The Twenty-Second Hunger Games: Close Your Eyes

by Glossy-12

When you watch your friend, your child, your sibling fall in that arena you will just have to watch. You have to watch, only the tributes get to close their eyes. 24 Author 24 Tribute Collaboration!

1. Prolouge

A/N (Glossy): I know that my other story is still young, so this one will not be beginning for a little while, but I wanted to start the submission process. I plan to get the Reapings up by New Years so that we will be entering the Games about when Fallen Leaves is wrapping up. If you had a career last time, you may not have one again, and you may not have a tribute from the same district. Submit using the form on my profile.

Danus Nichalson, 42

Head Gamemaker

My final year. Twenty years of Games and I haven't disappointed the president yet. Deciding to retire was probably my best. This will be my final, and I have been working on this arena for a very long time.

A sharp rap on the door brings me to my senses.

"Hello Mr. President." Looking at the sixteen year old boy is ridiculous. I can't believe that his father entrusted him to

"Please Danus. Call me Coriolanus. Can you show me what you have in store for the tributes this year?"

"Of course." My fingers run across the monitor and the arena comes up. The swamp shows on the monitor with the ocean to one side and the forest to the other.

"Wow Danus. This is some of your best work. The abundance of water sure will keep them alive long. What have you stocked the cornucopia with."

"I have placed water filters and basic survival gear. There are flippers, diving goggles, and of course kayaks and paddles for the tributes to get around the arena with."

"Excellent. Would you mind explaining the arena to me?"

"Of course. The cornucopia is in the swamp which makes up most of the arena. In the water here, there are barracuda mutts, sting rays, and various water snakes. There are other fish to hunt, but the real dangers are on the beach. There is plenty of food in the water, but it comes with a tradeoff. We have shark mutts out in the water. The forest is home to a pack of wolves which we can call to tributes we need. As for the arena, the majority is the swamp. You can see the small waterways running through the swamp. A tribute who learns how to use these passages will be able to jump from one side of the arena to another very quickly. The sand dunes on the beach are safe, but exposed. The forest is probably the most dangerous place to be. The tributes will be drawn there and of course so will the action."

"Excellent Danus. I look forward to seeing the crop of tributes."

"Goodbye Mr. President."

He walks out of the room and I add my final touch to the arena. I have to make it surprising even for him.