The 51st Hunger Games

by ForeverBrilliant

It has been one year since the second quarter quell. The Capitol is again baying for the blood of the tributes. Watch your tribute overcome traps, tricks and obstacles in the hope of becoming victor of the 51st annual Hunger Games. *SYOT OPEN*.

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

"Stay calm." I tell myself. "STAY CALM!"

But there is no use in telling myself to stay calm. I, Ryker Winters, the Head Gamemaker, am going to meet with President Snow in a few minutes to discuss my plans for the 51st Hunger Games. To an ordinary person, my feeling of dread may seem ridiculous. After all, it is just a casual meeting.

Wrong. When the president is involved, nothing is casual or unimportant. If you please him, you live to see another day If you don't please him, you die.

Last year's Head Gamemaker, Addison Okami, met with an unfortunately fatal 'car accident' because of Haymitch Abernathy's stunt with the force field. If something like that happens this year, I could go the same way as her!

"Stay calm!" I think again. It would be suicide to act nervous during the meeting. If there is something President Snow hates more than a traitor, it is a coward.

So I take a deep breath and think about my fiancé, Taniqua, and our soon to come wedding.

Thinking about her helps, but it doesn't stop me from jumping to my feet when President Snow walks in a minute later.

"Good evening, Ryker." He says. "You may now sit down."

I shakily sit down, and pull out a massive binder that contains all my plans for the 51st Hunger Games.

"It's very refreshing to see that all your plans are in one place. Addison would be running around like a headless chicken trying to find all her papers for the meeting. There would always be one catastrophe or another a week before the games started because of that woman's messiness and lack of order."

I nod, unsure of what point President Snow is trying to make here.

"Yes," he continues, "Addison Okami had her faults, but she pulled off a decent hunger games in the end. Until last year, of course"

I gulp. The references to Addison's execution aren't making me feel any better.

"So!" President Snow barks. "What about you boy? You are the youngest Head Gamemaker ever. Do you think you can prove to me hiring you wasn't a mistake?"

"O-of course s-sir!" I stammer.

"Well then, show me what you have!"

As I show President Snow the diagrams for the arena, I know the dread I felt earlier was justified. The president demands perfection, and won't settle for anything less. If I don't please President Snow, my neck will surely be in a noose!

The 51st Hunger Games must be unforgettable.

If they aren't, I will pay with my life.

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