Suzanne Collins owns the Hunger Games trilogy. I only own my original characters, the rest of the cubmitted original characters are owned by their respective creators.
Capitol Tribute: Dahlia Snow's POV
I finish putting on my silver metallic dress. I look into the mirror and make sure I'm looking my best for the Memorial games reapings. My jet black hair and blue eyes sparkle in my reflection, I'm ready for this. I'm planning on volunteering for the girl tribute. I want to represent the Capitol in my late grandfather's name, as I'm the only grandchild of the infamous President Snow, I must carry on his legacy. Though it is fill with evil and horror. But I can care less about my grandfather's dark legacy, I actually feel honored to be carrying it on. Sadly I'm only a fifteen year old girl and if I was President instead of that wench Paylor, the Hunger Games would continue. Because that is what I loved the most about my grandfather, he had his way of keeping those lower life forms from the Districts in line. I can't believe I'm going to face them in the newly rebuilt arena. Ever since that Mockingjay lady blew it up a year ago in the Quarter Quell. I can't remember her name but I don't care. I have to get to City Center for the reapings and my chance to volunteer.
"Come on Dahlia! Let's go!" my best friend Caligula Augustine said at the bottom of the stairs of my parents' mansion.
"Coming!" I say before grabbing the platinum rose necklace my grandfather gave to me for my tenth birthday. It was the day that he held the Hunger Games and even gave me a chance to look down at the tributes as he made the opening ceremony speech. I put it on and quickly run downstairs. Caligula and me climb into the limo waiting for us, with the Avox chauffer, holding the door open for us, and closing it when we enter. My parents can't attend the reapings. They had to work at the President's mansion, getting everything ready for the reapings today in the Capitol. I know they'll be working to ensure that the other thirteen district reapings are held. They're executive producers for the most watched news program in all of Panem. The limo starts up and drives us to the reapings, where I sit with the other fifteen year olds. I'm unlike the other children in the Capitol, I'm the least modified with tattoos, paint or a wild skin and hair color. I'm all natural baby! I don't really understand why people in the Capitol do that to themselves. It's completely unnecessary. Except for those children that need it to remove scar tissue or other injuries healed up, then I can understand why you would do it. I sit there for the reapings to start, of course then again the Head Gamemaker would be making a pre-reaping speech, and will personally pick out the Capitol boy and girl who will get involved with these pointless games. Then that will be my chance to volunteer, and take the poor sap's place as the girl tribute. And I will these Memorial Games, even if I have to carry the rest of my team on my back to do it. I'll be the one making the final shot and eliminating the final opponent. I will come back to the Capitol as a hero, and then I can become President one day because of my victory.
"Oh here comes the Head Gamemaker..." the girl sitting next to me said to her friend. I look up at him, fourteen years older than me, and he seems so familiar. I've got this sixth sense, that I get these weird vibes whenever I see someone that reminds me of someone in my past. Tim Lansing seems to make me feel like he's my older brother. Which is impossible. As my mom would have to be in her early teens to have him, and then me many years later. Besides he has different eyes and hair, and that goatee isn't something that is very Snow like. He stands up from his seat, next to his wife or fiancee or whatever, who was holding a fraternal boy and girl twin with the same hair color as their father. The eye colors vary between the two...
"We all have gathered here today... For the reapings of the first ever Memorial Games, a annully held games, that is a team based non-lethal version of the Hunger Games. A series of games that will NEVER return! The days of living in fear as innocent children are setenced to their early deaths will end today!"
I hear him make his speech. He is NOTHING like me, or anyone else in the Capitol either. He doesn't have the shrill accent that we all have. Plus he isn't as perkey as a lot of Capitol citizens are.
"The two reaped today will go on to the next stage, choosing which team they'll be on, and then the training. Then they will go into an arena that once held death itself, but no longer... The two teams will fight each other, given enough food, water and medical supplies to stay alive in the harsh outdoor arena. There they will fight each other until only one team remains in the arena. That team will be declared the winners. So now Happy Memorial Games everybody! And my the odds be ever in your favor!"
There was actually applause when he finished. It seems that everybody trusts him, but I don't... Not yet anyway... There is something about this guy that bothers me, and it all comes back to the vibes I'm receiving from him. He goes to the boy's lottery ball first, and draws a name...
"Caligula Augustine!"
I look over to the sixteen year old section. My heart skips a beat, when I realize that I may have to go up against my best friend. This doesn't bode well with me at all...
"For the girls... Sallia Farnsworth!" The girl sitting next to me slowly stands up and uses crutches to walk up to the stage. It was now or never... Especially since Sallia shouldn't be going into that arena with a broken leg. I quickly stand up to announce volunteering for Sallia.
"I volunteer! I volunteer for Sallia!" I shout as loud as I could. Tim Lansing looked right at me in a sense of relief. He didn't want to send a injured tribute into the arena either. Sallia made her way back and gave me a smile and a nod as she sat back down. I walk up to the stage and stand next to my best friend.
"And your name is..." Tim asks.
"Dahlia... Dahlia Snow... Granddaughter of former President Snow." Everyone gasped when they heard that name. Tim just smiled at me and said...
"Eager to prove yourself to your grandfather huh? I don't blame you at all. But I feel sorry you have to carry on the legacy he left behind..."
That made me SO mad! How dare this little whelp talk about my grandfather in such a way? He even said that felt sorry for me! FOR ME! What I wouldn't give to smack that stupid grin off his face. I will make him pay when I win the entire games. I swear it...
Capitol Tribute: Caligula Augustine's POV
I reach the door to the Snow Estate, but the butler opens it for me. I think him and walk inside. I stand waiting for Dahlia to come down, we're going to be late if she doesn't hurry up. I decide yelling from the bottom of the main stairway would get her to move a bit faster.
"Come on Dahlia! Let's go!" I cry out and then check my all gold suit with purple and jewel encrusted tie. Everything was okay, but why am I so nervous to see her. We're only best friends, but I'm starting to feel that she is more than my best friend. I feel that I actualy love her more than a friend, but then again things like this do actually happen. Best friends starting to fall in love with each other.
Dahlia finally comes down the stairs, and she is beautiful... She looks like a Goddess decending from Heaven. We both leave the mansion and get into a limo, being driven by a Avox. I've never met an Avox before. So this is the first time seeing one. I know that I can't talk to them. Since they can't talk back and they can only take orders. We arrive at the City Center, where the reapings are going to take place, and I go to the sixteen year old section, and sit down. Waiting patiently for the opening speech to be made. I didn't have to wait long either, as some of the important people involved with these games walk out onto the makeshift stage. The Head Gamemaker and his possible wife and his children sit in the center. He gets up and makes his speech. Saying that there will no longer be innocent children being sent to their deaths.
And I actually believe him. I've known his family from my parents' co-workers in the Presidental mansion. They've been Snow's aids for years, and the Lansing family is still aids to the new President. After he finishes his speech he announces that he will pick the boy tribute first.
"Caligula Augustine!" he announces. It's me... I'm the first Capitol tribute and one of the first tributes in the Memorial Games. I get up and walk onto the stage. I stand beside the podium... Honored to be among the first two Capitol tributes, but if this was the Hunger Games, then I would be in a state of shock right now. I'm so glad the Memorial games is non lethal. Because I didn't want to try to train just to fight to the death in three days. Then Mr. Lansing drew a name out of the girl's ball and read it at the podium.
"Sallia Farnsworth!"
I look at the girl who was sitting next to Dahlia, and I saw her come up on crutches, as she had a broken leg. This is not good. Not good at all. My partner wouldn't last long while with that broken leg. But then I see Dahlia stand up and immediately declare...
"I volunteer! I volunteer for Sallia!" she cries out. Then I have a sense of relief and Mr. Lansing does too. It's obvious he didn't want her going into that arena with the broken leg either. Especially if she falls into a river, she wouldn't be able to swim to the river bank. But what do I know about the outdoor arena? I notice Mr. Lansing talking to Dahlia, and saying that he feels sorry for her for having to carry on such a horrible legacy. I get nervous, Dahlia actually enjoys carrying on the legacy of her grandfather. What Mr. Lansing just said, had crossed the line with her. She's now angry, but she shakes it off and shakes my hand, after Mr. Lansing reads on the new Treaty, the Treaty of Peace. We were told to go into the presidental mansion, and that our parents would be notified to bring us some old clothes for the Games. I actually get excited when we step into the mansion. I'm excited that I get to enter the arena, and hopefully help my team to victory. I know that is what Dahlia plans to do.
Tim Lansing's POV
I finish up with the reapings and I leave the stage with my children and fiancee. I've got a weird feeling when I met Dahlia. I couldn't put my finger on it. It's almost as if we've got some kind of connection, like the rumored connections that sibilings share. Nah... It can't be true. It's just a feeling, maybe because she's Snow's granddaughter, yeah that's it... It's all because she's Snow's granddaughter. It must also because I've hated that bastard so much. He nearly took everything that I ever loved away from me. But luckily he spared my family, my children and fiancee when I ran away from the Capitol.
I've asked who would be able to go to the districts and to do the reapings in place of the people who normally does it. So far all of the Gamemakers volunteered. So I split them all up and sent them on their way two days before. However Katniss didn't want to go to District 12, it was Effie's job to do the reapings there, and who was I to argue about someone who has become sympathetic towards the now rebuilding district, but Katniss did go to Dsitrict 13 though. So I shouldn't complain...
The guns teleporter system finally has majority of the bugs worked out. No longer is Dave landing himself naked into another part of the lab. But he now has his underwear with burned holes in it. It'll have to do now. It's too late to finish working the last of the bugs out of the system. And we already had to get them all out of the lab and into preparation for the Cornucopia, where the weapons, food, water and medical supplies will be gathered for the tributes to take before they are to go out into the arena in teams and find a camp for them all to stay in, or at least pair up before going out there. I've had normal animals and even various plants, some edible and some not, released into that arena. And the animals I've chosen are from temporate climates, like ones found in District 12 and other northern districts, inculding District 13. We go inside the presidental mansion, and I go to my office, while my family goes and visits the tributes. It was Melody's idea, she wanted to congradulate the first ever Capitol tributes ever, and the first ever Memorial Games tributes. I sit at my desk, looking over the order to distribute weapons for the tributes defense against vicious wild animals inside the arena, and for hunting. There were two boxes one for my signature. One was to veto the order, and the other was to sign it into law. I grabbed a stylus pen and signed my name within the passing box. It is now official, if needed, the tributes will learn to use weapons to defend themselves against wild animals, and not each other. I can only hope they listen to directions very well, especially that Dahlia Snow. I'm lost in thought, when my office phone rings. I pick up the wireless receiver and hold the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I say, a distorted voice is heard on the other end.
"Do you honestly believe you can even consider these gemas as a replacement for the Hunger Games?" came the distorted voice.
"Who are you?"
"You'll find out eventually Mr. Lansing... But more importantly... You better watch the games more closely. Wouldn't want the tributes to get themselves hurt by a stolen mutt."
"It was you that stole them!"
"Yes... But I have my own reasons for doing so. Mainly because I want to turn these Memorial games into the 76th Hunger Games. Not even you will stop me from hurting those children... Nobody can stop me... But I will spare them if they kill each other with the weapons you just agreed to using against wild animals."
How did he know about that? I thought... I knew that the order would be sent back to it's sender with my signature, but how did he get a copy of it for himself, if whoever I'm talking to is a guy.
"Keep doing your usual Mr. Lansing and then watch when I take over the games, but don't even think about growing a brain! I'll know about it, as it will be televised for all to see. They'll wonder why their Head Gamemaker is inside the arena by himself, but I'll know why you're there... Don't even think about it... Because the consequences will be severe... Goodbye. Oh and by the way there is something you should know about Dahlia and yourself... Just ask Dr. Monroe... I'm sure he'll tell you sooner or later."
I slam the phone back onto it's rest. I'm angry, I'm upset, I'm crying... I don't want any of them to get hurt or worse... Whoever this person is, is a terrorist. And I don't negotiate with terrorists. Nor do I want them to have their way... When it comes to that point, I'll do what the person warned me against doing. I'll enter that arena and I will hunt down every mutt released in that arena. I'll protect as many of the tributes as I can. I vow to never let any harm come to them. But I have to wonder what he meant by talk to Monroe about Dahlia and I. I got up and went to find my fiancee, to tell her I was going to the Genetics Building. After that I went to see Monroe on my connection with Dahlia Snow.
I managed to see Monroe, he wasn't really busy or anything. But he was in his office when I entered. He offered me a seat and I told him of the situation.
"A connection between you and Dahlia Snow, huh?" Monroe said. "I suppose it was only a matter of time before that came up, but here is all I'm going to tell you... Fourteen years ago, weeks before you were born, President Snow ordered two protocols to be put into service for him. I was assigned to the project as head reseracher, and for fourteen years I had to witness my fellow workers and even myself play God. It wasn't until after the 74th Hunger Games that the project was immediately shut down for good. Much to my happiness of course. I didn't like the project... The Lazarus-Genesis Project, which incorporated the Lazarus Protocols to being someone back from the dead, and the Genesis Protocols to make a mutt out of two different kinds of DNA. I only know that the Genesis Protocols were implemented to create the wolf mutts that killed Cato of District 2 two years ago. As for your connection with Dahlia, well let's just say you were involed in the project, but different protocols were implemented for you... I'm sorry that's all I can really say to you about the project. Most of it is still under wraps or forgotten."
I thank Monroe and leave his office. It was a total waste of time to get information from him, but he did give me some food for thought. Now I'll have to figure it all out myself...
Author's Comment: This all I'm doing right now. Here is a list of tributes that I have so far, and I still need a lot more before I can continue. So please submit one or more characters. It'll help me out a lot if I have every spot filled. I'm not even going to set a deadline either. Because I don't see the point of it.
District 1 boy:
District 1 girl: Elena Goldsack
District 2 boy:
District 2 girl: Livia Drusus
District 3 boy:
District 3 girl:
District 4 boy:
District 4 girl: Pearl Beltrame
District 5 boy:
District 5 girl:
District 6 boy:
District 6 girl:
District 7 boy:
District 7 girl: Mimosa "Mimi" Madrone
District 8 boy:
District 8 girl:
District 9 boy: Corey Dammerson
District 9 girl:
District 10 boy:
District 10 girl:
District 11 boy:
District 11 girl: Riri Lorento
District 12 boy: Azrael Lupine
District 12 girl: August "Sunshine" Kristile
District 13 boy:
District 13 girl:
Capitol boy: Caligula Augustine
Capitol girl: Dahlia Snow