AN: Welcome everyone! I decided to re-write the parts I did and my whole story by instead focusing on one character rather than switching perspectives! But big thanks to Just-Your-Ordinary-Author for submitting her own incredibly detailed and interesting tributes to the story: Nickel Goldstone, Chantilly Windsor, Jerome Neptune and Irene Clearwater! I also believe she is writing her own SYOT at the moment, and I'm sure she would appreciate if you send some tributes in! Also, I want to say a thank you to The Copy Editor's Copy Editor for helping me improve my writing!

Anyway…

Welcome to a future where Katniss won the Hunger Games alone and led a normal existence as a victor back in District Twelve. Now, 25 years into the future, the Capitol still holds a tyrannical rule over Panem. The Hunger Games roar more dangerously than ever - still a terrifying reminder of the Capitol's hunger for blood.

1: INTO THE ARENA

Hot searing light beat down at Julian Throne as he ascended into the arena from the dimly lit waiting room below. The orange glow from the sun enveloped him as he stood there, illuminating his intense chocolate brown hair which was messily combed to the side and his well-built frame. He swallowed nervously as his deep green eyes, common to most people in District Four, surveyed what arena the Gamesmakers had crafted this time. A glistening blue lake extended out in a circular fashion , splattered with various sized islands. The expanse of water only ended when it met a small golden beach overshadowed by white rocky cliffs. Julian, the Cornucopia and the other tributes stood on a small rolling green island that fell into the lake below, the middle of the scenic landscape.

Julian had an inkling of why this arena had been constructed for the Fourth Quarter Quell. It was reasonably small, compact and designed to keep each tribute in close proximity, to further the bloodshed wrought.

Forty… Thirty-five…Thirty…

Casting his gaze away from the entrancing lake, he concentrated on inspecting the supplies around the Cornucopia. As he expected, the Gamesmakers obviously had been in a violent mood, as they'd filled the place with an unbelievable arsenal. Weapons of all kinds were placed at various intervals around the golden horn - ranging from simple swords, to lethal-looking spears and impossibly sharp knives. However, several bag packs lay about, probably containing supplies other than food and drink, as the arena seemed to be brimming with these things. Of course, the Gamesmakers wouldn't want the tributes dying of starvation or thirst in the most exciting Quarter Quell yet? Would they now?

Something caught his attention just twenty yards away from his pedestal. A gleaming silver sheath of throwing knives, his favourite weapon. Although he had trained for the Games like many other children of his age, he never enjoyed it and had despised the Games since he was old enough to understand what was really happening. Despite this, he had a natural talent for throwing and in order to return home he would need those knives.

Twenty…Fifteen…

But his mentor, Finnick, had told him to escape from the bloodbath as soon as it began. He was right of course, he would deal with getting a weapon when the time came. It was so tempting though…

Maybe he could make it, he was fast. Probably faster than most of the other Careers here. Yes, that was what he would do. He could grab those knives and get away from the Cornucopia before the killing even began…

Ten…Five… "Let the 100th Hunger Games begin! And may the odds ever be in your favour!"

As soon as the gong sounded, he ran as fast as he could. But before he could even get four steps in front of him, he was grabbed by the neck and tossed to the ground.

The bulky and muscular form of Nickel from District One was upon him before he had the chance to fight back. Nickel's face was contorted in a demonic smile as he grabbed Julian's wrists to restrain him. Nickel's jet black hair was spiked up as his ice cold eyes pierced him, as if eyeing Julian for a meal. Acting now on pure adrenaline, Julian managed to wriggled his right hand free and grasped the nearest thing near him, a sharp stone. He bashed the rock against Nickel's face who screamed in agony as it scraped across his most prominent feature, a long scar running down from his eyebrow to his cheekbone.

Before the crazy Career could recover, Julian scrambled to his feet and used as much energy he could muster to sprint to the sheath of knives. Just as he was about to make a run for it, a girl who he could not recognize appeared out of nowhere with a wicked looking blade. It was clear after her first swing however that sword fighting wasn't one of her talents as Julian easily dodged her manoeuvres Reaching into the sheath he pulled out one of his knives ready to defend himself if she swung again, but there was no need to as he caught sight of Hadrian from District Two's colossal form behind her carrying a halberd with a wickedly curved blade. Even though the girl had almost killed him Julian cried out to warn her, but it was already too late; he only had time to roll straight out of the way of the grisly scene about to unfold. Hadrian unloaded the weapon's impressive power onto the girl. The Career from District Two blasted the axe head of the weapon through her back, driving her down with a spray of crimson blood. The poor girl screamed and pleaded for her live, but Hadrian offered her no such mercy. He swung the weapon around and speared the girl on the curved blood of the pole arm. A puddle of blood grew, staining the ground…already the Capitol had taken a life. Not wanting to meet the same fate, Julian dove up from the ground.

However, he was caught off-guard once again as Nickel came barreling towards him like an angry bull, determined to murder Julian for adding a fresh scar to his already ruined face. Dodging to the side to, he pulled out a knife and threw it wildly at the Career's head, narrowly missing by a slight margin and instead lodging itself into the ground beside him. With no time to recover the weapon, Julian turned and ran like a champion sprinter to the edge of the island forcing his legs to do more than they were capable off. As he reached the cliff and was about to plunge into the clear water below, the same knife that he had just lost came spiraling towards him...

AN: Excited? If there wasn't enough action where there should have been or it was too short for an opening to the arena. I apologize! But anyway I hoped you enjoyed it and please remember to review!