Chapter 1: Alexandrite Evans, Victor of the 96th Hunger Games

Mr. and Mrs. Evans. Victor's, lovers, partners, and parents were just some of the many names the pair had been given over the years. However, they would rather settle for Velvet and Adelaide. A victor from Ten, a victor from One. Velvet was shipped off to live in District Ten with a girl he did not love. Punishment for turning down the President's grandaughters hand in marriage.

The pair of blonde victors lived in the second house from the gate of the Victor's Village. On the right-hand side, only distinguishable by the red rose bush in the center of the lawn. The front yard was a garden, crafted beautifully courtesy of Adelaide. The back garden was a training yard, courtesy of Velvet. They lived there with their four children, Alexandrite, Sterling, Apollo and Amura. All sporting their own crown of golden hair.

Alexandrite and Apollo took after Velvet. Broad, brutish and attractive. Meanwhile, Sterling and Amura were spitting images of their mother with their lean builds and rather large noses. Although, Adelaide's beak-like nose was subsequently removed upon her victory.

For the first twenty years, life was quiet, at least in their eyes. Being the only Victor's with children in Ten, it was hard to be quiet most of the time. However, with the offspring of victors being so rare, each citizen worked hard to appreciate them. After all, in Panem, you were never sure how long a glimmer of innocence and happiness would last. As it turned out, it was nineteen years and 357 days.

And that's where our story begins. With the mighty victors, Adelaide and Velvet sat in the District Ten suit on a rainy Monday morning. It was a day Velvet had never truly liked but never until a week ago did he dread it. So much so, the night before marked the first time he had spent the night with his wife out of choice in many months.

The couple sat around the breakfast bar, Velvet holding a large mug of tea and filled the room with the thick aroma of cherry. Adelaide had water, not one for bitter tastes. The pair sat in silence, adorned in colourful, Capitol produced silk. Yet their bodies sagged and expressions were bleak.

There were a thousand things they wanted to say to each other, Adelaide wanted to make sure Alexandrite was trained to the best of her ability. Velvet wanted to ask if she was strong when Adelaide placed her on the hovercraft. Yet neither of them could find the words, not until Velvet asked a question that spoke more than he said.

"Did she take her bear with her?" He asked, clearing his throat. Adelaide thought about the last time she saw her daughter, tucking a small, finger-sized bear into the pockets of her khaki pants.

"Yes, she wouldn't have left it behind." Velvet smiled at the thought. Even though he had personally trained his daughter to fight and kill, the thought she still carried the bear she was gifted by him at her birth warmed his heart. The happiness was short-lived when the reality of his situation hit once more.

His little girl, his second eldest child was only an hour away from the Games. Doubts about the training he had raised her with crept in; was his best was truly enough. He had never trained her to truly enter the Games. He had always been so strict about sticking to Snow's rules to keep his family safe, he never thought one his children would be reaped. Yet, it was his fault she was there.

Velvet hated being the one to blame but there was only so far he could run from his guilt. For twenty years, he was faithful to Adelaide, just like Snow requested. Then he met her. A beautiful dark-skinned girl whose large brown eyes remind him so much of the love he had lost during his Games, Quartz. Her name was Ara and for the first time in so many years, he felt love for someone else. He cared for Adelaide but she was truly something.

Somehow, Snow found out. Velvet vowed if he even found the snitch, he'd kill them, although that would do little to ease the situation. It would bring himself a sense of peace. Whoever it was caused Ara to be whipped to death while he watched. Then they took his favorite child away from him, knowing he couldn't do anything to protest. The final thorn in his throat was that Adelaide had no idea. For the time being, Velvet had convinced her it was because she had been growing too close to her old flame, Pickens' family as to why their child was reaped.

She had held guilt in her gray eyes since Velvet told her this. He even felt guilty for causing her so much pain when she was not even to blame. However, knowing he cracked with Ara and strayed would hurt her more than the lies. Then again, maybe Velvet was just frightened of what Adelaide would do if she found out the truth. It was one of the few times he truly feared his much weaker wife.

So instead they sat in heavy silence, a silence that lasted two hours until their daughter appeared on the television screen. Her blonde hair was in a tight braid that crawled down her back and the green vest top showed her large muscles. She gritted her teeth as she readied herself to run, the shape of her teddy bear visible through her pants.

The pair found themselves unable to breathe during the minute countdown. How do you breath when you feel so helpless? Surly is it a parents job to protect their child? Yet the pair could do nothing more than allow the sixteen-year-old to be torn from their arms and thrown towards possible death. There was nothing they could do. And for them, that was more painful than anything the Capitol had done to them in the past.

The unease carried on for days, two weeks to be exact. Neither parent slept much, sleeping in shifts so someone was always awake for their daughter. Velvet created a rift between the other District One Victor's as he cheered on the death of their Tributes to give his daughter a victory. People thought Adelaide might go insane. Her cries, begging for her daughter to come home. Velvet also shed tears of paranoia but that was when his wife was asleep. By the time it had come to the final two, the pair was exhausted and broken, not having eaten in days. Shells, watching the final moments of the Games between their daughter and the boy from One.

Both we well-matched, Velvet's training making her as skilled as he was during his Games. However, even with four kills under her belt, Velvet knew not to underestimate his own Tributes. His concerns were confirmed when he got the first blow in, lowering his sword and cutting four fingers free from the girl's hand. The couple screamed in pain and anger as their daughter's fingers toppled to the ground and she screamed in excruciating pain. Velvet vowed to kill the boy if he was to kill his own daughter.

The boy's fault was that he was cocky, mocking the girl as she looked at her hand, her right eye already blinded. With a bellow, she charged at the boy, swinging her battle axe down at him. He blocked it the first time, pushing her away and cutting a small wound in her chest. Giving the girl enough time to attack back, lodging the axe within his chest and showering her in blood.

Although his body twitched, his chest caved in, Velvet and Adelaide were unable to react until his cannon had sounded and his face appeared in the sky. Even then, it was still hard to feel their daughter was safe even when they announced her a victor. Maybe it was because they knew better than most, she was in more danger than she ever was in the Games.

This story takes place during the 100th Hunger Games. The forth twist is that the Tributes will be between the ages of 21 and 40. Other than that, all the same rules apply. You will find out in later prologues why this twist comes to pass.

This year, any male and female between the age range will have their names placed into the glass bowls, just once. It is the fairest the Games have ever been. One Man and Woman will be chosen from each District. Volunteers are allowed. Peacekeepers are safe from the Reaping and can not volunteer.

I will be accepting 24 characters but only 12 will have POVs. These will be selected by me and although the other 12 will star in POV's and become characters in their own right, they will not have a POV. Unless, one of the POV Tributes dies, in which case, one of the background characters will take their place. Everyone has a chance of winning, even if they do not start off with a POV, so never feel disheartened. This is just so it is easier for me.

I will be accepting Tributes until the 1st of October. If I don't have a full house by then, I will rope my friends in to help create some bloodbaths.

It is also worth noting that my little brother helped me come up with this idea and will help me plan the way the story will go.

I hope you submit and there will be more prologues your way soon.