A/N As we wait for the tribute roster to fill in, here are some behind-the-scenes looks at how our beloved Gamemakers are making these games possible! Also, sorry if you saw this chapter before the re-post. I had to take it down because I realized I published the wrong version.

The time for the reapings was still so far away, but the anxiety of it all made it seem like it was tomorrow. Whenever Elsa would walk through the halls of the Gamemakers' Building young Gamemakers would constantly sprint past her, rushing from one lab to another. She could hear shouting, both in frustration and joy, mixed with the constant whirring of machines and keystrokes of a tired scientist. Despite the chaos of it all, Elsa thought it was quite the sight to behold. She couldn't wait for the day when she would be a part of this chaos- the day she would become a Gamemaker. The career path had been her dream ever since she was little, but seeing as she had spent most of her childhood years living in District Twelve, the dream seemed impossible to accomplish.

Only capital kids can grow up to be Gamemakers

Her mother would tell Elsa whenever she brought up the notion.

Of course, her mother was not entirely wrong, but luckily for Elsa, fate had other ideas. Her mother and father were rebels, having led the riots in District 12 prior to the Mocking Jay's death. When they were executed for their crimes, a high-ranking government official from the Capital was there and saw young Elsa. He pitied the girl and brought her back to the Capital. They hid Elsa's heritage, fearing what the government would do upon hearing about the child of rebels living in the Capital, and the man raised Elsa as his own. To this day, only one person knows of her true past- Brutus Everheart. How the horrid old man ever found out was beyond her, but the fact that he knew her deepest darkest secret could never change. He forever had this great leverage over her. She could not escape. The old man used that secret to get all sorts of things out of Elsa- things she would rather forget. However, Brutus was able to put her in the position where, despite her heritage, she could become a Gamemaker. All she had to do was help him keep up his facade.

As the young woman walked through the hallways, she noticed the doors of one of the labs was slightly ajar. Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the room and the once empty hallway instantly became filled. An army of holographic figures, faceless and hollow, began to march forward in militaristic rows. Elsa froze as she watched them march towards her. As they approached her she stumbled backward, nearly falling due to her clumsiness in heels. However, instead of a collision, the marching figure simply passed right through her.

A young man with bright pink hair suddenly stuck his head out of the door where the beam of light that summoned these figures came from. Embarrassment and horror were on his face as he watched them march dutifully down the hallway.

"Uh, someone, quick!" he cried, "I need help!"

After adjusting to the strange sensation of being passed through by a hologram, Elsa phased through the ranks of figures and made her way to the distressed Gamemaker.

"What's the matter?" Elsa asked as she approached.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Elsa. I don't mean to bother you, I'm just trying to find another Gamemaker."

"That didn't answer my question," she replied.

The pink-haired man knitted his eyebrows in confusion at Elsa's persistence. However, he was desperate and was willing to accept help from anyone at this point.

"Well, I was trying to decipher the latest order for mutts Brutus sent in but I simply don't know what he wants from me! I can't make something that's able to attack tributes and be incorporeal at the same time! I tried the latest holograph tech but uh…" he scratched the back of his neck nervously and looked at his mistake. "I think it went a little rogue."

Elsa looked over the man's shoulders and into the lab. "May I?"

Her words appeared to be more of a formality rather than an actual question as she pushed past the man before he had a chance to respond. Immediately, she went to his workstation and began typing on his computer. Within a few short keystrokes, a flash of light shot out once again into the hallway, this time it took the marching figures with it, leaving an empty hallway once more.

How did you-"

"It's simple!" Elsa said with a smile. "I had to remove the code you inputted but luckily all the new holographic systems have an emergency end key that you can input through a hidden backdoor. They're a little difficult to access if you don't know what you're looking for but the one on this model is pretty easy."

"You deleted my code?!"

"Oh, don't worry, it was all useless anyway. Hologram tech is never going to accomplish what you want it to here because what you're trying to create isn't a hologram.

"Wha-"

"What you're going to want to look into is the latest force field tech. You're going to want to create a sturdy human shaped forcefield that can activate and deactivate on command. That way, you can have something that can be completely incorporeal or even invisible one moment and capable of wielding a weapon the next. Make sense?"

The man ran his tattooed hands through his hair, stunned by Elsa's ability to solve and explain a problem it took him two hours to try and fix. "That's… incredible… How did you learn to do this kind of stuff? Did Brutus teach you?"

"I suppose you could say that," Elsa said, the smile quickly disappearing from her face. "Brutus was the one who designed these systems, after all… I suppose I just happened to be in the room when Brutus was building it."

The man's confusion grew as he noticed the hint of anger in Elsa's voice. He didn't think anything he said would have offended her. Her anger seemed rather misplaced.

"Well, thank you, Elsa. You were a great help!"

Suddenly, the smile returned to her and she stood up from the chair. "It was my pleasure!" she said, joy now in her voice. The Head Gamemaker's assistant began to walk out of the room. Before the man could thank her again, Elsa was suddenly gone. She had disappeared somewhere beyond the door- probably with a massive smile across her face.

A smile from knowing the truth.

The truth that Brutus had been out of ideas for years.