The loud roar of the crowd was silenced eerily by the appearance of a single individual on stage. There was supposed to be some celebrity host, but I never expected it to be this person. I thought it would be some B-list horror movie star, but was I wrong.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen of South Park! My name is Ellen DeGeneres and I will be hosting the first ever annual South Park Games of Hunger!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Stan grumbled, "South Park Games of Hunger? Do they like not have the legal rights for Hunger Games or something?" Knowing how desperate our town was for money and attention, Stan was probably right.

Ellen made her way towards two large glass bowls, filled with tiny pieces of paper. In one of the bowls, the papers were pink. The other one was filled with blue. "Now it's the part you've all been waiting for! It's time to choose the contenders for our games! Since ladies first is so overdone, let's start with our dudes! May the odds ever be in your favor!"

Kyle gulped, "Good luck guys."

The crowd was engulfed in complete silence as Ellen dunked her hand into the blue bowl, pulling out a single paper. It seemed to take millennium as she unfolded the small triangle. She scanned the opened material for a moment before reading the first name.

"Clyde Donovan."

I watched as Clyde plowed his way through the crowd, probably holding back tears as he made his way to the stage. Clyde has always been a sensitive guy; I doubt he's going to last too long in the arena.

Ellen stuck her hand in the bowl, reading out another name.

"Eric Cartman."

Cartman, who was standing next to Butters instead of us, shoved through a group of cheerleaders, eager to make his way onto the stage. He shook hands with Ellen with a wicked smile on his face. It was almost like he was glad he was given this opportunity.

Another name was read aloud. And when it was read, my heart seemed to stop for a moment.

"Kyle Broflovski."

With his head sunk to his chest, Kyle turned around to give Stan and I a group hug before turning to the stage. Being one of my best friends, I personally knew that Kyle was weak. He wouldn't last two days fighting on his own. And that caused my heart to sink. This was truly a horrendous day.

The names began to blend into one another.

"Craig Tucker."

"Kevin Stoley."

"Adam 'DogPoo' Petuski."

"Tweek Tweak."

"Butters Stotch."

"Stan Marsh."

When Stan's name was called, it was like Kyle all over. A cloud of heavy depression shrouded my thoughts. Everything seemed so distant, like this was a dream. But it wasn't, and that made things ten times worse.

Just three names left. I braced myself for the worst.

"Token Black."

Two more.

"Christophe DeLorne."

One. One more.

"Jason Martin."

I almost choked on my spit. My name wasn't called at all. This is was wrong, horribly wrong. I'm immortal. I should be up there. It would spare one more life.

But then I recalled the book. Katniss took place of her sister in the game; perhaps I could take place of someone else.

I through my hand up in the air. "I volunteer. I volunteer to take the place of someone else!" I shrieked.

Ellen looked at me for a moment before busting out laughing. "Then come up here, kid."

I felt like everyone in the crowd was staring at me as I pushed through the bodies blocking my way. Ellen gave me her hand, helping me get up onto the stage.

Without letting go of my hand, she brought hers up, bringing my arm up along in the process. "Here we have the final guy for our male participants! Jason, you are free to go!"

A sting of anger hit me as Jason walked off the stage. I wanted to take place of someone I actually cared about, like Stan or Kyle or Butters, not this skater asshole. As I approached the final empty seat on the male's side, I attempted to blow off steam. Christophe glared at me as I sat down adjacent to him. He was probably pissed that I didn't take his place. I completely understood.

The calling of the girl's names seemed to go by in a matter of moments.

"Ashley Barnett."

Commonly known as Mercedes, the queen of Raisins made her way to the girl's side and sat down with a smirk. It's common knowledge that the Raisins girls and the cheerleaders hate each other. Mercedes is probably excited knowing that she may have the opportunity to annihilate the girls she hates most.

"Nelly Michaels."

"Bebe Stevens."

"Sally Darson."

I watched carefully as Sally made her way onto the stage. She was an interesting girl. Captain of the high school's swim team, she was madly popular with the people involved on the school's aquatic teams; however, she didn't talk too much with the "in-crowd" of the class of 2014. She was just sort of there. I wonder how she's going to manage in the arena.

"Annie Faulk."

My ex-girlfriend. It felt bittersweet watching her sit down next to Sally.

"Kelsie Rogers."

Another Raisins girl, Lexus. The ginger rolled her eyes at Annie and she took the seat beside her. It was almost unnatural hearing her regular name, since everyone just calls her Lexus.

"Wendy Testaburger."

I glanced back to where Stan was sitting. In a matter of seconds, his face managed to turn from pale to sheet white. Even though the two hadn't dated in almost six months, Stan still felt extremely protective of the girl. If he hadn't promised me otherwise, I would've believed he still loved her.

"Rebecca Tucker."

"Lizzy Whittaker."

"Amanda Leone."

I have never heard Porsche's real name before. Feeling betrayed, I watched as my favorite Raisins waitress sat next to Lizzy.

"Lola Porte."

"And last but not least, Nichole Willis!"

There was a stale silence as Ellen assisted Nichole with getting on the stage. Completing the same gesture she did with me, Ellen continued speaking.

"Now that we have our 24 lovely contestants, we will be heading off to Los Angeles, California to complete the remainder of our festivities before the games. Tune in to Channel 2 for full coverage. Good night America!"

In that moment, we were stormed by a menagerie of security guards. In a frantic flurry, the guards ushered us from our seats into a van. I hardly had time to breathe, let alone think. This was all happening so quickly. And I was dreading every single moment of it.

Here's Chapter Two. You're all cool for checking this out. Commenting is cool too yeah.