The People: Letita Nightville, 65 years old, District 5 Resident.


"Meemaw! The Bloodbath is about to start!" I hear Taddeo's soft but urgent voice shout from the living room.

I slowly walk with my cane, being careful not to fall. I can't afford to fall and break a hip, I barely can afford to keep the lights on. It's hard to make money at my age. I try to push that thought to the back of my head. Right now, it's time to have quality time with Taddeo. You have to cherish every moment and hold those dear to you close. You never know when it's the last time you'll see someone you love. I learned that the hard way. I still remember it like it was vividly. My brother, Lyle, came to me on an unusually cold night. I remember being so afraid it brought me to the point of tears. I could hear the aircraft whizzing above me and the rioting outside.

"Meemaw, pay attention!" Taddeo pulled my arm and rocked it.

I turn my head to face him and study his face. Taddeo has big blue eyes, brown hair, and adorable little freckles. I've tried to count them before but Taddeo never sits still long enough for me to finish. I wish I had his energy. Ah, what I would love to have my youth once again. I used to take it for granted. Being able to run, show my emotions, and be carefree. Now, I long for those things. But at least I now have Taddeo to keep me company.

My eyes move to the screen. The countdown is to 10 and the camera flashed to show the face of our male tribute this year. I know him too well. The boy has long blonde hair, green eyes, and chubby cheeks. He's still so innocent looking, despite the fact that he's about to fight to death. I can see the fear in his emerald eyes and it sends a gut wrenching feeling through my body. He's too familiar. Taddeo used to play with him in the yard. Sometimes they would have sleepovers and play war. I would hear Taddeo scream, "Die Elijah! Die!" Honestly, it got annoying to hear that in the middle of the night when I had to go to work but now it sends shivers down my spine. It's ironic, that they played that as a childish game with no thought. Now it's a grotesque reality.

The gong goes off, its piercing sound marking the start of the Hunger Games. The tributes ran to the middle, with a few trying to run away. Taddeo leans in, trying to spot out Elijah. Elijah's running straight to the middle, as fast as his little legs take him. "Don't die Elijah!" Taddeo yells as his blue eyes widened. My grandson tightly grabs my hand, as if it was scaring him and he needed my support. I didn't have much faith in Elijah. I've seen it too much. A young, baby faced boy or girl gets reaped. They rarely ever make it back home. Most of them die in the Bloodbath. Maybe it's better that way. They don't have to suffer for the next days or weeks in the arena.

The boy from District 3 is the first dead. The girl from One brutally stabbed him, his blood getting in her mouth and face. Of course, she didn't care. The Careers rarely ever do. Other children began to die in brutal ways. But somehow, Elijah is still alive. The small boy grabbed a dagger and a small bag. He began to run for the trees. I feel something I haven't felt in a long time building up inside me. Hope. "Run, Elijah! You can make it!" I yell, causing Taddeo to look at me out of the corner of his eye. Rarely do I ever raise my voice.

But suddenly, Elijah fell to the ground. He screamed in pain. His leg had been cut into by the behemoth from District two. The boy had no emotion on his face when he cut into Elijah's leg. "No!" Elijah screams as tears roll down his chubby cheeks. That once bubbly boy who'd help me clean my house, who'd play war with Taddeo, that boy was now made into something he was not. He was made into a fearful and dreary human being.

Elijah tries to back away from the older boy, but his attempts were futile. Elijah is stabbed repeatedly in the abdomen by the weapon, life leaving his tiny body with every motion of the sword. Elijah became another victim of The Capitol, a victim of pure evil. He is the last dead. After everyone ran off, they showed his face once more. His lifeless emerald eyes pierced my soul, as if he could see straight through me. His once rosey cheeks were now stained with his own blood.

"No! Elijah! Why?!" Taddeo face twisted and his body began to shake as he sobbed. I wrap my arm around him and run my fingers through his hair with my other arm, trying to calm him down.

"It's okay. He's not in pain anymore." I whisper into Taddeo's ear as he continues to cry. I tear up myself. Elijah represented hope... and hope was destroyed once more.


The Good: Clayton Stafford, District 12 Male Tribute


"I think we should kill them all." I say as I look into Jezebel's dark brown eyes. The Careers. They are killing us. And we are just sitting around waiting for it to happen. My heart burns with hatred after they killed Sheridan. She was just scared. We all are. Sheridan was one of the weirdest girl's I ever met. She always talked about some book she read about how this girl survived being hunted down by the Government. The girl, I think her name was Anna, managed to overthrow the Tyrannical Government. I wasn't sure what Tyrannical meant before she explained it to me. It's not like they try to educate us well in 12. They hate our guts due to our relationship with the rebellion. All of us come from District 13. Not the new one, the old one that is described as barbaric and uncivilized in school. Which is funny to me since Panem thinks slaughtering children is a necessary sacrifice for peace.

Sheridan was intelligent. Which is another big word she taught me. She was only 13, one year older than me, but seemed to know a lot about surviving due to reading that book. The book is banned and I have no clue how she got it but it's pretty cool regardless. At first, Jezebel didn't want her as an ally. She saw her as weak. I eventually convinced Jezebel to let her in. The rest is history.

Jezebel's face contorts. She pauses before speaking. I hope she listens to me. "Well... we have to be smart about it. We'll both die if we go in blindly..."

I want to say that if we kill the Careers, we have a high chance of winning. We can get rid of the rest or hope they kill each other. If it's me and Jezebel in the finale, I don't know what I'll do. I want us both to win. I'm not stupid enough to think that'll happen though, since everyone knows what happened the last time two people from 12 won. They won't let it happen again.. I look at the sky. We can defeat them someway... But we have to be smart about it.

"Maybe we should set a trap for them. You know how to make snares." I shift my eyes down to the ground and began to make a snowball. I used to have snow wars with my friends in 12. We'd scream and shout as much as our lungs would let us. I remember the last time I saw my friends. Zen, Romilly, Justice, and Quincy. Quincy was the only girl allowed in our group because she was cool. She was kind of cute too with her smooth brown skin, hazel eyes, and curly brown hair. I'll never admit that I think she's cute. It'll make me look weak. I'm not weak, despite my small frame. I'm strong, like my mom always says.

"Yeah..Hm. I'll make a few traps and you'll make a fire. That should get them right where we want them. Deal?" Jezebel smiles at me.

"Deal." I stand up and fist bump Jezebel. We first started this while we were on the train. Our mentor, Atticus, was happy with it. He said that it's good that we were already warming up to each other. Now look at us, going to take down the Career pack. I sprint off into the forest to find wood. It's cold and I can see my foggy breath in the wind. It's somewhat hard to find wood that's not wet due to the snow. I eventually gather enough wood, holding it tightly pressed up against my chest. I come back and see Jezebel making the snares. I set the wood down beside her and watch her closely. It's interesting, seeing how she ties knots and carefully does every move. I wish I could do that.

After an hour, Jezebel is done with the snares. I don't mind how long it took since I enjoy watching it. Jezebel is like my big sister that I've never had. I would love a sibling since it gets pretty lonely. My mom is always working in the mines and she's so tired when she comes home that we never spend much time with each other. But I understand that she has to work so we don't starve. She says that if I get any skinnier, I'll wither away.

I go to light the fire. I strike my match and watch it engulf the wood and leaves. I watch the flames, the warmth taking over my entire body. But strangely, I see Sheridan's face in the flames. Suddenly, I feel Jezebel tug on my arm.

"We have to hide and wait for them to come." Jezebel reminds me as she forces me to hide behind a tree. She told me this earlier but the flames have captivated me. Why is Sheridan's face there? What does it mean?

It doesn't take long for the Careers to come. I hear them laughing. "Some dumbass lit a fire!" I hear the boy from two say as he chuckles. He sounds like a maniac. It gives me goosebumps, but I'm not afraid. I'm not going to let them ruin me. I'm strong. As they walk into view, I see the girl from 3 is with them. I don't remember her name. She has brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin with a slight bluish tint. I think she came into the arena with glasses. But they are probably broken now since she isn't wearing them. I didn't expect 3 to be so dangerous. Maybe I should have paid more attention to her.

I can't help but smile when I see the boy from two and his District partner, plus the boy from four strung up by their leg, high up in the air. They are helpless, for once. You rarely see that happen. When you do, you can't help but smile.

The Careers yell and demand that the girl from 3 cut them down. Her eyes are wide and she begins to tremble. She takes a pocket knife out of her pocket and goes to cut the rope.

Jezebel ran at 3 and tackled her. I follow after her and watch her put the knife to 3's throat. She looks scared. I feel a twinge of guilt. She isn't our target. She doesn't deserve to die. They do, I think as I look at the Careers. I see that 4 is cutting at the rope with a knife.

"Jezzy! 4 is trying to get out!" I shout as I watch in horror. What do I do? Do I kill him? Do I just let Jezzy deal with it? I want them dead but.. I have no clue how to do it.

In response to my words, Jezzy slices the neck of the 3 girl. I watch as she thrashes around, begging to breathe. Blood squirts out of the gape in her throat. She put her hands on her neck and looked at me as life left her eyes. I feel like she's judging me. I feel like it's my fault. I blink, tears welling in my eyes. I turn away. I can't look at her as the cannon goes off.

While I was staring at the now dead girl, 4 got out of the rope. He has a sword and is pointing it at Jezebel and I. I grasp onto my serrated sword, my right arm trembling as I do so. It's the moment of the truth. It's time to put my words into action. I can't help but be nervous about it.

4 lunges at Jezzy. They fought while I watched helplessly. I'm scared to get in the way. What if the other two get out? I can't fight for Jezebel. Jezzy falls to the ground after getting punched in the face, spitting up blood and what looks like a tooth.

I look over and see the boy from two's sword on the ground. I have to make sure no one else gets it before I do. I run and reach for the sword, my hands touching the silver metal. I cry in pain as I see a foot step onto my hand. Then the feminine but assertive voice is the only thing that I can focus on.

"You want this, little boy? Too bad." Her cold blue eyes looked into mine. She doesn't care about how much she was hurting me by stepping on my hand. In fact, she seems to enjoy it by the smirk that is on her face. My heart began to sink but I can't speak. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out.

A weird feeling hits me as 2 stabs me with her spear. It feels like being punched in the stomach with a lot of pressure. It's enough to get me to tear up. 2 looks me into the eyes as she digs it deeper. I feel vomit and blood threaten to come out of my mouth. I cough up blood and bile before falling into the snow. I can't help but curl up. I move my arm to touch my wound. It's deep and blood keeps gushing out of it. It won't stop oozing out. I want to help Jezebel. She needs me. But the pain is too great. The tears that have been slowly building up overtime began to fall down my face. I'm scared. I don't want to die. I want to see my friends and mom again. How will mom live without me? The last time I saw her, she begged me to fight. She begged me to become a victor. She said that once I win, we will never starve again.

"Oh no... No... You were supposed to go home." Jezzy came to my side. I see her checking my throbbing wound. I can tell by the way her face dropped that it didn't look good.

I turned my eyes to the sun. I might as well see it for one last time. It's probably artificial, but still beautiful. "You have to win. Please..." I use nearly all my strength to tell her this. I can feel myself getting weaker and slowly losing the battle. It's a weird and terrifying feeling. I never thought about how it felt to die. Even when I was reaped. I ignore the pain and grasp Jezzy's hand for the final time. Her cold hand somehow warms me. As I look into the sky, my vision gets worse. It's fluttering and there are black spots in the sky that only continue to grow.

"I will. I promise." Those words are the last things I hear before everything becomes completely cold and dark. I feel nothing. It's peaceful. There's no more pain and suffering. No more Hunger Games. No more starving and fear. I think I'm going to like it here.

As Jezebel shut Clayton's eyes and listened to the cannon go off, she couldn't help but think of what he said a few days ago after Schneider died. Why do the good ones never last long?


The Evil: Vincent Snow, Current President of Panem


Running a country is not easy. Sometimes you have to do things that most would consider barbaric. I learned this from my father. Cornelius Snow, the man who is responsible for the death of Katniss Everdeen. I walk out on my balcony and tap my fingers against the white wood. The air is cold and burns my eyes slightly, but it is nice to get some fresh air.

After the war, things changed. My father was too sick to run the country and unfortunately died a few months after the war's end. It was said that stress and old age killed him. But in reality, he just was poison happy and it started to get to his health. Then I finally took over. I was elected by the citizens of the Capitol as I promised that things would change. I also promised that the Hunger Games would not end. Some of the candidates wanted it to end but I knew too well that the Capitol citizens have nothing better to do. The Games are the highlight of their year. A way to keep them under my thumb, just like how it was with my father.

To seem merciful, I created District 13. The old one was obliterated during the war, killing the Mockingjay. The war mostly died with it, with few factions of the rebels still fighting. They were quickly eliminated and executed in public. It took 12 years to rebuild the country after the war. The war almost destroyed us like in the Dark Days. It was foolish for them to try again. We could kill them all but I try to compromise. Isn't that good enough for the Districts? 26 children every year is being nice in my opinion. We could easily force entire families into the arena. But no, that would be too much. There's a balance to everything.

District 13 is my creation. The District for medicine. After the war, the demand for paramedics and medication was too high for what we had at the time. In response to that, the new and improved District 13 was created. To convince people to move, I offered money and peace. It wasn't hard after that. People flocked in droves to escape their war torn District. People seemed to quiet down and accept life as it is. That was before I got the idea to host a Hunger Games for every month the 12th year after the war. It was to make up for lost time, to show the Districts they couldn't get away with what they're done. The Capitol loved the idea but many of the people in the Districts were angry. They thought I was bluffing. I proved I wasn't when 300 of their children died that year.

I am sure that sounds awful. Even I know that. But it is a necessary evil. I cannot allow the rebels to get away with what they've done to this great country and I have Capitol citizens to make happy.

Now the Reapings for the 96th Hunger Games will begin in a few weeks. I've already been discussing some of the information with Gamemakers about the plan for this year. The mutts, the arena, all of it intrigues me. I would be a Gamemaker if I wasn't the President. It would show my creativity. My creativity shined the most a few years back when I created the idea for The Revival Games. We had the technology to do it and I needed a way to punish the Districts after they decided to act out of line. The tributes were all who have died in previous Hunger Games. It made for an interesting one. Viewership was at an all time high.

I turned around and walked into my room, closing the doors to my balcony behind me. It'd be best for me to get a long night's sleep before my most important meeting with the head Gamemaker.


Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Or not! Maybe you skipped down to this section. Either way, this is a SYOT. It's first come first serve. PM about reservations. Reservations will last for 3 days, I will extend it if you need more time. I don't want any guest submissions. You will have to have an account, sorry. It just makes things easier for me. Send me any type of character you want. Normal, Bitchy, Weird, Batshit Crazy, or whatever. I'll try my best to write them and flesh them out. The outline and extra info is on my profile ;) Now give me your children.

I chose "The Lord of The Flies" as a title because it reminded me of The Hunger Games in many ways. They both expose the evil within all of the characters. How children can turn into "evil" and vengeful brings. On a happy note, at least they both have a somewhat happy ending? I mean, they are both kind of ambiguous but it's aight.

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