Hey there! I've been wanting to write this for a while, but never got around to it. HUNGER GAMES FANFICTION! WHOOP WHOOP! For all you that wants to know what this is about, It's the Capitols 'Hunger Games' Or the Districts revenge for all 75 years of Hunger Games. I really enjoyed thinking of this, and I hope you like it!

Chapter One:
I was running, running as fast as I possibly could. My feet hit the ground, one after another, like a beat in a song. I gripped the knives by my side and I darted forward. I didn't dare to look behind me. I could smell the blood. It ran like a river down the hill, a fast stream of crimson water. I could feel it in my boots, and it squished with every hurried step I took. Tears welled up in my eyes and I quickly brushed them away, I didn't need something else blocking my vision. I just needed to make it to a tree. A pond. SOMETHING.
I wanted to wash the blood of my hands, of the blades of my knives, off my clothes and boots. But I couldn't wash the blood off my heart.

I was a killer.

A murderer.

And there was no going back.

Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. So much happens before this. You need to know everything. From the BEGINING of when it all started. Reader, this isn't going to be a little skippity hop down the road. If your faint of heart, and blood makes you queasy, get off this and go do something else. Just be glad you not in my shoes. Go hang with your family, watch some goody two shoes movies about a romantic romance, just STOP. READING. RIGHT NOW.

Alright. You're still hanging with me.
You might regret that later…..
My name Nikki Michelle Diane Renee Gomez. Yes, it's a long name, but you have to remember. I come from the Capitol.
Oh, did I not mention that? My bad.
Just so that you get a clear picture of me: This is what I look like. I have long brown/red hair and bright blue eyes, and, If I do say so myself, I'm kinda pretty for a 15 year old girl. I've got my dad's long legs, and my moms high cheekbones. Freckles dot the top of my nose and cheeks, and I'm not proper. At all.
Wonderful. Now you can imagine me, in all the pain, agony, and suffering in perfect detail. Hope your happy.
Now, back to where my story actually starts.
My birthday. Capitol reaping day.

Actual Chapter One:

The sun shone through the open window and into my face, where my eyes flashed open. Fear ran though my veins and I gripped the bed post. My heartbeat sped up to about 150, and I tried to slow it down by breathing deeper and slower. It eventually went back to normal, and I stood up and put my face in my hands.
Is this what we had made the Districts feel? Every year? The heart stopping fear that you would have to face your friends in the ultimate death match? Then the searing reality of actually being picked, and facing your boyfriend or your brother, perhaps even your best friend of the opposite gender.
It must have been terrifying.
I heard a soft rapping at the door, and I blinked quickly. "Come in…" I mumbled, pulling my pillow over my stomach.
The familiar 3 year old walked into the room and sat beside me. "Is sissy okay...?" She said quietly, setting her tiny hand on my knee.
I nodded. I didn't want to worry Cassie. My dear little sister, who I probably loved more than anything on this earth. "Sissy's okay… what about you, cheesecake?" I poked her tummy and she giggled.
"Momma says to put something pretty on." She laughed. "We get to go to the big house and watch a raffle!"
A raffle. So, that's how mom described it to her. A raffle where the winners fight to the death. How clever.
"Yes, we do. Let's just hope sissy doesn't win…." I mumbled under my breath. I slowly made my way over to my closet and pulled out the only think I knew my mother would approve of. A giant, pink, frilly capitol dress my father had gotten from one of the districts before they rebelled. I carefully slipped off my clothing and put the dress on, feeling the silk drape across my body. I had to admit, it felt really good. I put on a pair of high heels and stepped out, feeling more like a lady than I like to. Cassie gasped and put her hands over her mouth dramatically.
"You so pretty…." She said, smiling from ear to ear. "Sissy's so gunna win the raffle!"
I nodded, just to make sure I didn't try to get the wrong idea into her head. 'No. Sissy DOESN'T WANT TO WIN THE RAFFLE.' I wanted to scream. "Sissy wants to stay home, read books, and play with Cassie. Sissy doesn't. Want. To. Win!"
I started to walk out when Mom came through my doorway, and gasped. "Oh my Goodness Nikki…. You look so beautiful!" She squealed, giving me a huge hug. Even with the heels on, I was still a good 2 inches shorter than her.
"Thanks mom…." I mumbled, trying to pull out of her grip. I loved Mom too… she… just… was Mom.
Mom smiled and let me go, looking at her watch. "Lets get you cleaned up!..." She hurried me off into my bathroom and brushed around my face with some sort of stencil brush. She coated my eye lashes in a dark layer of mascara and darkened my eyelids with some sort of brown stuff. She used something to accent my cheek bones and then put something shiny and sticky on my lips. I had half a mind to spit it off, but I didn't. Wish I had…. The stuff didn't come off till FOREVER.
After all that face stuff, she fumbled with my hair, teasing it up and around. It was a new 'Capitol Fashion' that all the 'cool kids' wore.
I thought it just made me look like the weather was too humid. I never liked these fashions very much….
After a good few hours of priming, teasing, stenciling and accenting, my mother took a step back, and looked close to tears. "You look so beautiful….." She said quietly.
I thought I looked stupid, but, hey, whatever you say mom. Cassie nodded in agreement with her, and I just frowned. "Mmmhm… thanks you guys."
Mom looked at her watch again and gasped. "LORD FORBID… WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" She squealed, tugging on my hand along with Cassie's. "Let's go girls!"
We ran down the multiple apartments and houses, down to the town square. Dread filled my stomach as we approached the giant banner. "Welcome to our Hunger Games!" It said, trying to look cheery.
How can you make a fight to a death cheery? Oh yeah. A big ol' banner. Sure.

Mom helped my find my spot and I could feel the blood rushing through my ears. To be perfectly honest…. I was scared as crap. I stood next to one of my friends, Rosette, and gripped her hand tightly. She looked at me with those calm, stormy grey eyes and smiled. "Its going to be okay, Nikki… There's over 500 of us. We're only picking 24 people. We'll be fine…."
I nodded slowly and messed with my hair, desperately trying to smooth it down. I finally got some of the knots out when a darker woman stepped up on stage. She grinned and took the microphone through her perfectly manicured nails. "Welcome," She beamed, "To the first Capitol Hunger Games!"
There was some cheering from behind us, and some crying of parents. I felt my heart tighten, and my legs bend. I was going into my bolting mode, fight or flight, stay and die, or go and die. Whichever.
I stayed.
Worst mistake of my life.
"Get ahold of yourself, Nikki. It's going to be fine…. Like Rosette said. There's over 500 people. You aren't going to be picked." I thought. It calmed me down some, and I wiped my sweaty palms off on my dress. "After this is done, you can play a good old game of hide and go seek with Cassie… and everything will be normal."
"Well….. What are we waiting for?" The lady announced, fake happiness coating her voice. "Ladies first!"
You could feel the room go tense as we all waited for the name to be called. The name of the poor girl who would be sent out to die for entertainment. My blood ran cold and I felt my knees start to shake. The brown lady pulled out a name and un-folded it. "Our first lucky lady is…" she coughed and smiled up at the crowd. "Nikki Gomez."
My head pounded and I felt my knees start to shake violently. My breathing got incredibly shaky and I gulped, feeling faint.
It was me.
I was just pulled out of the bucket.
I was just sentenced to die.

Okay then! Cliffhanger! I hoped this turned out okay…. I know it was kinda rushed, but I loved this idea a lot. I hoped you liked this story… so far anyway. Personally, I do. Maybe its just an authors thing. Oh well.

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- Ruby-san