The 25th Hunger Games: People's Choice

by FireJayGames

"Not even the highest-ranking officials know the contents of that box; he left it behind specially, so that even in his death he could terrify the Districts." President Knox Vine is just as cold and cruel as his predecessor; but he has to be, in order to keep control. Who will emerge victorius and who will not emerge when 24 children are Reaped... by their own District's choice?

2. Head Gamemaker Gild Glacier

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh my gosh, sorry I haven't updated in over a month. I did my best to PM you guys and tell you why, but in case I missed you, here is the reason: I was partaking in National Novel Writing Month, a challenge where you write a 50,000 word novel in a month. I failed miserably, especially because I also went on vacation in August. Anyway, I am in desperate need of male tributes, and if there is any way you could spread word of this story (I will be working on that also) it would be greatly appreciated. For anyone new, please PM me if you are interested in being a part of this story. Also, I wanted to know how you guys want me to go about the pre-game chapters. Do you want it done like my other story, (just check the chapter names and you'll see what I mean) or do you want it done differently? Thanks, and enjoy this chapter.

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Head Gamemaker Gild Glacier POV:

25 Days Until The End

I walk down a narrow hallway in my hovercraft. The floor is stainless steel, and my heels make a satisfying click-click sound as I make my way to the pilot's compartment.

The steel doors open into a room with as many buttons as my Gamemaker's room. Well, almost as many. "How much longer until we get there?" I ask the pilot.

"About five minutes, ma'am," he says, turning and tipping his pilot's cap before turning back to focus on the sky. The corner of my mouth lifts a little. Just five more minutes and I will be seeing my glorious arena for the first time, aside from all the virtual copies and design diagrams.

I turn on my heel and walk out of the room. It's amazing how even at this high speed, I can barely feel a thing. This is the newest and best-designed model; only the best for a Head Gamemaker.

I busy myself with some strawberry tarts for a couple of minutes, then the hovercraft slows to a crawling pace. I jump up excitedly and hurry to another room- this one has a clear glass floor, allowing you to see everything beneath you clearly.

I can't help but smile as we pass over the landscape. Since finding out about the anniversary twist, I added a few extra surprises to the arena. And, if I do say so myself, this is the best arena anyone has designed so far.

After floating over every square inch of the arena for several moments, the hovercraft picks up speed again. I look up at my assistant, Loriel, who is also in the room, and smile darkly.

This is going to be the best Games yet.

Citizen of District One POV:

I push my way through the throngs of people surrounding the voting boxes. They are all shouting their campaigns: "Vote for so-and-so and vote for a Victor!" "Only one can win, so make sure you vote for the best!"

I get on line at the registration table and wait impatiently for my turn. Everyone in the whole district must be here today. Finally, it's my turn, and a Peacekeeper makes me sign in before going to one of the boxes.

I step in and close the heavy velvet curtain behind me. There is a large touch-screen keyboard in front of me. I bite my lip and let my fingers hover over the letters, reconsidering my vote. Never have I ever held so much power in my hands; I try to savor the moment.

A peacekeeper bangs on the side of the box, "Come on! Hurry up in there!" I type in the two names of my choosing, then hit submit. A giddy feeling rolls through my spine, and I step out pf the box, feeling like a new person.

District Eleven Citizen POV:

The Town Square has a very somber feel, almost like it's Reaping Day. Everyone just waits on line at the various registration tables, holding the hands of their loved ones and praying it's not them or their families.

Not me. I lost everyone I love. I have no one's hand to hold, no one who can be torn away from me. The Games have already done that.

I sign in carefully at the front table, trying to keep my hand steady. Even though I have no one left, the idea of having to choose who to send to death bothers me. Being forcibly taken is one thing, but being turned over by your own district is just terrible.

I try to push away all feelings of guilt as I type the names on the keyboard. I tried to specifically pick people no one else would vote for, like twelve-year-olds, so my vote wouldn't really mean all that much. But there is still a heavy feeling in my heart when I hit the submit button.