Puppeteer: The 536th Hunger Games
Chapter Two: That Which Makes Us
He didn't actually believe they'd do it, especially the girl. He and Seneca both believed she'd let him slip the berries down his throat and spit out her own as his cannon sounded. Though, they had no such luck.
When Katniss held out the berries, Cornelius Snow simply scoffed. The girl was a selfish one that had promised the only person she truly cared about she'd return home, and Cornelius was certain she'd do anything to do as such.
Due to her background, obvious personality, and slight dislike for the boy, he thought he had her pinned down. Though, he supposed he got a little too cocky... For as soon as two individual cannons sounded, Cornelius felt shock.
When that happened, most fell silent.
Some of the districts lost hope, others, the act sparked it. For the fact that in some way the two from twelve defied the games, hope flooded the district's veins, causing a few rebellious outburst here and there.
Though, as quickly as the outbursts started they were subdued. As soon as the two died, the President had gotten to recruiting more peacekeepers with stricter agendas, and more corrupt ideals. They would be the ones who would squash all hope by publicly executing those affiliated with this years tributes. They would be the ones who would watch the districts every move, pushing them back in line when any one person tried to stray.
Snow had a more in depth reason for doing as such, for everything came down to district thirteen.
The berry act had revealed a growing rebellion, deep within the district they had tried to keep hidden, safe. Of course it wasn't Snow's idea to do as such, it was his predecessor's.
The thirteenth district hadn't made any movements, no, they didn't yet. With the mockingjay dead, Coin had no beacon. She'd have to wait until the Capitol was vulnerable or when another possible symbol came along. Coin didn't expect Katniss to die, for Alma's ideas for rebellion had already spread to a few trusted victors, on purpose of course. They involved the girl. She thought when they got to the final two and pulled their stunt, she had her perfect person for her ideas.
Even when both died, she continued on with her plans for she heard from confidantes that the District's began to revolt, and in her clouded vision.. she thought there was still a plausibility to pull a successful rebellion off.
Though, when the Capitol had rounded up some victors for the 75th, and gathered those remaining who didn't volunteer or weren't reaped.. that's when those who already knew about it began to crack. Snow at first had only planned on executing them, to show even victor's held no power. Yet, when they began to kill them, those trusted begged for their lives. They didn't want to loose what they had fought so hard for. Sure, if overthrowing the Capitol was possible they would have kept their mouths shut, lost their lives for the greater good. Yet as families died and the possibility of a successful rebellion dwindled, they offered information.
Cornelius was curious and spared there lives if only momentarily, and as soon as he got the information he allowed them to go free. For about a year or so. Eventually, Cornelius had gotten rid of all of the previous victors, starting afresh with it all. To him.. it seemed like it would work.
He hoped at least.
District thirteen soon was quietly and permanently destroyed.
The districts continued to become stricter and more controlled until Cornelius died and control then lessened. Though, the Capitol still did have an iron grip.
Hey there peeps! This is just a little history as to why the games are still going on, idea of why goes to Takai No Hibiki, who is an amazing author just so you know.
Also, just so you know.. It at times takes me awhile to update, but don't worry, I will. I don't give up that easily, haha. Okay, maybe the majority of the time.. And I know I'm not the best writer but I am to improve! Thank you guys btw, :D
Alsooooo, hope this made a decent amount of sense! If not, well.. pretty much Katniss and Peeta both successfully commited suicide.. yep.
On a side note, I do need more tributes so you can submit up to two if you'd like.. Or you could be like random dude, sign up for this because the author is all blah. You feel me?
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