Aisselyn Mccfee-Brinley POV

The first thing I noticed was the huge crowd.

It was a normal, hot, dry day at District 7. We're facing a major drought at the district and the mayor is all out of sorts trying to find some way to fix this before the Capitol representatives come to visit at reaping day. An idiot would tell him that this drought will only last a couple of weeks because of season changes but off course, the mayor's ignorant gang of helpers have a shared IQ of about 50, which is just below the cutoff of having a major learning disability. I rolled my eyes at the thought and ran a hand through my hair as I continued down the path to the victor's village. It wasn't easy being a Victor's grandchild; all eyes were on you, be it other victors who pointedly claim that we don't deserve to live in the victor's village or other people who sometimes try to get close to you just to soak into the glory or haters and rebels who look at you with hate in their eyes. My siblings, cousins and I endured a lot from the other children at school. Add to that I being apparently a "Genius" and you've got yourself the honor of us being "The most bullied family in Panem".

I pass by the marketplace and I wave at the saleslady who sells groceries. She waves back and smiles kindly at me. I can never get much sympathy from anyone my age, but anyone over the age of 40 knows how hard it is to be related to any Victors. My grandfather still wakes up from nightmares related to his game. He was about 16 years old when he won his games. And his game was the 7th quarter quell and the reason he still got his nightmares was because the Arena was unlike any other Arena. He refuses to say much about it, I noticed that every time he speaks of it, his eyes gloss over from the horrors he saw inside. The 175th hunger games had a horrible twist that year. Instead of sending in one set of tributes, the districts were to send triple the amount of tributes. This means three girls and three boys from each district. A Pair would be reaped, another pair was voted in, and the last pair was chosen from an existing pool of previous victors.

72 people were a whole lot of chaos. 24 of them already witnessed the horrors of the hunger games before. 24 of them were hated enough by the districts, and the last 24 were just quiet unlucky to be chosen. My Grandfather was reaped, and the odds were against him but he managed to make it out alive with only 6 kills from the initial 71 tributes. He still felt guilty about it. He's guiltier over the fact that he didn't manage to save his other reaped Tribute partner; a 13 year old girl that was called Flower Iris. He still has plenty of nightmares of the night that she was killed. He refuses to talk about it though.

I sidestepped the small crack in the pavement as I began to approach to gates of the victor's village when the huge crowd caught my eyes.

At first, I expected the worst. Out of everyone in my family, my eldest cousin Adrian was the rebellious one. He hated how everyone would pick on him just because he was a victor's relative. He acted out; going out drinking, picking up fights at the bar and hitting anyone who dared to speak ill of anyone in his family. My biggest fear is that he would be whipped or something. I know that being a victor's relative gives him protection, but for how long?

As I approached the crowd, I let out a sigh of relief when I found them all staring at the wall not at a person. I decided to check it out ojut of curiousity mostly. What I saw though, surprised me.

There was this huge notice on the wall that called for anyone of reaping age. It spoke of a grand prize that could be won if you submit a perfect idea of an arena to the Capitol by the ned of this week. It must be new, fresh and not used before. It could however have some elements of old arenas, just no more than 2 or 3.

I stared at it for a while thinking. What sort of grand prize could the capitol give? Pardon from the games forever?

I got my answer almost immediately. At the bottom of the notice was a huge red notice with huge letters. "Prizes to be won" was written with big hue letters. I got closer to it and squinted my eyes trying to read it without my glasses which I left home.

"Want to soak in to the glory of the Capitol?"

"Prepared to end the life of poverty you might be living in?"

"Win the competition and leave your whole life in the district for a much grander life at the capitol with a huge mansion all at your disposal."

"Winning this competition will give you the opportunity of being a game maker for the upcoming games and a pardon of the games for you and your family. Winning these games will make you gain statuses of being regular capitol Citizens."

"Apply now and submit all your ideas by the upcoming week. Winners will be chosen and contacted three days after the submissions."

My eyes were widening after I read each and every line. I was surprised at the this. After the whole debacle of last year and the arena being the same as the one before, districts were convinced that the game makers were turning mad. I just never thought that they would resort to this.

For a moment, I thought about applying. This competition called for people who have artistic abilities and imagination as well as creativity. Chances are, I could have a shot in this. Then I remember the nightmares my grandfather still gets from those games he entered and I give up the idea. However, I think about it again when I reread the sentence "pardon of the games for you and your family." That will mean that everyone in my family would be safe forever. I shake my head and try to gather my thoughts. A short yell however pulled me out of it and I turned around to face some girls and boys I knew from school.

"Hey Brainiac, how about you apply to be in this Capitol trash competition and be a capitol favorite like your old fool. Maybe then you could actually contribute to society."

They all laughed at that and I stared at them defiantly. I never resorted to violence with these people. I just hit them where it hurts the most. Like for instance, the leader of this gang is called Hank Makarous, He's very fond of two things; his ego and his girlfriend. So I decided to hit birds with one stone and I orchestrated a romance between his girlfriend and his best friend. Leaving both of them love notes from the other. I then watched happily when Hank found out and beat the crap out of his best friend. I also hacked into the desktop computer of our school and put on a picture of his girlfriend with his best friend in a rather compromising position. No one managed to catch me, but I'm still smug about it.

"I think you really should apply. Like, your grandfather was in the arena and slaughtered people and you could carry on the legacy and create arenas used to slaughter even more people."

"Like grandfather, like granddaughter"

They all continued laughing at that. And I stared at them and then I smiled.

"Maybe I will, and If I do you'll regret everything you ever done to me."

I hear them laugh as I turn around and walk towards the entrance. I waste no time and I run all the way towards our mansion in the victor's village. I reach my workroom in perfect timing and I smile.

Oh yes, I'm going to have so much fun with this. I thought, as I pulled out a blue print and my laptop and I begin designing.

Atlantis "Lan" Seraphin Cords POV

The huge poster was hanged on the wall of the district's main factory.

I was small enough to maneuver my way into the crowd, but still short enough to fail to see anything on the said poster. Finally, my older brother took pity on me and smiled a small smile as he lifted my up on his shoulders to get a good look.

It was competition for the best Arena idea. I guess the Capitol was running out of rather creative ones to seek the help of the districts. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. I went through the whole thing before telling my brother to put me down again. It was crazy and impulsive but I decided at that moment that I would try and thnk od something to apply with.

I had a lesser chance to be chosen than anyone else. I'm only 13 years old and I'm probably the smallest 13 year old you'll ever see. I knew however, that I had the brains for it. By the age of 5 I could assemble and dissemble an electronic circuit without having any prior knowledge of it. I guess I knew my way through technology because of my father being an engineer.

I created my laptop using old parts dissembled parts of old laptops. I also created multiple inventions around the house that could help my mom with household stuff. According to some books I read, I'm what they call, a prodigy.

I ran all the way to my house and I decided then and there to create something different. I pulled my laptop to me as I began thinking of ideas for this. The one theme I had in mind was friendly but deadly. But then I realised that it has been done before. So I decided to twist it. A Friendly place that is now a nightmare. So example wise, a small tropical island that is now burned to crisp because of a volcanic eruption.

I smiled. I put on forth three ideas and I meshed them together.

If this doesn't make me and my family safe all our lives, then I don't know what will.

Aisselynn Mcfee-Brinnley was Submitted by: ThousendSplendidSuns

Atlantis Seraphin Cords was Submitted by: BookishLifeandCoffee

A.N

This is the second Chapter for this story. A little introduction for the game makers. Thanks for the people who submitted! I still have loads of places left so please submit. Form is on my profile.