This is a Hunger Games story were all the characters are created by me. I wrote it a long time ago but I am rewriting it and publishing it here. I did publish it a few days ago but I thought, why not have some fun? I hope you enjoy. I have up to the bloodbath finished so updates will be super fast. I do have a SYOT called Invictus-Dawn of a New Game. Check it out if you have a free moment :)

For the rules of the Games:

The night before, the unknowing tributes will be put in pairs. The males will have to pick one female from the group they want to 'couple' with. They will be expected to start a romance with this female tribute. If one of the pairs dies, the surviving one has 4 hours to convince a male/female to couple with them (can be the same sex) or face their tracker blowing up while in their blood stream. If a couple makes it to the end, the female gets a choice, allow her male to win along with her but face marriage to him or kill him and leave a free woman. The tributes have no clue about this twist.

Chapter 1: Mambo Number 5-D1-5

"During the 74th Hunger Games, Katniss died in the bloodbath so the rebellion never got the spark it needed. The Games continued and now everything is ready for 'The 80th Annual Hunger'. The tributes have been reaped and the Arena is ready so just one thing is left unanswered, who will win this time around? A story that follows the narratives of twenty-four characters so come read, pick your favorite and see how they do in his Game of life and death."

Alexandrite Musgravite, aged 18, District 1:

I had to be silent, my life depended on it. I slowed my breathing, my chest only making the slightest movement as did so. My green eyes were trained on the wooden floor in front of me as they waited for anything to happen. I brought my sword up to my chest, the cold metal touching the skin my vest top left exposed as I crouched down lower behind the wooden crate. My red hair, despite being tied back out the way, was sticking to my back and shoulders with sweat and my top was drenched.

My body tensed as I heard the ever familiar hum of my victim cutting through the humid air as it came closer. I smiled softly as I turned my body towards the opening, my right leg turning with it while my left leg dragged behind, slightly outstretched. I held my sword out in front of me in the defensive stance I had been taught. Everything I had worked for all came down to this.

As soon as the shadow of a human-like figure came into view, I knew they were close enough. I flung myself forward, my left leg pushing me off while my right foot impacted the ground and turned my body towards my victim. I let out a battle cry as I swung my left hand back before quickly swinging it forward, the sword it held cutting through the air, not even the force from it impacting the neck could stop it. I sliced through it like it was butter.

I spun round on my right foot to see my handy work as the lights turned on and the beeper sounded. In front of me lay the dummy's head, far away from the body that was attached to the small mechanical runner. My pride was shattered when I looked closer at what was stuck in the head. A small, metallic knife.

"Painite!" I screamed, throwing my sword to the floor in anger.

"Looks like I got the kill this time sweet cheeks," he sang as he skipped up behind me, his strawberry blonde curls bouncing with each movement. He was dressed in a sharp, black suit with a silver band around his wrists that was covered in Painite stones. Being the son of a Victor did get you the finer things in life.

"You ruined my training time you jerk!" I squealed as I slapped by hand across his chest, picked up my sword and walked away from the laughing baboon. He quickly runs after me, his brown eyes sparkling with pride. He would find this funny.

"Well you see," He said as he jumped in front of me, his index finger pressed to his cheek as if he was in deep thought. "This isn't timetabled and if I remember the wise old words of twelve-year-old Alexandrite, that means it doesn't exist so this is also my training time which means that is my kill," he smirked as he bopped me on the nose before turning round and doing a victory dance. I did not know what was scarier, the twerking of the fact he was going to be on live TV in a few hours.

"Are you honestly always like this?" I sighed as crossed my arms in front of my chest. Painite looked at me silently for a few seconds, I could see the cogs turning in his head, before a smug smirk formed on his face.

"Not Fridays," I raised my brow at his strange answer but he must have taken it as me begging for him to continue. "On Fridays, I like to put on women's clothing and become a stripper named Glamour," He looked at his nails like he was studying a hairline fracture in them. "It's a hard life and the money is weak," He choked, fake tears as he fell to the floor in crippling sadness.

"You should become an actor Miss Glamour" I sighed as I pushed passed him and walked towards the weapons stand.

"I might pick it as my talent when I win,"

"If," I corrected him.

"You're not going to the reaping dressed like that, are you?" he said, gesturing towards my training outfit, a white jumper with brown cloth pants and leather boots.

"Yep, I will have my time in the Capitol to play dress up. For now, I just want to feel comfortable," it might have seemed odd to some people that my main concern about going into the games was the fact they would change who I was. I didn't want to be molded into some pretty girl who blushed whenever a man winked at her. I wanted to be me.

"Fair enough," He said with a shrug. "Your mother won't be pleased with you though," he sighed, his head shaking slightly as he leaned against the weapons locker I was placing my weapon in.

"She never is," I scoffed as I walked away towards the light switch.

"She will be when she sees how amazing you are in that arena," He sighed through a sincere smile. He was an annoying idiot ninety percent of the time but these rare moments is what stops me from killing him. However, as if wanting to break the happiness, his smile morphed into one of a hyperactive child as he bounded out the door, shouting a goodbye as he did so.

The idea of him killing anyone seemed alien to me and I wasn't sure I wanted him to turn into a killer. As much as it pained me, I liked goofy Painite, I didn't want him to change either.

Lime Louis, aged 18, District 2:

"You look like someone has tried to make a tramp look like a princess," I said to Jean as he sat down next to me, a beaming smile on my face. Jean stiffened up at my words, his mouth swung open and small noises squeaked from his throat as he attempted to form a word. "I don't mean that in a hurtful way," I spat out. When he did not react, I quickly stood up I walked off towards the table full of sweets. My hand ran through my brown hair as I mentally slapped myself, I needed Jean as an ally and if I carried on like that, he was going to hate me and turn on me in the bloodbath.

"M-my mother stayed up all month making his suit for me...she put a lot of work into it," I turned round to him and I felt like just jumping out the train window. His eyes were cast down to his token, deep in thought, most likely about his mom. Most careers' got given expensive tokens like my golden ring with a limestone middle. Jean had a simple piece of paper to remind him of home, a drawing he had made of his dog. I scoffed at first, the idea of such a puny token seeming foolish but it must have meant so much to him. He wanted that drawing to be the last thing he saw in his final moments and deep down, I understood how important that was.

"I wasn't talking about your suit, that's beautiful, I was talking about your hair and facial hair," I said softly as I gestured towards his messy, overgrown black facial hair. He just shrugged, folding the paper up and putting in his pants pocket. "Do you still want to ally with me?" I whispered to the tall boy, his brown eyes looking into my blue once with hurt before turning and looking out to the world zooming past the window.

"It's District Two tradition for the tributes to ally so until given a solid reason not to, you are my ally," he said in a monotone voice, his eyes briefly glancing at me to see my reaction. A smiled exploded on my face and I felt like jumping on him and hugging him out of pure joy. He was still willing to accept me, the outcast back home, the friend no one wanted. It made me feel warm inside like I belonged. Even if I was a trained killer, It was nice to be accepted but I still worried Jean was doing it so he could kill me easier later on.

No, that was dumb, Jean wasn't like that, he was a nice guy and if he killed me, it would be for a good reason. However, I still couldn't shift the thought.

"So what do you think of our potential allies from four and one?" I sang as I bounded over to the chair opposite him and jumped on it in excitement earning a raised eyebrow from him. He turned his body away from the window and towards me, placing his arms on his knees and leaning closer towards me. I took the hint and moved closer to him as if he was telling me a secret.

"The guys from one look strong, they hold their posture correctly and their bodies look well built so strong contenders...most likely best to let one of them lead, I would have to meet them to determine if they would betray us," He whispered, tapping his nails on the table with each syllable, it was a cute but noisy and an annoying habit. "The two from four" he groaned, scratching his temple in annoyance. "They clearly are not the most trained, their posture was all wrong and I can tell they are not as good as they put forward...a good career holds himself high, has respect and knows how to get the audience on their side, they did none of that, they just screamed the fact their ego was too big," He sighed, moving his hand back to the table, it was only then that I noticed his index finger was missing, the stump wrapped in white bandages.

"So are we going to let them in?" I said softly, my blue eye wide in shock that he got that much from a reaping.

"Well, it would be up to the other two but I say that assuming they do get in, if you have the chance to end their life, do it," He said sternly before standing up and walking towards the water fountain. Grasping his stump as he did so. I couldn't help but wonder how it affects his performance. I would ask him but he might take that as me trying to find a weakness. But I wouldn't kill him and I was confident now that he wouldn't kill me. It was a dishonor to kill your District partner. The only time it was accepted was in the final two or with a mercy kill.

"What if they are pretty nice people," I mumbled louder than I would've liked, in fear he would snap or hurt me for such a dumb question. However, he just raised and brow took a sip of his water and walked back over to me, swirling his water around in his cup. He sat across from me again but this time placed his feet on the table and leaned back in the chair.

"Everyone is a kind person deep down, even us 'killers'. That's why they tell you to only focus on everyone's bad traits then you can't think of the person you killed in a good light. At the end of the day, they will just slow down the alliance with their lack of skills and as horrid as that sounds, it is an alliance that is only together making sure a career wins, not a friendship group," He looked at the water as the small ripples shone from the rays of sun that spilled in through the window.

"It's a battle, not a game," I said, what Jean was saying starting to hit home. The dark-haired boy nodded as he placed the drink down and looked me in the eyes.

"I mean, If I wanted a group of friends I would have been more social back home" he giggled before getting up again and walking towards the table that was covered in sweets. I was so happy I had found Jean, I wouldn't die for him but it was nice to have someone to trust in my Games.

Arc Good, aged 18, District 3:

The world seemed to fall silent as the pain in my chest grew. The only sound was the quickened heartbeat that seemed to boom and shakes everything with each pulse. It was so loud it made me feel sick. Or maybe that was just the eggs I had this morning not agreeing with me. The pain in my chest grew stronger with every second but I didn't even have the energy to move my hand up to massage it. My arms felt lifeless as they hung heavily by my side, shaking slightly as my body swayed from side to side.

How did I get here? Less than twenty minutes ago, Fousa was bugging me about meeting her that weekend after school and I was thinking of a way out of it. Now, I was stood on a stage in front of my whole District as my escort Prinn called for a volunteer to save me from my early grave. There wasn't one. I never put my name in more than I was forced to, my family was just well off enough to keep me from doing that. That means I only seven slips in there so this was all just bad luck. There must've been something I did wrong, though.

I looked into the crowd to find my younger brothers. Natan looked on, his eyes wide in fear as his body shook violently, his mind working overtime to try and fully piece together everything that had happened. He was a year younger than me and old enough to take my place but I didn't want him to. If any of the Good's were going to go through this, I wanted it to be me. Jabson was stood behind the crowd with my parents, shouting at them to do something, tears flooding out of his eyes. My father kept a brave face as he attempted to calm him down but my mother was on the floor, tears streaming down her face as she called my name.

"Arc!" Prinn shouted, bringing my hearing back and myself back to reality. "You seem sad, go pick the female tribute...my treat," she said, her snake-like smile curled at the corners. It baffled me that they really didn't understand what was so upsetting about this situation. I couldn't be angry at her, though, she was doing her job and I am sure deep down she hated it as much as people hated her.

As I dragged myself towards the glass bowl that held the female names, praying that I wouldn't pick anyone I knew. Fousa, Danie, any of the girls from school or even Darran's girlfriend, River, I didn't want to pick any of them. That probably made me an asshole, not matter who I picked, they would be loved by someone and I was sending them to their death. I took the deepest breath I could and threw my hand into the bowl and picked the first slip my hands fell around. I took it out, the white, glossy paper catching the sunlight and opened it to see the name displayed.

"Electra Stacy?" I choked as I called to the group of girls in front of me. They looked around confused for a few moments until the sound of a little girl and women screaming filled the air. The group of girls parted, opening up the gap were a small, twelve-year-old girl was sat on the ground crying. Her blonde hair sticking to her face as the black ribbon in her hair caught the sun. Her mother was trying her best to get over the fence of Peacekeepers to her child as she screamed at me to pick another name.

My mouth swung open as I threw the slip with Electra's name back into the bowl and moved backward, trying my best not to cry. I wanted nothing more than to put it back and pick someone else. I wanted to reach my hand in a pick of someone who deserved to die...but did anyone really deserve to die?

I looked over to Prinn who just looked on with a sigh. Only now did I see the scars of all the innocent children she had chosen to die. Always wondering if she just moved her hand slightly to the side, would have picked someone worth killing.

I watched with tears in my eyes as the Peacekeepers roughly pulled a struggling Electra to her feet. The girl's fringe fell over her blue eyes as she was dragged towards the stage and her death that I had created.

"I volunteer!" the voice made everyone whip their head around, volunteers were little to none in District Three and most of the people who volunteered, you hoped they wouldn't win. No one who was sane volunteered for the Games. However, when everyone parted, I was met with the hazel eyes of my childhood friend, Fousa.

She slowly walked up to the stage while the Peacekeepers threw Electra back into the crowd She held her head with pride as she walked towards the stage. Why was she proud of herself? She had a chance to live and she threw it away, most likely for a dumb reason. Prinn looked like she was going to explode with happiness, it must be nice to get someone who wanted the Games rather than a twelve-year-old who just wanted to live.

"Why did you volunteer!" I screamed as she walked up the steps. She narrowed her eyes at me before shaking her head, like it was a simple answer.

"I want to die anyway, life sucks, and I want to die with you," She said, her head bowed to the ground as she took her place.

"You're gonna die you dumbass!" I screamed as I walked up to her, looking down on her. She looked at me, the weight the situation not sinking in.

"Well, you will protect me and help me win so I don't see the problem," She said with a shrug. I could see the hate in my mother's eyes, they most likely matched the look in my blue ones. I sighed as I ran my hand through my brown curls.

"What about your mother?"

"She was a bitch anyway," Fousa said as she shrunk down, she could see I was going to lose it, I just wished I had noticed it too.

"You are so fucking selfish you dumb bitch, you always have been. You cheat on my ass three times and say it wasn't your fault because you was "stuck in the moment", you screw everyone over but act the victim when they won't give what you want and you treat mother like shit despite her bending over backwards for you but you don't give a shit do you?" She looked on in silence, Prinn's mouth wide with shock. "Well, you know what, I am not helping you anymore, let's see how good Miss Fousa Long really is without anyone kissing her ass," I screamed enough for the whole District to hear and I was willing to bet that every camera was on me and Fousa now. Fousa just pierced her lips and walked off to the other end of the stage.

She would come back once she realized I wasn't going to say sorry. I was right about one thing though, no one sane volunteers for the Games.

Arno Kennedy, aged 15, District 4:

"They might look strong but deep down, we have tons of them," I said with a smirk as I sat back in my chair. I and Kianna had just finished looking through the sea of tributes and come to the conclusion that we would ally with the careers but we the best there. "I mean, the Academy picked us after all," I said as I turned to the repeat station to watch our reaping again.

"But they didn't," Kianna said, her green eyes wide with confusion. She was never the brightest tool in the shed but she was the only one willing to do this with me. The academy hadn't produced any careers this year due to two careers that were chosen committing a double suicide. Turned out they were in love or something. Good for us.

"I know that you blonde!" I snapped as I stood up and whacked her on the head. "They don't know that though...they may have the skills fighting wise but we have the skills up here," I laughed as I tapped my forehead with my index finger. Kianna looked confused for a second but then started to nod slowly.

"Can we sleep together after we have killed them?" Kianna said a hopeful smile on her face. The dumb bint really thought I loved her, it was funny and cute at the same time. Deep down though, I hated her. She was the most annoying person you could ever meet. It was never her fault and I am sure a rock was smarter. At least I had been to training, she was the daughter of a fisherman. Training is what sent me here. They chose someone over me to volunteer when we was eighteen. In fact, I was nowhere near the top but they just didn't assess me correctly. Oh well, they would be kicking themselves when I won.

"Errr, yeah sure whatever," I shrugged as I started to flick through the channels again. Kianna's eyes lit up as she clapped her hands together in joy. "Right, so let's get down business," I said, placing the control down and clapping my hands.

"What about the TV?" Kianna said. I sighed, turned it off and turned back to her.

"There wasn't anything about me on so we will wait a while, the TV stations need to report the small stuff first, we most likely have a set time for us to be talked about, we are rather big news," Kianna looked at me, nodding slowly again as she leant in closer. "Anyway, for the plan, we won't have to worry about sponsors as we have already got that in the bag, the careers are a bigger problem. They will want to see some skills so I think it's best you allow me to show off my fighting skills, you will just mess it up. After we are in the arena, we will kill them in their sleep-"

"What if someone tries to kill us?"

"Don't cut me off!" I screamed at her making her sink back into her seat. "As I was saying, no one will touch us because we are from Four, they are frightened of people from there. A few days after, we will set fire to everything around the cornucopia-"

"But what if the arena doesn't have trees...and won't the smoke kill us?" She questioned, her head cocked to the side.

"Eurgh!" I groaned she was hard work. "There is always tree's you bint and no it won't because, by the time it does, everyone will be dead," I said, I looked at her for a reaction but she just smiled at me not questioning what would happen in the final two. Guess blondes are dumb.

Netra Evans, aged 17, District 5

"Isn't that something to do with a turtle?" I asked the boy who sat across from me, a denim jacket draped over his shoulders with a black bandana tied around his head. His blue eyes widened then quickly looked away as his skinny form shifted awkwardly.

"My parent's and friends call me a turtle so I would rather you didn't call me that please," he mumbled as he shook his head to move his dark blonde fringe away from his eyes. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this.

"Why? Turtle's pretty sweet creatures and it's not like you look like one or anything, it's just a nickname" I said softly, turning my head slightly to make sure there was no one behind me and to get another look at the chocolate cake on the side.

"That's my point, I don't look like a turtle so why call me one?"

"I think it's just a nickname hun-"

"No it isn't, they are making fun of me!" Cooter snapped as he got up and walked towards the drink table, grabbing a bottle of beer. I shrugged and stood up, walking towards the cake.

"Fair enough, you think if I eat this cake it will affect me in some way?" I said as I poked the cake with a fork. Cooter scooted up to me, taking the odd sip of his drink. He looked closely at the cake like he was looking for a tiny bug only to take another mouthful of beer.

"I don't think so, it should be out your system by the arena and if it makes you feel ill, you will be better by the time they start. If I was you, I would have a piece now, to see what happens and you can always ask our mentor about it," he said wisely, his shorter form standing on his tiptoes to place his arm on my shoulder.

"That is all I needed," I giggled as I picked up a large knife and carved a perfect, large slice out of it. It was a mix of milk and white chocolate with a soft sponge and a gooey chocolate center. I didn't know you could get any other chocolate but dark so this was amazing.

"So," I said through a mouthful of chocolate cake "you want to ally?". Cooter looked up at me in shock before a smile burst onto his face.

"You w-want to ally with me?" He stuttered as he tapped on his chest as if I wasn't sure who he was. I raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded, opening my mouth wide for the next piece of cake.

"Then, yes!" He cheered as he shuffled towards me and snaked his arms around my neck causing me to knock my cake on the floor. I frowned at the cake then wiggled out of his grasp.

"Okay then, the hugging thing is going to need some work," I shook, the thought of the unwanted contact making my skin crawl. "But this is going to be good, we just need some other people," I said with a smile, if I was going to die in that arena, I was going to die trying to win.

District 1:

Female: Alandrite Musgravite- 18

Male: Painite Barker- 18

District 2:

Female: Lime Wickham- 18

Male: Jean Deco- 18

District 3:

Female: Fousa Long-16

Male: Arc Good- 18

District 4:

Female: Kianna Frost- 16

Male: Arno Kennedy- 15

District 5:

Female: Netra Evans- 17

Male: Cooter Brumby- 18

District 6:

Female: Juncta Broughton- 15

Male: Chug Johnson- 14

District 7:

Female: Elva White- 16

Male: Timber Jensen-18

District 8:

Female: Tailor Jackson- 15

Male: Cammo Cundell- 17

District 9:

Female: Grain Hudsbeth- 18

Male: Quinoa Croft-18

District 10:

Female: Kalie Jackson-15

Male: Rye Simmons- 12

District 11:

Female: Kyra Paschal- 14

Male: Kyroic Stelson- 15

District 12:

Female: Lia Goodfellow-13

Male: Asher Trist- 17