever they saw me. They sang "Girly Lucy is a wussy. What a bitch, he has a pussy!"
All I wanted was revenge.
Revenge. Revenge. Revenge.
It consumed my thoughts, it was all I could think about. Revenge... I couldn't help but feel that way. After all, they were so... mean. I couldn't learn anything. They just bullied, and bullied, and bullied. I thought that if I could destroy them, I would feel better.
So I burned my parents alive. For revenge. For Satan. They never loved me anyways, they were only concerned with money.
I then went on to kill the kids that bullied me. It felt so good... Satan was proud. However, it didn't come without consequences.
I was caught by peacekeepers and thrown in prison for life. I spent 4 years in there. Carving symbols onto the ground and into the walls. Worshipping. Praying.
Finally, after those 4 years, Satan gave me the power to escape. I woke up from a ritual feeling different. I felt... energized. I felt the need to destroy. I broke the bars to the prison, and ran. I was shot 4 times by the peacekeeper patrolling my wing. But this didn't stop me. I tackled him and strangled him. I ran through the rest of the prison. By then, I was being chased by half of the guards in the prison. Knowing this didn't stop me. I reached the 8 foot tall fence. The height didn't stop me. I climbed. At the top, there was barbed wire. This didn't stop me. I jumped down to the other side, and was grazed by another bullet. 4 bullets and multiple cuts in my body from the barbed wire didn't stop me from running. It only fueled me. Satan fueled me.
That was a year ago. I lived in the streets of the Capitol for the past year, and I've been waiting. Waiting for this year.
The year of the 666th Hunger Games.
I just wanted to see the plans. To see how good they would be. To see whether or not My Lord would be proud. So I left my makeshift tent, and went to break into the Gamemakers' planning room. To see the plans.
I killed 6 peacekeepers. 3 were patrolling, 1 was sleeping, and 2 were the ones guarding this room that I'm in right now.
I need to start looking for the plans. There seems to be a filing cabinet that doesn't have locks on it. I'm going to start there.
As I'm skimming through the various documents, I hear someone yelling outside of the room. It's probably a peacekeeper. Good thing I locked the door.
These aren't the plans... these are unused ideas. I want the plans. The plans for this year. The plans for my Lord...
There! on the head Gamemaker's desk. A box...
There's pounding on the door. I need to hurry. I sprint over to the box, but halfway there, the door breaks open. I see a peacekeeper running at me with a baton. He can do whatever he wants just as long as I see...
I open the box. Inside, there's...
Oh dear. This is going to be a glorious year. The end for 23 tributes is near. The arena is...
CRASH!
The last thing I see before I black out is a peacekeeper holding a gun to my head.
A/N: That was awful. There's probably multiple typos. I'm not even going to read over it. I'm lazy. :))))). Please review and tell me how I did! Keep in mind that I'd prefer you tell me where I could improve instead of simply saying "good job" and moving on. "There are no two words more harmful than the words "Good Job"." -Terence Fletcher who is actually J.K. Simmons saying a line out of his script
Here's the form. It's also on my profile. Thanks to Wiz for letting me use this.
Title the PM like this, Bad Vibes: District, Gender, Name
Name:
Age:
Gender:
District: (Please give at least two back-ups)
Appearance: (Please be descriptive)
Personality: (This is literally the most descriptive and important part. Please tell me as much as possible about your tribute)
History: (Like personality, tell me as much as you can)
Reaped/Volunteered:
Reaction/Reason:
Reaping outfit:
Token:
Family:
Friends:
Hobbies/skills:
Preferred weapon:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strategy for training:
Strategy for the Games:
Interview angle:
Strengths: (Another very important part. Please be reasonable, even though I know you awesome people will be :))
Weaknessess: (Same as strengths)
Preferred Score: (Changes might have to be made, but I will keep your thoughts in mind)
Open to allies:
*Open to romance: (Yes, I did actually add this. There most likely won't be much of this, unless you beg me to add some in)
*Willing to kill?:
How far do you think they'll go?: (this may be changed, and probably will be. My apologies in advance, but do understand...)
Opinion of the Games and the Capitol:
Preferred Death: (Again, this is very VERY prone to change. But I will try to keep your thoughts in mind)
Worst Fear(s):
Other: