Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins.

Note: The fourth decade of the Hunger Games begins! And to kick it off, the long awaited first ever Victor of District Six. This guy has been alluded to on sparse occasions in The Nameless Chronicles and now we're going to get the full story on this boy who won in record time. Because, you see, the thing with Victors from District Six is that they are rare, but when they win... they win BIG. Read on and enjoy the mayhem!

Katniss and Peeta stood silently in respect for the boy who, for all intents and purposes, accidentality committed the ultimate speedrun of the Hunger Games. Both cracked identical smiles, as if they were standing beside a legend. In a way, they literally were.

"They say a lot of heroes come from humble origins," Katniss said, chuckling softly. "To think he went from a construction worker to... well, himself."

"We came from humble origins too. Seems like it's a bit of a trend," Peeta added as he smiled down at Chassis' imprinted face. "Think it was really just an accident or do you think in some way he knew what he was doing?"

"I don't think we'll ever know for sure," Katniss replied. "I just know that 'the kick' is going to be a legend to last for all of time."

31st Annual Hunger Games

Name: Chassis Macalister

Gender: Male

District: 6

Age: 16

Kills: 10

Captain Abe watched from his seat on the stage as the youths of District Six trudged into the square with all of the life and energy of a criminal about to be executed. All were gloomy, grey faced and practically devoid of any sort of emotion other than pain.

It was to be expected after thirty years of loss in the Hunger Games and a grand total of sixty dead children. From Mazda and Nissan in the First Games all the way to Fume and Zhonda in the Thirtieth Games.

Abe shook his head, sympathetic. When he had been assigned the role of District Six's official mentor thirty years ago he had been as pro-Capitol and anti-District as all of his fellow Peacekeepers. He didn't expected to stick around for long on this job, five years at the very most.

He didn't expect to become so attached either and certainly did not ever imagine that he'd come to see the District as more of a home from the Capitol ever was. But after being in the job for so long, how couldn't he come to like the place?

Well... maybe not. He didn't like the gangs, the drugs and all the suffering. But he did, for the most part, like the people of the transportation District.

Being old now and a far cry from who he used to be, the mostly retired Peacekeeper wanted nothing more than to be able to bring one tribute home safe and sound. Just one. If he could do that then he could retire and pass away without regret.

One less regret at least. But with Olga making it a yearly mission to exterminate the tributes from her most hated District in the opening minutes it was rare for any of his tributes to make it past the opening hour. It was rarer still for them to survive past the first day and basically unheard of for them to reach the finale. Only a single tribute made it that far.

"This isn't right," Abe muttered as he watched the crowd of children take their places, many already weeping or looking like they were dead already.

Abe flinched. Had they always looked so innocent, helpless and afraid? How had he been so blind and not seen that all those years ago when he had to mentor the young, engaged couple?

All Abe could do was hope he ended up with a strong pair of tributes and that they were fast enough to escape the bloodbath. From there... well, he'd deal with that once the time arrived. If it arrived.

This year the escort assigned to District Six was dressed as a jackhammer – it was the latest fashion craze in the Capitol – and jumped around much like the item she was dressed as, reaping a boy and a girl without delay.

The girl was a pitiful looking fourteen year old, clearly half starving and showing all the signs of being a druggie at such a tender age. The Hunger Games had already ended up with a few surprise victors, but Piston Jesters clearly had no chance at all.

The boy who mounted the stage made Abe pause and think.

Chassis Macalister was decently tall at five foot and nine inches, had a decently muscular build and he didn't appear bad to look at either. The scars he had weren't grotesque, but would perhaps interest sponsors who favoured tributes with a unique look. He didn't appear scared either.

"So, tell us a bit about yourself Chassis," the escort said.

"Well, I build stuff and I drive a car in the demolition derby. Creating and destroying, that's me," Chassis said with a chuckle. "Oh, and I had a relative in the arena once. He didn't make it home."

"What was his name?" the escort asked, eager.

"Chev. Second place in the Tenth Hunger Games," Chassis said, giving a casual sort of shrug. "I'll do one better in his memory and win this thing. Let's go!"

Abe could only flinch as Chassis and Piston were herded into the judgement building. On the one hand Chassis was physically an adept boy and seemed like the kind who could fight and take a beating. He took part in demolition derbies where injuries were so very common!

On the other hand he was related to the same tribute who had denied Olga her final battle and completed kill list all those years ago. There was no way that the patriot was going to allow Chassis the chance to be anything besides twenty fourth place in under ten seconds in.

But that did not mean Abe was ready to give up. The Games just had to be played very, very carefully.

Careful was clearly not going to be possible.

Not even an hour into the train ride Chassis had accidentally broke five plates, three forks and puzzlingly he even broke the table. The boy seemed to have a knack for accidentally wrecking things. He claimed it was just part of being a demolition derby driver.

The escort claimed he was a clumsy hooligan and should be as careful as he was on his building job.

"Thanks," Chassis remarked, digging into the roast gammon on his plate.

"What for?" the escort replied, confused.

"For calling me a hooligan. That's what my demolition derby team are called," Chassis laughed, taking another bite of his steak. "The Hazardous Hooligans!"

The escort groaned, muttering about it being one of 'those years'. Abe, meanwhile, was running through ideas of how to use this to potentially get Chassis a sponsor or two. Perhaps if the boy agreed to have logos of various Capitol companies put onto his car post-Games there might be potential for enough sponsor pledges to send him food, water and a knife. The basics, but at least enough to prevent him having to run into the opening melee.

The reaping recap changed everything.

Both of the tributes from one were beautiful killers like they always were and the pair from two looked absolutely savage, like they were already thirsting for the blood of their foes. It was the name of the male tribute that had everybody's attention, both in the District Six train carriage and across the nation.

Boris Machete.

The presenters on TV wasted no time in explaining that Boris was Olga's nephew and was more than ready to bring home a second victory for the extremely Capitol loyal Machete family. Just the mere sight of the vicious boy and his vast muscles had many people, tribute and audience member alike feeling intimidated. Even the presenters had to pause for a moment, as if worried.

Naturally it was only inevitable that the presenter went crazy with glee when Chassis revealed his relation to Chev. A rematch between the Machete family and the Macalister family was seemingly all they could talk about for several minutes as the tributes from seven through to nine passed without any commentary at all.

"He seems tough," Chassis noted, letting out a breath. "Very tough."

"Do you think you have any chance at all of besting him in a fight?" Abe asked, hesitant.

Chassis merely gave Abe a toothy grin.

"I've beaten the Wreckage Rompers in the derbies like ten times. If I can do that, I think I have a chance of beating this guy as well," Chassis said, balling his fist. "Besides, a rematch like this... that'd attract sponsors right?"

"That's correct," Abe said, nodding. "Though a lot of them will probably go towards Boris. He's the one to beat this year."

"Think he has any weaknesses?" Chassis asked, laying his hands on his knees and leaning towards Abe. "Like, any life threatening allergies?"

"Impossible to know about that. But he's likely as arrogant and ill tempered as his aunt always has been. You might be able to make him lose focus if you mock him... but I'd not advise provoking him, unless you truly had no other options left and it seemed like the only way to stand a chance," Abe let out a deep breath. "This is going to be a really hard year."

"Yeah, hard for the other districts," Chassis said, standing up and pumping his fists. "They're gonna get a crushing defeat! Who's with me?"

Abe would be with his tributes until the very end, even if the odds were awful. The escort agreed only due to her contract, nothing more, and even Piston offered a mumble of commitment. It seemed, though, that even she knew she was completely and utterly doomed at this point.

Chassis didn't show fear. He claimed he knew what he was doing and would play this the same way that he did everything else in his life up to this point. When pressed on this, his answer really did not inspire any hope in Abe.

"I'll just make it up as I go along and see what happens."

The Gamemakers always loved a good rivalry in the training centre and typically allowed arguments to play out so long as they did not turn into forbidden physical altercations. Those were the rules after all.

Abe wasn't allowed to go down to the training centre, but he certainly heard about what was going on. One of his old friends on the force who worked as a guard down there was fine to give him the full story of the daily events for his tributes.

Not that he really needed it due to the sheer volume that Boris had been screaming at.

"Your boy really made him see red and go into a frenzy. Seems like Chassis managed to work out one little weakness in that brute's armoured outer shell," Corporal Crux had said that night as the two older men sat at a cafe nearby the tribute building.

"What was it?" Abe replied, genuinely curious. "I heard all of the screaming, but I couldn't hear what Chassis said."

"Well, your boy must be either very brave or very, very reckless. Maybe both," Crux took a sip of his drink. "He made 'yo mama jokes'. It set Boris off and for a moment I thought that we were going to be dealing with a Games lacking a twenty fourth tribute."

"Like the fifth?" Abe said, soon sighing. "Nice to know Boris can be made to lose his focus, but dammit... this boy will be the death of me."

"And himself," Crux added. "He's really getting invested in this rivalry. He's making Boris mad, really mad. It's like when that loudmouthed relative of his pissed off Olga years ago and she got in trouble for attacking him."

"History is repeating," Abe muttered, hoping so dearly that it would not end with another dead boy from Six. "At least Chassis has a good place in the narrative going in."

"True, and Boris might let it play out. He benefits from it as well; Chassis may be able to slip away from him at the start, but that doesn't help at all against the other three Careers," Crux poured himself another drink after finishing his first. "Basically, the Ones are vicious and will kill anybody not on their side in an instant while the girl from Two is an Outlier racist."

"So, any of the lower Districts are vermin in her eyes? Dammit, that makes things harder," Abe took a gulp of his own drink. "Well, thanks for filling me in on this. At least I have something to tell the sponsors. Maybe enough for just one to support Chassis."

"How about the girl?" Crux asked.

"She's given up already," Abe replied, sadly shrugging. "It's Chassis or certain defeat. That's it."

"Well, good luck," Crux patted Abe on the shoulder. "Why keep trying after all of these years? You could easily retire with a great pension. You don't stand to really gain anything if one does come home."

Abe finished his drink, getting his coat back on.

"Well, somebody has got to do this job and I have proven that I am fully capable of doing so for thirty years. I think it's only right, really, that I see it through to the very end," Abe replied as he rose up. "And I do gain something, Crux. I gain a Victor and a saved life. Anyway, must be going, still have a few sponsors to speak to. Thanks for the drinks."

With that being said Abe headed off down the street basked in the fine sunset while running through pitch lines in his head. Crux watched him go, unable to keep a very faint smile off of his face.

"Now there goes a man dedicated to his job," he remarked. "I wonder if I would have been the same if Nine hadn't won in the very first year of the Games."

The interviews were a spectacle as always, for better or for worse. While by this point every tribute generally had at least two or three people who would listen to what they were saying the fact was that not all tributes ever got equal attention. The tiny girl from Eleven was never going to get much focus while the boy from Seven who volunteered to spare his learning impaired older brother would naturally get a good bit of coverage.

But tonight, it was all about Two VS Six all the way.

It was about Boris VS Chassis, the rematch of the century.

While Boudicca from Two was vicious and very open about her hatred for Six and Piston, half drugged, later on admitted that people from two 'smelled funny' the real heat of the rivalry came from the interviews of the boys. Neither showed fear and neither was ready to let their rival take the upper hand in their ongoing feud even for a second.

"Chassis thinks that he will not end up like that relative of his," Boris said with a snort. "...He's right. Chev died by poison in second place. I'll leave Chassis with his guts torn out and his chest cut wide open before we reach the final five. I give him around three days tops before his cannon fires."

He gave the camera a cold, hard stare. From his seat in the audience between Tide and Stallion it was impossible Abe to not feel worried.

"Six will never have a Victor," Boris said, cold as ice.

Abe prayed so hard that Boris was wrong about this.

"I'll take him up on that bet," Tide remarked, fishing out a few coins from her pockets. "Ten caps says that Six has a victory by the seventh Quell."

Stallion, meanwhile, just patted Abe on the back.

"If neither of mine can win then I hope one of yours does," he said with full sincerity.

Abe smiled after hearing this, though his smile was very unsteady after Chassis' interview came to an end at the halfway point of the show.

"Short and sweet, everything Boris said was bullshit," Chassis said, relaxing. "Tougher people than him have tried to hurt me and they were all driving armoured cars. Let him try, I'm ready for him. But I can't blame him for being wrong. Being an idiot runs in his family. All in the DNA on his mother's side."

"What do you mean by that, Chassis?" Caesar asked, both eager for more banter and genuinely curious.

Chassis simply smirked.

"Because Boris' mama is so dumb that she studied for a drug test by taking all of the drugs. All of them," Chassis said, giving the nearest camera a sly wink.

Boris' roar of anger could be heard from backstage and Chassis soon left to stage to plenty of applause. He'd shown no fear and certainly had a good portion of the audience on his side for the Games that loomed less than a full day away.

However, one quick glance at the seat five spots to his left told him that he certainly did not have Olga on his side. Indeed, she looked like she wanted to painfully murder Chassis herself.

Abe left the audience with the rest of the crowd after the boy from Twelve wowed everybody with his card tricks, praying that Chassis would end up better than the previous sixty children of District Six had. He even hoped that, by some fluke, Piston may have a chance as well.

Abe sat down in the mentoring room for the thirty first year in a row, bracing himself for the bloodshed that was mere minutes away. Not even ten minutes and more children would die. It was all he could do to try and hope that it would not be either of those in his care.

"Feeling ok?" Mizar asked Abe as he and Teff made their past past him to the District Nine mentoring station.

"Not even slightly," Abe replied, pouring out a cool glass of water for himself.

"That's ok. I'm not either, not even after all these years," Mizar said, sighing as he took his yearly seat. "Let's get it over with."

As the Nines began to talk via sign language to each other Abe glanced at the District Three mentoring station. Honorius sat alone, haunted to this day by Pi's suicide years ago. As always, a black sheet had been laid over the chair that she would have sat in. It was clear Honorius wasn't going to be over Pi's death for a long time.

It reminded Abe that he wasn't over the deaths of his tributes of years gone by and likely never would be.

One look at the Twos, both the way Dragon chuckled to himself and smirked at all who looked his way and how Olga sat with chilling professionalism had him looking away fast. He couldn't afford to get distracted when the tributes were seconds away from rising into the arena.

As the screens turned on as one the mentors got a perfect look at the arena... except not really. It was incredibly dark and hard to see anything for several long moments. Only after half a minute did things come into focus, the screens showing the tributes around the Cornucopia.

It was a dark coal mine.

The cameras showed plenty of shots of the mostly terrified tributes and the dark, twisty caverns of the arena. The only light was around the Cornucopia, everything else visible to the audience only by the night vision settings of the cameras. It was dark labyrinth like no other before it. The mine carts were badly rusted, the support beams at the sides of major tunnels seemed like they had a crack or two – one looked notably strained – and coal was scattered around, the scent of coal dust impossible to escape.

Abe looked at his own tributes on their pedestals. Piston shuddered and moaned from the combination of fear and withdrawal while Chassis had his fists balled and a look of steely resolve in his eyes. He glanced towards a camera in the ground close by his pedestal.

Looking Abe right in the eye, he winked.

The gong rang and Abe braced himself for the worst, desperately hoping that Chassis and Piston would survive the opening minutes unlike the vast majority of District Six tributes in history.

Despite the darkness of the mineshaft arena the area around the Cornucopia itself was basked in a gloomy sort of light, both from a few lamps build into the walls and the Cornucopia glowing a sickly sort of gold. It made it impossible to miss any of the blood, fluids and entrails of those who died in the desperate battle for supplies.

Due to how it would be impossible to see anything in the darkness without aid and how there was likely scarce vegetation and water this was one of the years where every single tribute charged into the fray. Naturally, this meant a massive bloodbath ensued with many tributes slaughtered in the opening seconds.

Around Abe several of the mentors sobbed, yelled, mumbled in horror or recoiled from what they were seeing as youths were struck down and murdered. In forty seconds six tributes were already dead and Abe was left frantically trying to locate his pair amongst the madness of the tributes who were still alive and the splatters left by the corpses of the fallen.

His heart sank and his fist tightened when he spotted Piston. The poor girl lay half dead, cowering in a pool of blood with a knife in her gut. Her suffering was ended as Boudicca bought a spear downwards into her spine.

Half of Six's chances of winning were gone, but Chassis had to be alive. He had to be! It was several terror filled moments of searching before Abe located where he was. It was a relief that he was nowhere near Boris, the powerful brute finishing off three weaker outliers beside the horn of plenty with calm, emotionless eyes.

It was considerably less of a relief to see that Chassis was struggling underneath the girl from One. From his left Abe heard Crystal saying something about her tribute, Queenie, having no sense of humour and only caring about fighting. Crystal was clearly not wrong based on the way Queenie was trying her best to scare Chassis and make him panic before death.

"Come on boy, fight her!" Abe yelled, standing up from his seat.

"Sit down Grandpa!" Dragon yelled from his own seat.

"Go take it up the ass, boy!" Abe yelled.

Dragon went quiet after that, stunned. Abe paid him no mind, staring intently at the screen and pleading for something, anything to happen to help Chassis escape. Alas, nothing happened.

Chassis didn't need help to escape. He spat a thick wad of phlegm into Queenie's eye and headbutted her a moment later, hard enough to break her nose. Despite how he looked wounded and tired Chassis wasted no time in grabbing Queenie's fallen knife and jamming it right into her heart.

Chassis ran for his life after that, limping along after the beating he had taken. With Boris closing in he'd not had any time to grab any equipment aside from a half-empty bottle of water, a pair of night vision goggles working at half-capacity and a metal bucket. He'd not even been able to grab the knife out from Queenie's corpse.

Abe could only sigh as Chassis' ran through the darkness, hissing and groaning in pain. He was alive, but it seemed like the odds were vastly out of his favour. Boris hadn't taken a scratch and remained the favourite of the audience. Ogla made a remark about the hundreds of thousands of caps she had to spend on Boris.

Abe glanced at the mere ten thousand he had for Chassis and began to brace himself for the inevitable. Chassis may have made the top ten already, fourteen innocent children laying crumpled and broken around the Cornucopia, but now the hardest part of the Games was set to begin. The other six outliers scattered off into the darkness – all of them in better condition than Chassis – while the trio of careers began to sort their supplies and gear up, tending to whatever minor wounds they had received.

Abe grimaced. Win or lose, he was Chassis' mentor and that meant he was with him until the end.

It was just over five hours since the gong had rung and the Games had started. By now the Outliers had gotten a decent distance away from the Cornucopia and the career pack were ready to start hunting them down in a demented, grisly game of hide and seek.

"This arena is pretty lame like seriously it's got to be the second ugliest arena of all because what could be worse then the quell's arena right?" Crown sighed, shaking his head. "Paige? You got so lucky with having such a delicious arena like honestly you really did."

"Oh, um... thank you Crown," Paige replied, shyly picking up a magazine of sponsor supplies to hide her face behind.

Paige soon looked back to the screen to keep track of her own tribute, a thirteen year old from one of the richer families within Eight. One of the few survivors of the carnage. Aside from her and the career pack it was just the girl from five, both from Seven, the girl from Nine, the boy from Twelve and Chassis left.

Abe paid no mind to any tributes beside his own. He watched attentively as Chassis finally stopped for a rest. After so much running and eventually slowing to power walking the youth was exhausted, slumping down to lay against the wall of the dark tunnel he was in. As he took heavy breathes he inspected his injuries, groaning when he saw the bleeding cuts across his thighs and upper left arm.

"Those are gonna scar," he said, trying to hide his pain and show off a grin for the cameras.

As Chassis got up and started to pace Olga tutted, shaking her head in dismay.

"What a poor display," Olga muttered, eyeing Chassis with contempt. "He's gonna die before Boris finds him. Just like the Macalister family to get themselves killed before a real fight begins. Cowards and traitors the lot of them."

Abe was about to tell Olga to shut up, but cut himself off as Chassis' began to speak. The cameras delighted in showing off his pain and misery for the nation to behold. He let out a yell, picking up a stone and tossing it away.

"This sucks!" Chassis yelled, finally losing his temper. "One day I'm in an awesome derby. Now I'm down a mine. This is a load of crap!"

At the word 'crap' Chassis gave a hard kick of frustration to the support beam at the edge of the mineshaft tunnel.

The support beam he kicked happened to be the one that had been under far more strain than the rest. The kick was all it took for the beam to break.

The entire mineshaft began to rumble.

"Oh crap!" Chassis yelled, scrambling to put the metal bucket on his head. "Helmet, helmet!"

As Chassis ran down the tunnel Olga let out a rare laugh, amused by the show that she was seeing play out.

"So much for that rivalry," she said, smirking. "Seems the Gamemakers have grown tired of him."

The rumbling continued, all ten of the tributes soon yelling in alarm from it. Rocks began to fall all over the place and sirens began to wail within and outside of the mentoring room. As tunnels collapsed in the arena one after another there was only one thing the mentors could say as one.

"What the fuck?!"

The cameras began to shut off one by one as the rockfall destroyed them one after another. On and on the madness continued, the deafening rumbles and roars of the broken arena presented for the entire nation to bare witness to.

Amongst the carnage everybody got a glimpse of Boris Machete being crushed like a bug under a large boulder. He died without even having the chance to leave the Cornucopia clearing. Olga screamed, a mixture of furious, heartbroken and absolutely bewildered by the freak accident she was seeing.

And then... everything was silent. The alarms kept on blaring and plenty of Capitol officials could be heard screaming and shouting in a mad panic, but the arena had gone incredibly silent.

One kick had destroyed the arena.

In the stunned, gobsmacked silence of the mentoring room Crystal groaned and slumped over as her heart began acting up again. Crown grabbed the defibrillators to help his fellow Victor, unable to tear his eyes away from the screens showing all the rubble.

Abe stared, torn between horror and absolute amazement. It seemed all but certain Chassis had died in the collapse of the mineshaft and thus bought about the thirty first loss for District Six.

But, it seemed just as certain that all of the tributes had been lost in the rubble.

It looked like there was no Victor at all.

Time ticked closer to the sixth hour of the Games, the ceilings of the mineshaft tunnels taken away as hovercrafts circled overheard, desperately trying to search for survivors. The entire staff of Gamemakers had already been sent through Orion's trusty wood chipper for this disaster, but restaffing them was the least of the Capitol's worries.

If there was no Victor then they were going to be in some serious shit.

The mentors stared at the screen, all mentors who had a tribute whose body had not been discovered yet – only Crown, Paige, Duke and Abe – hardly able to breathe. Olga, meanwhile, looked like her brain had broken. She seemed unable to comprehend the fact that the Capitol had allowed this to happen.

She seemed unable to believe her dear nephew was dead.

What remained of the broken arena was deathly silent, a far cry from the immense volume that had filled it not even a full hour ago. It was a sight that spooked even the spoiled Capitol citizens.

"So... what happens if nobody wins?" Crimson whispered to Isobel, her eyes filled with tears and her face ever so pale like always.

"...We fight," Isobel whispered back.

A few moments passed in silence, the hovercrafts unable to find any signs of a survivor. They recovered the broken body of the boy from Twelve, earning a sad sigh from Duke. Other than that, nothing. The trackers were all broken by the rockball, nobody having any idea where the tributes were, whether dead or alive.

Abe just wondered how long it might be until another tribute like Chassis came along. One who seemed to have any sort of a chance and actually escape the opening brawl.

"Look! Look, right there!" Fir yelled, rapidly pointing her arms to a certain spot on the screen to the point they blurred.

The hovercrafts noticed it as well, a searchlight quickly shining down on a pile of rubble down at what used to be the third of the forty five southern tunnels. The rocks were shifting around, as if something was trying to get out from underneath. All screen in the nations switched to a close up of the movement in the rubble.

"Please..." Abe whispered.

In an instant a figure burst out from the rubble and gasped for air. A bucket fell off their head as they wheezed, swaying around in a daze. Hurt as they were they were still very much alive.

As he stood amongst the wreckage, basked in a golden light of the hovercraft that descended to pick him up from his prison, Chassis Macalister appeared practically angelic. He may have been bruised and covered in nasty coal dust, but he stood triumphant as the sole survivor.

Abe could hardly believe his eyes at what he was seeing. The first ever Victor of District Six!

Chassis coughed out some coal dust and glanced around at the sight of complete and utter destruction that surrounded him for miles. That was when he noticed the hovercrafts and all of the cameras focused on him and him alone. Literally all of humanity awaited with baited breathes what his first words as a victor would be.

"...I didn't do it."

District Six broke out into deafening cheers of relief, sobs of joy and sweet, sweet shouts of victory. At long last, one of their children was coming home where he belonged.

The clock hit six hours exactly and the victory trumpets rang out, signalling the end of the Games. A complete and utter disaster as they were, it didn't take away the joy of the district of transportation nor of Abe himself.

If anything, it made it all the better.

Abe didn't even realise he was sobbing until Mizar pointed it out to him. He didn't care, too happy that he'd finally accomplished what he had tried to do for so long.

He had a Victor.

The Thirty First Hunger Games went down as one of the biggest disasters and national embarrassments in the history of the Hunger Games. Nothing ever managed to top the level of sheer chaos and calamity of these particular Games, not even the Second, Thirty Fourth or Sixty Sixth Games. It was, for all intents and purposes, the most awful Hunger Games in history.

Abe didn't care and Chassis certainly didn't either. It was nothing short of a divine miracle that Chassis had survived at all; the bucket had protected his skull, but even then that only mattered because when the rocks fell they had simply trapped him in an air pocket where he fell unconscious from shock. Both he and the Capitol had dodged a major bullet.

Chassis went home as a hero and a figure of legend and myth to his District, a place he'd be forever known as the boy who won the Games in six measly hours and humiliated the vile Capitol for all of humanity to see.

But one person got an even bigger cheer... Abe. Chassis credited him as a wonderful, tireless mentor and the one who had told him that spitting in the eye of an opponent was a last ditch tactic worth trying if he was out of options. That and all his other advice and care was, to Chassis, the main reason he was still alive. Abe started as a brute of the Capitol, but age and experience turned him into a kinder man who felt very much at home within Six.

The tour was about as much of a clusterfuck as could be expected, but after that life went on. Not always great – far from it in fact – but never quite so hopeless and full of pain as it was before Chassis' victory.

One month after the tour Chassis and Abe sat together, both content with life and ready for whatever the next spot of adventure may have been.

"Did you really mean it?" Abe asked. "How I was the only reason you made it home? It was all you really, kicking that support beam like you did."

"Maybe, but your advice kept me calm enough to be in a fighting state of mind and know to spit in Queenie's eyes," Chassis replied. "All you, mate."

"...Thanks Chassis," Abe said, smiling serenely. "So... ready to fuck 'em up?"

"Always!" Chassis cackled.

Chassis put his heavily customised, illegally modified and insane looking car into gear and drove into the demolition derby arena alongside his co-driver. Both laughed and cheered as they tore around the arena, crashing into other cars and having a grand time.

Six may not have won the Games often, but The Hazardous Hooligans were never ever defeated in their chaotic sport. Especially not with Abe on the team!

Katniss and Peeta smiled, both practically beaming for the briefest of moments.

"I don't know about you, but the Capitol had it all wrong," Katniss said, chuckling. "This wasn't the worst Games ever, it was the best... I mean, not great but... you know what I mean."

"I do," Peeta said assuringly. "Heroes seem to come from Twelve, but legends come from Six."

"Here, here," Katniss agreed.

The couple walked ten more steps down the street together, hand in hand. They stopped as they arrived at the thirty second face imprinted upon the side walk. A pretty looking girl with a confident, cheeky smirk and a pixie cut looked back up at them, her eyes full of fire and her nose sharp and pointing looking.

"Dollar Dettwieller," Katniss read. "District One names, I swear..."

That was Chassis, the first Victor of District Six and the 'Hunger Games speedrunner' with a time nobody ever beat. I just love a good WTF disaster and I'd say that this chapter certainly had one! A bit of a punk and a reckless guy, Chassis stays alive and now all twelve Districts finally have their own Victor. So now the question is... how many Victors will each of the Districts end up having? Time will tell. Stay tuned for more!

Stats

District 1: Peridot Gaudy (8th Games), Crystal McCree (14th Games), Bronze Marley (19th Games), Crown Martins (24th Games)

District 2: Baron Overwhill (4th Games), Runa Peace (7th Games), Olga Machete (10th Games), Rook Valiant (17th Games), Boulder Atherston (20th Games), Vercingetorix Carnby (25th Games), Dragon Batofel (27th Games)

District 3: Honorius Perthshire (5th Games), Pi Orbit (22nd Games)

District 4: Museida Selkirk (3rd Games), Mags Flanagan (11th Games), Tide Luther (23rd Games)

District 5: Shunt Gaspar (12th Games), Isobel Sparks (18th Games), Crimson Flanders (29th Games)

District 6: Chassis Macalister (31st Games)

District 7: Pliny Aransio (2nd Games), Fir Buzz (9th Games), Jack Tylos (21st Games)

District 8: Woof Casino (16th Games), Paige Murphy (30th Games)

District 9: Mizar Aldjoy (1st Games), Gwenith Rosebud (13th Games), Teff Withers (28th Games)

District 10: Stallion March (26th Games)

District 11: Bear Redfoot (15th Games)

District 12: Duke Saint-Rose (6th Games)