Author's Note: I can't really "start" the story until I get all the characters AND I finish 99th Games (it only has one chapter left and I'm almost done with it), so tell all the great people you know to create a character :3
I just created a small chapter, but sponsor points still won't count until "Welcome to My Life."
Finn Yang walked down the main hall of the Training Center, a wide grin on his face and a very important file in his hand. Capitolites who came across his path stopped to watch him walk by, happier than they had ever seen any victor before.
Finn was the victor of the 80th Hunger Games, and had won by slaughtering over half of the tributes (with a little help from the Careers, who he then backstabbed) at the bloodbath. Only three other tributes had survived: the massive boy from District 2, Brock Challan, the girl from District 5, Gaemia Pire, and the boy from District 11, Wheater Illis.
Wheater and Gaemia suffered quick deaths from the hands of Finn, who then almost died himself when facing Brock. Brock died, but not before he shattered Finn's arm on a nearby rock.
Finn's arm was repaired by the Capitol, and now he served the Capitol as a messenger for the President. He also had the record in the Capitol's book for the best tribute that ever lived.
Finn bet that raised the confidence of other victors.
Finn strutted into the office of Fulcher Morris, the head Gamemaker for the 100th Hunger Games. Fulcher looked surprised to see him, but all Finn had to do was slam the folder down on Fulcher's desk. As Finn prepared to leave, the Head Gamemaker spoke up.
"What's this?" He asked. Finn smiled, turning around to face him.
"These are orders from Annabelle Snow to change whatever wimpy layout you have for the current Games to this." Fulcher frowned, picking up the folder and flipping through the files. His smile dropped.
"What in the good Lord is this? My people could get killed just setting up this thing! And what is this about District 13?" Finn put his hands on the Gamemaker's desk and leaned forwards.
"You will build this arena on the grounds of The New. You will add these deadly traps to the arena, and you will kill anyone you find living there. Understand?" Fulcher gulped.
"Um, yes…sir."
"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for dinner."
"It's 2 PM."
"Exactly." Finn smiled, taking his hands off of the desk and spinning around, walking straight back out the door from which he came. He stopped right outside.
"And if you value your life, you will tell nobody but your team about this." And with that, Finn turned the corner and was gone from Fulcher's field of vision.
Hands shaking, Fulcher flipped open the folder's cover once again. He read the instructions on the first page and then scanned the documents. As he read, his face fell further and further.
Author's Note: Just so you know, the next chapter will be around 5-6 times longer than this. This is just a (very) short intro to get us started. Hopefully I'll be able to get all the characters soon
See ya later!