Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games; they belong to the magnificent Suzanne Collins. This does not follow the same storyline as any of the Hunger Games books (maybe a little bit) and does not feature any of Suzanne Collins' characters. This is my own Hunger Games featuring totally new tributes with no main character… please enjoy

Chapter One: The Reaping's

Dazzling lights blinded the eyes of the audience and screams erupted from the mass of colour. The citizens of the Capitol were going wild with excitement having gone all out in their newest fashion sense which consisted mostly of various sparkling skin tones, neon hair colours and short dark attires. The one thing that didn't seem to sparkle was the large plain black stage; at least, not yet. A spotlight struck the stage and the crowd went silent instantly as if an unspeakable horror had just been committed before them, until he walked on.

Caesar Flickerman. When it comes to the latest fashion, Caesar Flickerman was the man to idolise. His ever changing appearance had made him a god in the eyes of the Capitol. One would never find Caesar the same for more than one day, and today, he really had pulled a rabbit out of the hat. Caesar was wearing a deep yellow suit, the colour equivalent to the yellow of the sun; it even seemed to flicker slightly as if it too was a giant ball of fire amongst the great black stage he stood upon. His hair was spiked high upon his head like a great orange urchin, golden streaks of glitter pouring from the sharp, knife-like ends of each individual spike. His skin was a sparkly pale white and seemed to melt into the bright yellows of his suit and add to the already exquisite sparking appearance. His face was lost in the colour of yellow except for his eyes which represented a deep blood red colour and flickered with orange streaks creating the illusion that his eyes were on fire. They stood out brightly amongst his pale glittery flesh and complete Caesar's overall sun like image. The crowd went wild at his appearance from side stage left and it was already obvious that the entire populace had planned their next shopping trip to catch up on the new fiery fashion. But this was not a time to plan ones constant every day wardrobe change, it was a time for celebration. Caesar stood centre stage, a large smile literally stretching from ear to ear, blinding any citizen who dared to look straight into the pure deadly white teeth he so preciously procured. Caesar bowed multiple times and waved to the audience, absorbing every last drop of admiration from his adoring fans. His eyes widened, the bright golden streaks seemed to intoxicate the very stage as it lit up in a bright yellow. Two glittery white chairs that almost looked exactly like clouds were revealed from under the stage along with six vast, cinema sized screens that lined the back and the sides of the stage. The crowd did not stop screaming with absolute pleasure even though Caesar was doing nothing but sitting on a cloud looking like a god. However, the time had come for adoring their god to end; as much as Caesar wished it would continue the proceedings for the night had to carry on. After many long moments later, the screaming and cheering slowly and unwillingly came to an end, until Caesar opened his mouth to speak that is,

"Welcome, welcome –"

The crowd exploded into cheers at the very thought that such a celebration was about to unfold once again as it did each year for the past 63 years. Once again the crowd's cheers came to a stop after many lengthy moments so the celebration could indeed unfold.

"Welcome, welcome to the 64th annual Hunger Games!" Caesar announced inviting the people across the whole of Panem to cheer and celebrate for it was not only the exhilarated citizens of the Capitol that were watching but each and every district in each and every home. However most of them did not feel the same way about the Games as the Capitol. The Games is a world renowned event in which 24 children, one male and one female between the ages of twelve and eighteen are chosen from the districts. From the twelve districts two tributes are reaped and sent to the capitol in order to train to survive. Over seven days they train and impress so as to gain knowledge, muscle to survive and support from the capitol citizens who could potentially be their key to winning the Games. 24 children are then placed in a random arena with only one returning alive. Most say the games are murder whereas to the Capitol, it's their source of true entertainment. Families from the districts sit by their televisions staring ominously into the box as they watch the "celebration" unfold. 24 families are watching in horror as to how happy and excited the Capitol is to see their loved ones go through a system of pure torture and most likely returned in a box with what is left of their bodies. The screams from the crowd die down once more and Caesar flashes a smile out to the cameras, just for those grieving families.

"Yes, it is that time of year again and I'm tickled with excitement to begin the Games but first I have to introduce your tributes! These brave, heroic figures are here tonight preparing for their grand entry but first let's see how they got here! Over to you Capitol Cameras!" And with another flash of his dazzling white smile the stage dimmed and the cinema screens blinked on to show the logo of the first district. Even Caesar's outfit seemed to dim as to not distract from the main show. Surely citizens wrote that on their list of wardrobe updates: 'make sure outfit dims'.

The screens then blinked again into a high angle view of District One, the district of luxury. It was obvious that when America fell, those who were rich and did not seem to fall as hard as others were placed in this district, it showed greatly in the design and materials the town centre was made up of. The pure white marble flooring glistened with flecks of gold and silver diamonds which reflected beautiful, sparkling light across the entire district, infecting everything it touched with beauty. The city hall was a grand white mansion with gold encrusted doors and window linings and stood marvellously at the edge of the plaza. The children lined up in the centre glowing beautifully and looking as pure and beautiful as royalty. The girls were dressed in their most splendid dresses and the boys in their fine pressed suits. They stood fine and proud towards the city hall as they had trained long and hard for this very day. The day in which two heroes would be picked to represent their district with the highest honour; if one were to return, they would be adored and idolised by all in the district. The families stood on the outskirts of the plaza, smiles etched into their faces as they proudly watched their children. Two glass bowls stood in front of the hall, each filled to the brim with pieces of paper with the names of every child on each slip. A capitol escort rose forward, dressed in similar apparel to the children but with just a bit more, Capitol-ness, tipping their outfit from royalty to outrageously crazy, the perfect Capitol attire.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour!" she said through an extremely strange and twisted accent. If the children didn't understand what she said through her strange accent you couldn't tell, their strong expressions did not falter. "Ladies first," she announced as she glided toward the bowl on the left. The large group of girls stood taller and prouder than ever, each one hoping to hear their name and get the chance to honour their district. "Maya Day" she chirped as she folded the slip up and deposited it in the back of her outfit. A beautiful blonde girl confidently floated toward the Capitol escort, turning on her heels and staring down her district with fierce eyes and a determination to win and prove herself.

"My name is Maya Day, I am seventeen and I will represent my district with great pride." One with this much beauty was bound to earn truckloads of sponsors. The escort frowned slightly at being upstaged by such a beautiful tribute and turned away from her as to avoid making eye contact, worried that she would look ugly if she stared into the eyes of this angel. She moved towards the bowl to the right containing the names of the strong confident boys who stood taller and higher when their time came.

"Carlo Boyd" was the name that rang out around the district and a loud 'ha' of accomplishment could be heard from the middle of the first row. A tall lanky man stepped forward, a devilish smile plastered to his face. He turned to his district and smiled at them,

"My name is Carlo Boyd, I'm eighteen and District One, your victor has just been reaped!" He said with confidence and pride that would make any lion look weak. Sighs could be heard from the group of unreaped girls and Carlo moved towards Maya, wrapping his arm around her and waving out to his fellow district citizens. Maya glared cynically at Carlo for a split second then she too turned to the district and absorbed her applause.

The screen blinked back to black and the logo of District Two appeared. This district showed great promises when it came to victors for their specialty was weapons and although children were not allowed to train for the games, the urge to when the equipment is so readily available is just too tempting for the strong, fit children of District Two. The screen blinked black once again and the image of the district's city centre faded into view. The city hall was an abstract work of metallic art that glistened bright silver in the glowing sunlight. The centre's floor was a patchwork of various metals that melted so beautifully together and allowed light to bounce straight off it. The entire square was filled with bright dazzling lights from the radiating metals and created that sparkling metallic effect that Capitol citizens had tried so hard to achieve. Due to weapons being in such high demand in the capitol, District Two was among the richest districts in Panem. The children were dressed in beautiful dark colours that contrasted exquisitely to the silver and copper colours of the metals surrounding them. Their escort wore what could only be described as a metallic pyramid that glowed gold from the inside out, a classic Capitol impersonation of the rigid and shiny District Two. He stepped forward and repeated the same words out to the district children who were ever so keen to hear their name drawn.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour! Now, ladies first," he said with a wink towards the group of girls as he hobbled as best as he could in his pyramid of immobility. However before he could reach the bowl of names a strong confident voice rang out above the crowd of girls.

"I volunteer!" She stepped forward and walked swiftly towards the stage, turning quickly making few of the girls jump. Her eyes were filled with a lust for power and everything about her screamed 'killer'. "My name is Skyler Lack, I am seventeen and I will win the Hunger Games!" She smiled sadistically and even some of the parents cowered behind their hands in fear. The escort smiled smugly, knowing he had a winner on his hands and proud that he got to be in a district so promising. He hobbled over to the next bowl, slowly making his way to the names, contemplating how he was going to bend over to actually reach any of the slips. Before he could reach a solution a man stepped forward and wrapped his arm around the escort's neck.

"It's alright old lad, I'll volunteer, saves you having to bend over now doesn't it," he smirked and looked up and out towards his district. "My name is Calen Miler, eighteen, and girls, I will be your victor," he smiled devilishly towards a group of girls where giggles and moans could be heard. The escort sighed in relief and hobbled between the two tributes of Two, grabbing their hands and lifting them up in celebration.

"I give you, your tributes!" And the screen blinked black. Before the citizens of Panem knew it the logo for District Eleven was already coming up onto the screen however the best districts had already been seen so people's attention were drawn away from the screens, however, the reaping continued to play as per normal. The screen blinked black and the image of District Eleven's city centre slowly seeped into view. It wasn't flattering, every other district had floor covering their centre, even Ten with their livestock and country style and attitude. The ground was dark dirt and as much as it didn't appeal to the citizens of the Capitol, it was beautiful among the citizens of Eleven. It was soft, rich dirt that felt like clouds under one's bare feet. Dirt to these people meant life, a life derived from growing produce, selling it and making a living to buy food to allow them to survive the day. Their town hall however was nothing they were proud of due to the fact that it wasn't theirs. Most of the city halls fitted the district like a missing jigsaw piece but because Eleven couldn't afford one the Capitol had to install it. A block building made from pure cement. Produce did not grow from cement so the people of Eleven despised the obstruction in the centre of their fertile soil. Their escort did not fit into the district any better however she would have been given millions of points for trying. Her outfit consisted of every fruit and vegetable imaginable. She was a nightmare of contrasting colours and shapes. The produce protruded from her body at every angle in weird and peculiar ways and did not look at all appetizing; however, it did bring a smile to the faces of the children. She did not feel the same way.

"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds… be ever… in your favour!" She spat as she glared down a group of twelve year old children in the front row who snickered at her and pointed to the banana protruding from forehead. She stormed to the bowl on the left on her melon shaped heels, leaving behind a few lost grapes and cherries that seemed to have misplaced themselves. "Sara!" She screamed, "Sara Wood!" The snickering stopped and the district went dead quiet. A tall strong girl stepped forward, a small tear ran down her cheek as she let go of the dearly beloved hand she was holding. She walked in a haze towards the escort who now smiled mischievously and proudly at having restored order. Sara turned to face the district, eyes red and blinking, hoping to wake from the nightmare.

"My name, Sara Wood. Sixteen –" She stopped abruptly and burst into tears, turning away from the district she so dearly beloved, too embarrassed to show her true feelings even though it was too late. The escort smiled and turned to the crowd who was obviously moved and troubled by what just happened.

"Thank you. Now, moving on," she wobbled on her melons towards the boys bowl and plucked a slip from the very top. Silence filled the district; her voice, an evil crow cackling out the name of her next victim. "Nathan Evans!" Nothing. "Nathan Evans?" A boy stepped out from the crowd of sixteen year olds and moved forwards toward the escort, a glassy expression on his face.

"My name is Nathan Evans, sixteen. I will do whatever it takes to come home," he said softly showing very little expression, showing nothing but confidence and belief in his words. But believing something doesn't always mean it's true. The screen blinked black and the dramatic reaping caught the attention of the Capitol citizens once again, everyone tuned in, excited to hear from the next reaping. The screen blinked on and the logo for District Twelve appeared, probably the poorest district of them all. The image of the town centre melted into view and the reaping for Twelve began. The plaza was bare. Dust covered the ground and marked the clothes of the citizens who lived there. Like Eleven, District Twelve had a built in box hall made from pure cement, implemented by the Capitol due to the lack of funds in the District Twelve vault. The children wore something similar to rags however slightly more formal, if rags could ever so slightly look formal. The children looked miserable and the parents were already grieving, Twelve was basically one family. The escort for Twelve had given up. There's not exactly much inspiration when it comes to coal, Twelve's primary production, and so therefore she decided to just bring along the capitol fashion. She wore a bright pink dress and florescent green stockings. Her cold blue hair was wrapped around a giant yellow beehive which sat on her head like a hat, her hair draped over and around the sides, sticking to the accessory like honey. Her face matched the colour of her dress and green eye make-up covered her eyes making it nearly impossible to see the colour of her eyes even at close range. She was a monster, and the citizens of Twelve did not appreciate such monstrosities. She smiled brightly, ignoring the horrified looks she was receiving from her entire audience.

"Welcome, Welcome to the reaping of district Twelve," she said with a voice so high pitched it could break glass. "Ladies first!" She reached the bowl of the girl's names, how she did so was a mystery to the citizens of Twelve. Many of them were considering calling a doctor. "Jessica Rose," she squeaked as she looked out over the group of girls. A horrified expression swept over one of the little girl's faces. She started to sob silently and had to be dragged up onto the stage because she couldn't move.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" It was almost a scream. A scream for help, not for herself but for the girl who had been called. Jessica's face lit up and her eyes were wide and like a bolt of lightning she raced to the girl who volunteered, wrapping her arms around her waist. The encounter was brief and seconds later she was being ripped off the volunteer to allow her to proceed but Jessica did not go easily. As the volunteer stepped up onto the stage the screams of the little girl could still be heard.

"My Name is Kayla Rose I am sixteen and I am honoured to represent my district" Her confidence almost seemed to persuade herself because her eyes did not show the same emotion her voice carried.

"And I'll bet my buttons that was your sister!" The escort piped but a harsh nod was all she received in return. "I guess it's time for the boys then!" She hiccupped as she brushed the rude encounter with Kayla off. "Bryon Kent?" A strong boy walked steadily towards the escort and rooted himself tall and firm next to his female district tribute. He did not say a word. "No volunteers then?" She chuckled as she searched the audience. "Well wasn't that just exciting?" The screen switched black and the nightmare had only just begun.