The Past

Different POV. Different story. Who was Mr. Everdeen? How did he die? Are you curious to know the past of Mr. Everdeen? Then you are on the right fanfiction.

Mr. Everdeen

"Mr. Everdeen! Attack the tributes with arrows and fireballs! The game is going slow and reducing the number of audiences," President Snow ordered me.

"I do respect your orders Mr. Snow, but I can't do that, let the tributes play for themselves. Let's not kill tributes, it won't be fair with others and the ones who died." I replied.

"Make the game worth watching Mr. Everdeen! If you don't make the game interesting for the audience, you know the consequences." President Snow threatened, but I continued ignoring his order as always.

The 50th hunger games had begun. The arena was the most magnificent place ever created. Cornucopia was made with fresh-green meadow, which extended for miles, and the azure blue sky with the cotton ball-like clouds. Far away there were wood forests that almost looked haunted when dark. Yet, the mountains were capped with milk-white snow, which made the view more pleasing, which eventually burst out as a destructive volcano.

However, for hunger games to be interesting, there should be some on the other way a little spice to it. Even when the arena had a breathtaking view, everything in it was lethally poisonous. The tributes had to die some on the other way if not by the tributes. The food growing there, the water flowing in the stream, the scent of the flowers when inhaled, and also the butterfly stings were made poisonous. To remain safe, the tributes could only drink the rainwater when thirsty and food from Cornocopia when hungry. Regardless of all these deadly things created in the arena, President Snow still wanted us to kill the tributes by outside attacks.

The tributes were out on the Cornucopia bloodbath after the countdown. As they began competing for food, weapons, and other surviving supplies, some tributes hustle to survive whereas others continue with the combat. Almost 18 tributes, out of 48, were killed in the Cornucopia bloodbath. I felt bad for the innocent kids but still had to watch them die and make a countdown of how many did.

I don't like how the Capitol wants to kill these kids for just their entertainment. In the end only one of them gets to live in the victor's village, isn't that illogical? Instead, they should help every district increase its standards. If I was a part of the Capitol, I would have helped and developed the place for all. Why only the odds be in your favor, everyone in the district should be in favor of each other.

As the tributes move forward with their game, I got an order from President Snow to make the game harsher on the tributes, mainly Haymitch, who was a tribute from district 12. I don't know why President Snow had such bad hatred towards Haymitch and wanted to kill him desperately as the game started. He made me add different muttations and more deadly disasters.

As President Snow ordered me violently, I could hear his anger and the blood boiling through his curses. Being a secret gamemaker in the Capitol, not letting anyone know who I was, was the first anxiety I always had. Now, President Snow getting furious at me became another anxiety in my life. Knowing that he can control my life and can make me suffer to death made me go against my rules. I planned to burst the snow-capped mountain into a volcano, instead of attacking them directly. About 12 tributes died in the eruption of the volcano, yet Haymitch survived. Due to that, President Snow lost his temper towards me. As I failed to kill Haymitch many times, he didn't want me to continue as a gamemaker. Despite creating muttations of pink birds with sharp beaks, poisonous stinging butterflies, and large carnivorous squirrels; Haymitch was still alive. At last, he was the winner.

I was shocked to hear the fact that President Snow was planning to kill me somehow. I knew it was because Haymitch won, and I wasn't able to eliminate him. His every next step or action made me shiver to death. President Snow could send peacekeepers any time and kill me. Since then, I was mostly aware of things going on around me. And finally, I thought of bugging out of the Capitol and hiding somewhere President Snow and others can not find me.

At midnight, I had put on an extremely different disguise, so that no one could recognize me as Mr. Everdeen. When no one was around, I bugged out of my room as quickly as possible. As no one understood who I was in that disguise, nobody cared to ask me where I came from. I had zero vehicles in my hand and had to walk miles to reach somewhere afar. I regret being an extra secret gamemaker, that President Snow kept me just to follow his illegal orders. Although I was anonymous to everyone, President Snow's orders were not worth following.

I knew the ways to all the districts. The next day, I was in district 2, which is south of the Capitol. I didn't find it safe to live there, as weapons and other tools were manufactured. Districts 1, 2, and 3 were mostly close to the Capitol, President Snow could easily find me there. So, I decided to flee to district 12, which was far away and didn't have good relations with the Capitol to bother.

After some days, when I had settled, I chose to work as a coal miner to earn and live a life. I did not tell anyone about being a gamemaker and hid all the things from Capitol in a chest that I found in the house. As I got more familiar with the district people, I got married to Clara Everdeen and we gave birth to a beautiful daughter Katniss. As she grew up, I became very passionate about teaching her good hunting, poaching, making quality bows, and a little singing, kind of skills. She was always curious and excited to learn new things. She learned many skills at a very young age and became perfect at them. Looking at her skills made me proud and so I worked for my family more than anything, at the coal mining.