Hello, and this is the first chapter! I'm so excited about this fanfic, I've been planning it and I've come up with some devastating plot twists.
Anyway, I just thought that I'd mention this. Each chapter, including the prologue, is named after a song, so try to guess what song, with the artist, each chapter is named after.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Hunger Games, why would I be writing fanfiction about it?
Iggy still wasn't used to it. Used to seeing. He'd been blind ever since the scientists operated on him as a young child. Iggy was overjoyed to have his sight back, but he was still getting his bearings. But even though they gave him his sight back, Iggy was still suspicious. At least they didn't take his wings.
Two days ago, he had fallen asleep in the shelter that the Flock had been living in. When he woke up the next morning, he was in this strange place called the Capitol. Most of the Flock had been left behind, but Max was also taken.
Iggy was currently sitting in the one of the bedrooms of the penthouse of a luxurious building in the Capitol. Him and Max were living there along with a possibly insane woman named Katerina, who claimed to be their "escort" and "mentor".
The subject of escape had come up more than once in their conversations. But, once they tried to scope out the penthouse for possible exits, they had discovered that they were all blocked by guards. Max had tried to fight her way through them, but there were too many for her to take. She had been thrown back into the penthouse with great force.
"Iggy?" He turned to see Max enter the room and lean against the wall. Her dirty blonde hair was tied in a loose ponytail and all of the scars she'd had from various battles had been removed by their "stylists". "What do you think is going on?"
Iggy chuckled. "Why don't you tell me? After all, you were the one destined to save the world."
Max shook her head and scoffed, "I never said saving the world was easy." She stopped leaning against the wall and sat in an odd-looking chair in a corner of the room. "What do you think Katerina meant when she said that there was a parade tonight?"
Iggy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it's a celebration or something."
"You're correct!" Katerina rushed into the room, her long brown hair a mess. "There's going to be a wonderful parade and you two will be in it!"
"What do you mean?" Iggy asked.
"The parade for the tributes, of course!"
Max stood up. "Tributes? For what?"
Katerina looked as if she was about to ramble, but then she saw the time on the clock in one of the walls of the room. "Good heavens, we have to get down to the prep room! It's almost time for the parade!" Then she turned and darted out of the room with a call of, "It'll all be explained during the parade! Now follow me!"
Max and Iggy shared a glance, then followed Katerina.
Iggy was barely conscious, his head throbbing terribly. Bandages covered his scalp and face and his red hair was damp with blood from the operation. He was lying on an operating table, limbs splayed out. IV tubes protruded his pale white skin at the points where his veins were.
Suddenly a doctor stepped into the room. "Iggy, how do you feel?"
"My head hurts. What did you do to me?" His voice was sour.
The doctor smiled. "Let me remove your bandages and you can see for yourself."
A few minutes later, the bandages had been cut off of Iggy's head. His eyes were closed and when the doctor told him to open them, he replied, "Why? Either way, all I see is blackness."
"Just open your eyes anyway."
Curious as to why the doctor was so insistent on him opening his eyes, he did. His eyes were their normal icy blue, but there was a big difference, or at least from Iggy's perspective. "I can see! I can see!"
Iggy shook the memory from his mind as he walked up to his stylists. They looked to be elderly, but they were covered in so much makeup and hair dye that Iggy couldn't tell.
"We're going to make you over so you'll be presentable," one of them, an overly skinny woman, spoke.
"You have to look good, it'll help you get sponsors!" The other, a plump man with blue hair said.
After an hour of being made over, Iggy looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a white tuxedo and a black bowtie. His wings protruded from the back of his tux. All of his blemishes and flaws seemed to have disappeared.
Max looked the same. She wearing a white dress with a feathery black bottom. She was wearing a fluffy black scarf, which she was obviously bothered by.
Katerina stepped up to them, her crooked smile in place. "You two look absolutely beautiful! Now go and show the world your beautiful selves!"
Iggy and Max were guided to a room where the only object was a white and black chariot attached to a set of black horses. They exchanged a glance of confusion before doing as they were told and stepping onto the chariot.
Almost as soon as they stepped onto the chariot, it jarred forward, making them stumble. Part of the wall slid open in front of them, and they gasped as they were embroiled in the scene outside of the building.
They were traveling on wide path in a stadium filled with tens of thousands of people. They were dressed in extravagant clothing and they were all staring at them. Iggy squirmed slightly under the gazes of all those around him.
"Look." Max pointed to the area where the path spread to an open area. Sitting there were eleven more chariots, each holding two people. Upon moving closer, Iggy gasped. Sitting in another chariot were Ari, Max's wolf-human-hybrid brother who was presumed dead, and Dr. Gunther-Hagen, a scientist that had done experiments on them.
As they pulled up to the rest of the chariots, the stadium fell to a hush. Iggy looked up to see the reason why. Standing on a balcony was a man surrounded by a multitude of guards. Iggy thought, He must be their leader.
"Hello, all of Panem! I am President Wolfe!" The man spoke. There were a few cheers. "May I welcome you to the opening ceremony of the 1st annual Hunger Games in thirty years!" Iggy frowned. What were the Hunger Games? "I bet that our tributes are wondering why they are here. It is time for some explanations.
"Long ago, my great-grandfather, President Coriolanus Snow, promised me that I would lead Panem. So, after years without proper government, I have assumed control of this nation. And, to follow my great-grandfather's footsteps, I am hosting a Hunger Games.
"Some of you ask, 'Why not use tributes from the Districts?' Well, I want to make it clear that I am the most powerful leader that Panem has ever known and will forever know. So I have not collected tributes from the Districts. I have collected tributes from other worlds." A magnitude of gasps erupted from the crowd.
Wolfe continued, "There are tributes from six different worlds, four tributes from each. There are tributes from a land where countries are represented as people, a mystical island of misfortune and odd circumstances, a world where people train monsters to fight, a world where cats form clans to survive, a world where the DNA of people and animals are crossed to form mutants," –I think he might have been talking about my world there- "and a world where people can see the activities of other worlds through movies and books, though they view it as fiction.
"I bet the tributes are wondering what a Hunger Games actually is. The Hunger Games," Wolfe paused, taking a moment to grin sinisterly, "is a fight to the death on live television."
Iggy's mouth dropped. It seemed that if he wanted to survive, he would have to keep his eyes open.
And that is the second chapter! Please review!
~Haymitch-The-Hobo