A/N I really wanted to make a Hunger Games Fan-Fic but it was really hard to make up original plots. At first I thought, "I have a great idea I'll make a fan-fic where fans have to submit there own characters!" Then was disappointed to find it had been done about 300 times. I was annoyed for awhile and then found a new plot, looked through the fan-fics, and found nothing like this! I jumped up and down, knocking my laptop to the floor, picked it up, and began to right. And now I give you… A Capitol First. And one more thing, this takes place after Mockingjay so if you have not read it I suggest you don't read this quite yet.
DISCLAIMER: I once tried to buy The Hunger Games for a bottle cap, 2 pennies, and a bug in a match box. Needless to say it didn't go well.
I sobbed, and wiped my nose on my mother's sleeve. She too was crying; we had lost our house, our president, and our way of living. "What's going to happen?" I asked looking up at her. "It's all going to be fine," she answered, refusing to look down at me. Everyone was being forced into the square; children, women, and men alike. A woman walked out onto the balcony that use to belong to President Snow, and raised a microphone to her mouth. "Citizens of the Capitol, Happy Hunger Games," she began. Murmurs of confusion and distress erupted from the population of Capitol citizens that were still alive. "Twelve boys and twelve girls between the ages of 12 and 18 will be chosen to fight in the 76th Annual Hunger Games," two men carrying huge glass bowls walked out and placed the bowls on the railing, they looked to have thousands of folded papers in them.
I was confused more than ever. The Hunger Games didn't happen here. I didn't really know why, but they just didn't. This got me thinking, why didn't the Hunger Games happen here? Nobody ever told us. "I am Effie Trinket, former escort of District 12 tributes, here to announce this year's tributes," she paused. "You all seem to be confused. How many of you actually know why the Hunger Games takes place?" she asked. The crowd was silent. She sighed.
"Years ago, the Districts revolted, many people believed that District 13 was wiped from the map, which we have recently found to be a lie the Capitol had created," she again paused in her speech to let this sink in. I knew District 13 was still alive, even though we had learned they blew themselves up due to an accident with nuclear weaponry, because of the recent attacks on the television that had been broadcast from District 13 themselves.
"Unfortunately, the Capitol over powered the Districts leaving many of them in poverty. Then to make things even worse, as a punishment to them, and entertainment to you, every year they have to send two of their children to fight to the death in the Hunger Games. Now you will be faced with the same punishment, in the very last Hunger Games." I didn't believe what they were saying. How can they do that? The rest of crowd didn't know what to think about this either.
"Well then let's continue with the drawing. Ladies first," she pulled out 12 pieces of papers from the first bowl and placed them on a platter that was sitting nearby. "Nancy Welcos, Roobie Engrist, Levi Demato, Glitter Maws, Ali Menac…" I gasped; two arms grabbed me from behind. I started to squirm and kick.
"Do not resist Ms. Menac," the unseen person said. This isn't happening, I thought. I closed my eyes. When I open my eyes, everything will be back to normal.
I opened my eyes, and all I saw was my mom staring at me as they carried me away.
I was thrown into the very top floor of the training facilities, "Your room is down the hallway, first door on the right." I had taken a tour of the training facilities after the 74th Hunger Games. The lovers from 12 won that year and everybody was obsessing over them. Back then, nobody knew it would be them to start the revolution that left us in the state we are now.
I didn't move, just stood there in the middle of the sitting room. A couple minutes later a boy was thrown into the room with me. He was ragged; his shirt had been torn and was slightly burned around the edges. He must have been hit by the explosions a couple days before. "Hello," he said.
I stared at him, not talking; his hair was dirty and hadn't been cut in awhile. "Don't talk to me," I said, turning and walking to my assigned room. I sat on the bed, not laying down, just sitting. "I hate this!" I screamed. I felt the tears forming in my eyes. I was going to die. That was it, I was going to die.
I wasn't good at anything physical, and I'm more then slightly over weight.
Somebody knocked on the door, I didn't answer. "Ms. Menac?" An unfamiliar voice said. I still did not respond. The door opened. "Hello, I will be your stylist," The person said.
"I don't need one," I growled.
"Hey, I'm not for this Hunger Games anymore than you are, I mean the Districts grow up working, they know what its like to be a real person," he stated.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I snapped back.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that you have gotten pampered your whole life. You're just an over-sized Barbie doll," he said rolling his eyes. I pondered this.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
He laughed and left the room.
What was that about? I decided I had bigger things to worry about, like the pang of hunger I began to feel in the pit of my stomach. I walked over to a small desk with buttons on it, I had one at home, they were used to call the servants. "Hello, may I have some food?" I said holding down a button and speaking into a microphone. Nobody answered but a few moments later there was a knock at the door, it opened and they rolled in a plate with little food on it. "What's this?"
"You are to eat the food of the District's floor you were assigned to. You were assigned District 12, and this is what they eat," the servant said. I glared at the small plate of food that contained a small roll and a stew with several unidentified ingredients. I didn't eat it; I needed to lose weight before the Games anyways.
Later that night I felt as if wolves were trying to crew there way through my stomach. I growled and walked over to the pathetic meal. I dipped the roll in the stew and nibbled at the edge, and nearly gagged at the awful taste. I took more bites and forced myself to swallow quickly. "Ali, you need to come to the dining room, or you will be forced to," said a faint voice. I decided to go out I really didn't want to be dragged around some more.
"Hello Ali," the boy tribute said.
I glared at him but said nothing.
"You are required to watch the reaping like every tribute before you," Effie Trinket said. I grimaced; I didn't want to know who else I would be fighting. A television screen came to life and I watched the reaping most of it didn't interest me only one name, Samantia Quix, my best friend. I single tear left my eyes. I watch the rest of the reaping, and then I was aloud to go back to my room. I didn't though I walked the halls of the top floor and found a small passageway out to the roof.
It was nice and cool up here, and I really needed some fresh air. I let my mind clear. This wasn't my fault, I didn't do anything.
I knew whose fault this was.
The girl on fire.
The Mockingjay.
Katniss Everdeen.
A/N 2: I know this is short because I wanted to get this out before the plot was over used, but the next ones will be longer between 3000-5000 words probably.