So... yeah. This is the first chapter of my first story! Ever! Maybe submit a character? The form will be in my profile and at the end of this chapter.


Priscilla Rose, Victor of the 149th Hunger Games

Have you ever wandered precisely the reason people can survive the Hunger Games? I mean, the Career tributes from Districts 1, 2, and sometimes 4, how they win is because they can just kill everyone, but how exactly do others manage to outlive them? Speaking as a victor from 9, I honestly have no clue as to how I managed to survive.

My vision blurs, and all I see is a swirl of black and dull gold. The sight clears, and I feel the urge to groan, but I can't groan, I can't do anything but watch myself from above, sitting in a deep patch of grain.

The arena last year was basically a mountain ravine with a vast plain of various tall grasses surrounding one side and a lush forest on the other. I see myself crouch onto the dirt as a scrawny boy walks obliviously by. I subconsciously reach for my sickle, but I must somehow move too quickly and the boy, who I see is the… insane one from District 7, smirks and rushes at me.

I hopelessly try to attack him with my sickle, but with utterly reckless moves I'm sure the Careers wouldn't even try to use, he closes in on me and stabs me in my right thigh. I scream, and that only makes him smirk more. He tauntingly draws, with his knife, what I must admit are actually beautiful patterns of swirls all over my leg, light enough where I don't lose too much blood. I stop screaming, and with a burst of adrenaline sit up and bite hard on his hand. This makes him jerk back, and he drops his dagger in the process. I attempt to crawl away from him, but I abruptly turn back when I hear his voice.

"She told me I was going to die anyway," He forces out and I can't help but gasp when I see his own knife sticking out of his abdomen. "I was just go-"

A cannon booms, and I sit up straight in bed, alert. These nightmares don't surprise me anymore, but they still manage to terrify me. I look at the clock on my wall and see that it's already 11:30 in the morning. Although I really don't want to get out of bed just to listen to President Caroline Snow's speech, which begins at noon, I must. The citizens of the Capitol are already angry enough at me for not having a single kill in my Games, and even though I just got back from my Victory Tour yesterday I'm still afraid that if the cameras catch me not watching mandatory Capitol viewing, my mother would be executed. I stand up, change into a simple T-shirt and jeans, and limp the short distance from my bedroom to the kitchen.

My mother, who is already in the kitchen, is preparing what she knows is my favorite breakfast meal – Banana pancakes with a side of bacon. I tap her on the shoulder, and she whips around, spatula in hand.

"Priscilla! You know how I feel about, um, surprises like that so don't do that again, okay?" Mother shakes her head frantically, as if she was trying to get a devilish memory out of her head. Before I was reaped, my sister and father… No. I'm not going to even go there.

I look up and plaster a fake smile on my face. "I just wanted to tell you good morning. Do you need any help?" I gesture to the food and my mother laughs. She knows how much of a disaster I am when cooking.

"I'm fine," she says, and frowns again. "How much time until the announcement?"

"About 25 minutes. I'll tell you when it comes on." Mother hands me a platter with a stack of pancakes, and shakes her head.

"Once again? I'm fine. I'm done now, anyway." She laughs. My mom really does laugh a lot, and it makes me feel so thankful.

Almost as if on cue, the television changes from the highlights of the last games – my games – to the President's announcement right after we finish eating. I tune out of the beginning, because I know that whatever he says now will be useless, but Mother nudges me and I start to pay attention.

The President picks an envelope labeled with a '150' out of some box and reads the writing on the letter. "To show that the Districts took an extreme and unprecedented risk when rebelling against the Capitol...?"

I look at Mom, wondering why exactly she stopped talking. Was it for dramatic effect? It must be, because the audience was yelling and the President had a permanent – Never mind, she's speaking again.

"Oh. And also to represent that the Capitol isn't as predictable as some find it to be," President Snow paused as the Capitolites scream their approval, "The twist for these games will be revealed at a later date. Just remember - There will be an element of risk involved." The President smiles what is obviously a fake smile while the Panem anthem plays. The screen goes black.

I find it very predictable that the President won't tell us what the Quell is. I guess this whole announcement was counter-intuitive.


Well... Short chapter but I just felt like getting something out as some form of introduction. Anyway, here is the form ^.^

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