Coriolanus Snow, President of Panem
Snow was content. The 75th Games had passed smoothly and the newest victor, Areen Thomas from district 9, was being picked up from the arena at this very moment. She was looking slightly crazed and her hands was still covered with the blood of the brother and sister pair from district 3. The Quarter Quell had been genius, sending in only sibling pairs, doubling the loss of the families and forcing family to murder each other. His favorite moment by far had been when the district 4 female stabbed her own brother, and immediately being killed by the district 1 siblings who then turned on each other and eventually both died of their wounds. He chuckled at the memory. The Games really did bring out the worst in people.
There was a knock on the door and in stepped Seneca Crane, the head gamemaker. Snow liked the man, he had a bright mind and his ideas never ceased to amaze him. Not that he'd ever admit it to the young man, who was already far too cocky.
"Yes?" The president asks and motions towards the chair on the other side of his desk and Crane sits down, crossing his legs.
"I just wanted to let you know that everything is in order. The Victor is being transported to the Capitol as we speak and should be ready for the crowning ceremony and interviews in just a couple of days."
"Great. And are we counting on any... Complications?" His memory was still fresh from the 71st Games, when the *lovely* miss Mason started yelling and cursing during her victory interview and the broadcast had been forced to be cut off. Her family had obviously been killed as punishment, but Snow would prefer to stay away from any more missteps like that one.
"No sir. Reports are she's been crying all the while since they picked him up. Screaming about her brother and such. She should be easy to get under control."
"Good." Snow says and looks to his own personal live feed of the hovercraft and very well there she is face tearstained and eyes broken. She looks weak, just the way he likes it. "How are the preparations going?"
"The interview is already scheduled, and Caesar is prepping. Dresses and interview with family is being fixed as we speak." Seneca tells him and Snow nods to show he's listening.
"And how about the next Games?"
"We've already come up with an idea for the arena, and I'll be by to brief it to you in a couple of days. I'm confident it will turn out good. We've found a perfect location and will be ready to start working at it, as soon as we're given your consent."
"Excellent Seneca. That will be all."
"Yes sir." Seneca gets up from his chair and with a final nod towards his president he heads out of the room, closing the door behind him with a small click.
It was a year left until the next games but this year had created high expectations for the coming Games and Snow would not let the gamemakers slack off and disappoint. The districts needed to be held under control. Last year there had been a close call, Katniss Everdeen also popularly called "the Girl on Fire" had vowed revenge on the Capitol on live TV after she found her pretended lover dead by the river. She had fought valiantly, he couldn't deny that, but in the end she never did have any chance against the brute from district 2. And Snow had been content. Once again they had managed to put out that little piece of hope instilled in the districts and proved that there simply was no way of beating the Capitol. The districts needed to be held under control. His reign depended on it.
He was the most powerful man in Panem and that was just the way he liked it. The Victors might be given crowns, houses and more money than they could ever spend, but their lives belonged to him until the day they died. What did they really win? Lifelong guilt and nightmares. Knowledge that they were murders. The chance to mentor new tributes every year only to watch them die. No they were never the real victors, he was. And he wasn't planning on that changing for a long time.
So that's that for the first chapter! To clearify Peeta died from his wounds before Katniss could find him and while trying to get revenge she was killed by Cato who then won the games. The victor's were never sent back into the arena and instead the Quarter Quell sent in 12 pairs of siblings. This will be a SYOT and you can find everything you need on my profile, and I'll only accept tributes through PM. I hope you will consider submitting and I'm excited to receive your tributes. This will be my first SYOT so I appreciate any feedback you can give me, positive and constructive. Also english isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Thank you for reading and see you soon!