District 5

Female - Claudie Watts, 37. Victor of the 56th Annual Hunger Games.

"The Huntress."

"The games," Claudie mumbles, "the games...75th...Hunger Games...The tributes are other victors...They know, they know what I'll do...Other victors..." Claudie looks up. Her expression appearing as if she just forgot what she was saying. "I'll be in the arena again? I'll be..." She trails off, zoning out. Yet, her fingers continue to rapidly move about a copper necklace. Her old wedding ring looped within it.

Even though it has been years since her husband had divorced her for a more stable woman, she still keeps the ring. She still screams for him to be by her side when she has nightmares of the games. She still smiles when seeing him.

"I'll need to figure out the arena. To survive I'll need..." Claudie zones out again. Her lips move as if she is mumbling to herself but no actual voice comes out. Instead, the remainder of the words is said within her own mind.

The Capitol crowds cheer as yet another tribute is caught in one of Claudie's traps. The 56th Hunger Games coming to a shock as many had expected more physically fit tributes to make it far, forgetting that intelligence plays a role as well.

Claudie emerges from the woods to find her latest trap — a wire when touched would send down dozens of wooden spikes falling from the trees — has caught two tributes. the pair from District 11. She shows no remorse, no sympathy. Simply removes the supplies from their bodies and walks away.

"My parents they were engineers." Claudie nods her head. "I learned a lot from watch..." She zones out yet again but then snaps back into reality. "-ing them work."

Claudie's fingers move so quick even the game makers struggle to keep up with her. Weaving vines, digging holes, sharpening sticks. She lit fires in order to attract bloodthirsty tributes only for them to step into a hole with sharpened branches waiting for them at the bottom or else hitting a wire for a net to fall upon them.

Days went by and the handful of surviving tributes caught onto Claudie's tricks. They feared venturing into the woods so Claudie ventured to them. Spreading her territory.

"I can see them." Claudie's eyes tear up as she points to her head. "I can hear them." Though the air is quiet she leaps up as if hearing a scream. Resorting to pacing back and forth. "Otto...Otto...Otto...Where's my husband." She catches herself. "Ex-husband..."

Despite the Capitol's unconditional love for her when she won, it ore down over the years. Claudie went from someone who was proud, confident, arrogant to someone who was plagued by the thoughts of her games. Having to be yanked out to stage and forced to watch and comment on her games or how she'd make traps in current games. How she would and could kill. How she was a natural born killer.

Male - Duncan Dockley, 37. Victor of the 54th Annual Hunger Games.

"The boy who shocked the world."

Duncan limps forward. His ankle never healing properly from when he broke it in his time during the arena. A factor that led everyone to be sure he was going to die. An uproar that spread when he won. Not a single person had bet on him for the games so when he won, millions of dollars were lost by thousands of citizens within the Capitol.

"I don't think many people will be cheering for me." Duncan chuckles to himself. "What was it? four? Five? million dollars lost cause I lived." He sets his cane down. "Pf, don't need their help anyway. They left me to die once and I came out kicking so must be a good luck charm."

Early on in the games, Duncan had broken his ankle on the rocky terrain of the arena. For a week he stayed hidden, struggling to keep alive. the Capitol had actually opened up a second betting ring where people wagered how long it would be till he died due to his wound, further causing loss of money.

"I got my kids," Duncan says, "That's all I need. Hector, Baylor, and Kendall. I love them all to bits." Duncan pats his midsection. A belly starting to form. "I'm a stress eater though so my physique was pretty much doomed when the first one popped out. I don't think it will be a problem. I mean I spent a week laying down in my last games and won that."

They say the only reason Duncan won was because he was forced to lay low. So low that mostly every tribute had actually forgotten he was still alive.

The tributes from District 1 made camp mere feet from where Duncan lay. The pair frustrated with having to look for a tribute they had regarded as dead until the final three. Duncan figured it was as good of a time as any.

As the District 1 female put out the fire, he threw his last knife, hitting her in the chest. The girl collapsed and a cannon fired. The male leaped up, knowing Duncan was near. He moved cautiously, what seemed to take ages but just as he saw Duncan, Duncan leaped out, tackling the boy.

In the few seconds that followed, Duncan grabbed a nearby rock and slammed it into the District 1 male, knocking him unconscious. Duncan continued to beat the boy with the rock until the final cannon fired. A very anti-climatic ending and loss of millions.

"Yea, I got three kills." Duncan scratches his stubble. "The two from 1 and then the head gamemaker."

The head gamemaker of the 54th games having been executed from the problems that resulted with Duncan winning.

District 10

Female - Harmony Winterhaze, 17. Victor of the 73rd Annual Hunger Games.

"Daughter of Innocence."

"This is horrible." Harmony wipes tears away from her eyes. "Having to re-enter the Hunger Games. Twenty-four of us having to relive those horrors...I hope the others are doing okay. I seen so many victors resort to drinking or drugs from the meer memories of games. Now, having to re-enter those very games." Harmony shakes her head. "I hope the Capitol has provided aid for those tributes who need it."

Harmony lays under a tree. Her knees brought to her chest. Her eyes full of tears. "Why," she mumbled, "why do we have to kill each other? This is so horrible! I thought everyone was better than this!"

And thus began the Capitol's fascination with Harmony. A tribute who cried not from her own pain but from the pain of others. Someone who begged for everyone to come together during her interviews before the 73rd Hunger Games. Yet, day after day she continued to survive. Making it longer than even the most bloodthirsty tributes. Never once engaging in fights but actually helping others.

Just as the Capitol had begun to forget her. their attention being drawn in by tributes who killed and battled. She had done an act that put her in the history books.

Harmony laid a bowl of food beside the sleeping boy from 2. She had struggled with food herself, her body being skin and bones by the time she won. Yet she put her suffering aside to provide aid to a boy who was in pain. This act caused the Capitol citizens to either adore her or loathe her.

"We need to be kind to each other," Harmony says. "Our kindness will be rewarded back ten times as much!"

Her acts along were seen as bringing the districts together. The kindness that had rumours spreading that the twelve districts of Panem could actually band together, could help one another, could take on the Capitol together. Something the head gamemaker and president could not allow.

Day after day the gamemakers used disasters to push Harmony towards other tributes. Not once did she attack them and despite them more than willing to kill her, she always found a way to escape.

What the Capitol saw as someone so innocent that they could not be tainted, the districts saw something else. Someone who would go against what the Capitol ordered and befriend the districts. Who would publicly say no the Capitol ordering for blood. Until...

"I'm so sorry," Harmony tears up, "I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Harmony was left facing the girl from District 4. Her final opponent. throughout the entire games she had always took the peaceful route but finally, she abandoned her morals. After hearing the female from 4 taunt District 10, Harmony shoved a boulder off a cliff. The female from 4 being crushed by the boulder along with all talks of the districts coming together as one.

The girl who had unknowingly stood against the Capitol in an act of peace had been lost. Turning into another killer, tuning into another victor.

Male - Callum Andrews, 21. Victor of the 71st Annual Hunger Games.

"The Capitol's over-caring son."

The desires of many people within the Capitol. Callum is well-built having a muscular physique. His brown hair is styled in a comb. Bright aqua eyes seem filled with life itself.

"I think I kinda of break from most of the assumptions," Callum says, "I work in a district that butchers animals yet I am an animal lover. District 10, most people focus on themselves since it is poor yet I care for everyone. In the Hunger Games, you have to kill to win yet I protected people."

After the gong rings, Callum and his allies — the male from 3 and the females from 10 and 9 — flee through the ruins of an abandoned city, finding their way into a shopping mall. Here, they lay low. Callum going out to find food, water, and other supplies for his allies. Keeping them safe from all harm.

"I think it is a good trait to have, to be caring. Means you are still human," Callum says. "So many people think that to win the games you need to abandon who you are and that is not true...It's just easier...It hurts less..."

Callum returns after retrieving water to find the male from 3 and female from 9 dead. their bodies ripped open. His district partner, the girl from 10, being the only survivor yet heavily wounded.

"I knew you'd come back," the male from 2 said as he emerged from the dark.

Confronted with his final opponent, Callum is forced to fight. A bloody battle that leaves both members with gashes and cuts. Blood staining the tile flooring and rubble but in the end, Callum wins. Sliding his sword into the District 2 male's chest, killing him.

"I think that is why most people abandon their morals in that arena," Callum answers, "because it hurts less."

Callum leans down, holding his dying district partner in his arms. The two sharing how they are proud District 10 won, how Callum will take care of her family, sharing their final goodbyes. Then, the cannon fires, leaving Callum the victor.

"People don't want to live with pain," he says, "people will do anything to make it hurt just a bit less."

Sorry if there is grammar errors in this. I don't have the time to read it over cause I'll be gone most of today.

So what do you think of the next four tributes?