Some Will Fall

by anditsgonnabetotallyawesome

The 125th games SYOT. Rebellion is stirring, the president is angry, punishment will come in the form of a quell. Submit your tribute to face his wrath, perhaps yours will be the Victor. PM Only

1. Prologue

Some shall fall

Some shall fly

All will fight

Until they die

There's trouble brewing in the capitol. There's talk of rebellion among the younger fighters, mostly the ones whose parents fell when they crushed the Mockingjay. And the quell is approaching, to add to the president's stress, mounting higher than high already. He's decided exactly how this games shall work, and none shall escape his wrath.

The whores surrounded the young President Digeno, who had risen up after the death of President Snow to crush the rebels and take back power. He was a bold fighter and a strong leader when he wasn't being entertained by the numerous girls he brought in. The many bastards he'd fathered seeded throughout the districts, not that he cared.

When Ariana came in, she shooed the whores away, rolling her eyes when the president stared after their swinging hips lustfully. "Sir, have you finished planning the quell?" Digeno sighed and nodded, gesturing to the desk where a neat envelope sat folded closed with the ancient capitol seal in bloodred wax. She smiled a sort of dangerous smile, one that caused fear rather than warmth in the hearts of those unused to her as she took it off the desk, prancing towards the door.

"Let me know when you've finished the list of tributes you want chosen, your highness." She added the title with a sort of dry sneer, rolling her eyes when her back was turned and snapping her fingers to send the whores back in. One of them winked at her and she winked back, knowing they'd find each other later.

Enter your tribute to suffer with the sheet on my page by PM ONLY. Mayhaps they'll survive.

"And now, the quell announcement!" The camera swung towards President Digeno, dressed in a neat, fancy sort of suit with a bloodred rose in his lapel. He addressed the people, trying his hardest to keep a kindly face on, after all, one mustn't be rude to your own people. Plucking the envelope from the crushed velvet box, he smiled widely, reading the words.

"The 125th Quarter Quell Twist shall be..." he paused, "In order to remind the districts that you can't always predict who will die when it comes to war, Two of the same sex will come from each district, males from the odd and females from the even. There will be no volunteers."

{THE QUELL: Same gender from each district, no volunteers}