A/N: Wow i really didn't think that I'd be updating this fast! I already have 1/3 of the tributes! It might be awhile before the next update because of school finals coming up! Keep submitting tributes, I really need bloodbaths and younger tributes obviously. Anyways I'll shut up now please review if you liked it, didn't like it, or just want to say something about this story! Love you all!

-3 Months before the games-

I still can't believe it. It's been six months since my plan for an indoor arena was shot down by President Dorn. Apparently the rules clearly state that the arena must be outdoors blah, blah, blah, but really! I thought he wanted these games to be unforgettable.

"Alleta ma'am would you like to see the final preparations on the arena traps?" My faithful assistant and fellow gamemaker Tripes asks.

"Of course, how many still have to be placed?" I counter.

"Only about 15 but all of the designs and locations are finished being planned and the mutts have already been created and put into their place to be held." He replies giving me all facts I could have asked for.

Perfect, these games will still be spectacular I think to myself. "Thanks," I reply, "Why don't we head on down now?"

"Okay I just have to stop by my office and grab a few things" He hastily adds. We walk down to his office which is almost and exact replica of my own only smaller. They always tell us to not get too attatched to our offices as they are always changing as positions shift especially the head gamemaker's office. This will be my second year as head gamemaker and it is very nerve wracking the longest a head gamemaker has ever stayed around is four years and things don't ever seem to be pleasant for them when they leave, if they leave. Of course the better these games are the better my chance of staying around are I convince myself but even then I'm not so sure.

All of my fellow gamemakers and assistants all turn to me as I stride into the control room, my gold heels making sharp clacking noises on the pristine white floors. I look around at my colleagues and their zany outfits. The capitol fashions never really make sense to me but I still roll with them anyways although I'm still not so sure how I feel about the scales Gliem just had grafted onto her skin. I pull my thoughts away from my colleagues' style choices and focus them onto the task at hand, the games.

"Alright everyone let's see what we've got here" I state confidently and immediately they all get to work. The multiple screens set up all around the walls of the semi-circular room all show different images and views of this year's spectacular arena. There are over 100 different cameras hidden in the arena to track the tributes every move; they certainly can't hide from me. This thought brings a slight smile to my face and I prepare to get the rundown on all the newest in my arena. My arena that has a nice ring to it I think.

"So we have multiple tracker jacker nests located around the arena and we also have multiple…" Junas voice trails off as my eyes are glued to the screen as she shows quick parts of live feed from each of the trap areas and explains exactly how they are triggered and as she shows me clips of the many special mutts that I can release into the arena whenever I please. This power would be amazing if I didn't have the eminent threat of the president hanging over me that if these games aren't perfect I will surely be killed and Silas right along with me. I can still remember the first note he sent me 6 months ago the night before the meeting when he declined my amazingly perfect arena idea. I really can't stand that man.

After a long day reviewing reaping layouts and train ride routes and arena traps and training setups I am exhausted. I walk out of my office in a daze which is probably why I don't realize Silas's absence until I am a block away from our apartment.

What could possibly have happened? I wonder as I scan the whole area around me. This of course is to no avail all I can see are happy capitol citizens strolling about in the neon lights enjoying a nice mountain spring afternoon. I try to shake the feeling that something is really wrong as I unlock the door to our small house and step inside.

Immediately I notice the overpowering smell of lilacs and I race into the kitchen and sure enough sitting on my counter is a perfectly arrange bouquet of lilacs in a crystal vase seemingly untouched but reeking with the unnatural smell that only President Dorn's lilacs can create. I look for a note but find nothing and after thoroughly searching the whole house for a note from Silas or Dorn I pull out my special phone that fits perfectly into my ear and tell it to call Silas. He picks up on the third ring.

"Hi sweetie What's wrong?" He asks casually.

"Oh nothing I was just wondering where you were since you didn't come walk home with me." I calmly respond letting my panic and adrenaline be pumped out of my blood and steady my breathing.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry about that honey" He replies almost sadly, "Things got really busy at work today we had to fly out a bunch of peacekeepers to eleven to calm down a minor rebellion. They really just can't seem to stay under control maybe it's all this stuff with the president."

"Alright I'll see you when you get home then!" I cheerfully reply. I hang up and then I start thinking about how the rebellions have really been cropping up a lot in the last seven months since Dorn took over. I really hope that Silas will be home soon I hate that he works as a commander of the peacekeeper force from here in the capitol but I try not to complain since it pays well and he's never in any real danger, but still it worries me.

I throw the lilacs out into the trash outside the smell is starting to make me sick. I don't really know why I can't stand them perhaps it's because Dorn likes them so much or maybe it's because whenever I smell them I know he's giving me a warning. I wonder what it is this time. Probably a warning that if I don't make these games go as planned not only will I die but Panem will probably go into another rebellion which is not what we need right now.

I pull my mind off of these thoughts and concentrate on making a nice dinner for Silas when he gets home. I hope he still likes lavender chicken and fruit cocktail…

A/N: So what do you think of Alleta? Silas? And most importantly Dorn and his flowers? I tried to make them similar to Snow's roses but not everyone likes roses certainly not Dorn! Anyways please review and send me some tributes! Hopefully a reaping will be up soon! Also I hope to show some interludes of Alleta in the capitol and her perspective of how the games are running! And I would love reviews especially with some constructive criticism of my writing! Also please send in younger tributes! (If you really want to make me happy submit some boys or district partners!)Thanks! Anyways here's the tribute list!

Tribute List

District 1:

Male: Cane Glitterson, 18

Female: Felicity Lilia, 16

District 2:

Male: Skanner Maliss, 16

Female: Poppy Dazzles, 17

District 3:

Male: Cortho Dolin, 15

Female: Gwyna Florin, 14

District 4:

Male: Flyn Bronzing, 18

Female: Saralina Reed, 16

District 5:

Male: Colton Redfield, 13

Female: Desiree Wyverna, 12

District 6:

Male: Keldern Forrents, 15

Female: Blaise Emeralden, 15

District 7:

Male: Malcom Hansen, 17

Female: Jaqueline (Jack) Aspen, 18

District 8:

Male: Levin Elliot, 17

Female: Berkley Thomas, 17

District 9:

Male: Tasi Merkava, 16

Female: Ruthie Gallows, 14

District 10:

Male: Rowan Wolfsong, 18

Female: Cynthia Evans, 13

District 11:

Male: Orson Clee, 14

Female: Derena Reid, 17

District 12:

Male: Ronan Bane, 16

Female: Marigold Lennox, 16

One small footnote sorry! I think that if the capitol had really won the rebellion that they would have completely obliterated 13 and either executed or relocated all the rebels into the other twelve districts (probably the former) and rebuilt twelve and then kept ruling the way they did before. :) Also let me know if i messed anything up! That's all for now!