I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. THIS WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER BEFORE THE REAPING. ALSO, SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED EXCEPT TO THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY RESERVED SPOTS. AND TO THE GUESTS WHO KEEP FLAMING ME, KISS MY ASS. THERE ARE PLENTY OF PEOPLE WHO SUPPORT THIS STORY, SO WHAT YOU TROLLS THINK DOES NOT MATTER.

FACE CLAIM

PRESIDENT CELESTIA SNOW- RACHEL SKARSTEN

HEAD GAME MAKER AMETHYST LOWBREATH- MAYIM BIALIK

Presidential Palace. The Capitol, Panem. A week later.

After their father announced that he was turning the Hunger Games into a personal competition between his twin sons, Aries had secured a personal meeting not only with the president of Panem, but also with the head game maker herself. Capricorn had met President Snow a few times before. She had proven herself to be cold, but polite. Prim and proper, but intimidating. It had been whispered at many parties that Celestia was the spitting image of her grandfather: Coriolanus Snow; who had also served as Panem's president during the Mockingjay rebellion.

While Celestia had regularly pulled high approval ratings, the legacy that her grandfather had left behind was mixed at best. While he had been applauded for crushing the mockingjay rebellion, he was also accused of jump starting it for using the 3rd quarter quell to punish his most hated enemy: 74th Hunger Games victor Katniss Everdeen. Luckily, Celestia managed to usually achieve high approval ratings during her so far during her 13 years in office.

As the Steelpath men walked into the President's office, they were greeted by the sight of President Snow in her favorite light blue dress suit. Seated at her desk was another woman who no one of the men recognized.

"Mr. Steelpath, a pleasure as always." President Snow said with a cold smile as she held out her hand for the Steelpath patriarch to kiss; which he did.

"Madame president, May I introduce my son, Leo." Aries said as Celestia shook hands with the older boy. "And my other son, Capricorn."

"Madame President." The boys said one after the other with respect.

"Please be seated gentlemen." The president of Panem demanded before turning to the other woman. "I would like you to meet our newest game maker: Amethyst Lowbreath."

"Pleasure." Mr. Steelpath said as they all shook hands.

"I'm excited to show all of Panem that I can be an improvement over my predecessor." Miss Lowbreath said eagerly. The rumor around the capital was that the previous game maker had been caught having sexual relations with a tribute and had been quietly executed.

"I'm certain you shall be." President Snow said; partly in optimism, but partly in intimidation.

"So, President Snow has told me that you have a family wager going on with the upcoming games?" Amethyst said with curiosity.

"Yeah, father said..." Cap started to say before he was cuffed on the back of the head by his old man.

"You will speak when spoken to, boy." His father growled as he turned to address the head game maker. "Yes...in order to placate my wife, who for some reason thinks this foolish boy is worthy of running my business, I have to have my sons compete to see who will succeed me; even though Leo here is obviously the most qualified. Cap tried to hide the physical and emotional pain his father doled out while Leo beamed with pride.

"Anyway, I've spoken with the handlers and mentors for the tributes. Your sons will be granted unlimited access to the tributes that they are sponsoring; once they have made their selection." The head game maker continued. "You will he involved in their training, their public image, etc. once the games start and they are in the arena, you will be able to send them gifts, but that is all you can do. You can't win these games for them."

"My boys are perfectly aware of what is expected of them and I assure you that they will not overstep their bounds in anyway." Aries promised as he looked towards his youngest son. "Get out, I have personal business with your brother." Cap looked dejected, but did as his father commanded and exited the presidential office.

"Now, madame President, head game maker, this whole contest is for appearance's sake only. I have no intention of having that weakling touch my company!" Mr. Steelpath said, surprising everyone; Leo most of all.

"What do you mean father?" Leo asked curiously.

"What I mean is that you, my son, will be allowed to sponsor as many tributes as you want." His father explained. "Naturally, we need to keep this knowledge on a need to know basis. Your mother can make my life fucking miserable when she wants to."

"You would rig the Hunger Games, just to screw over my dumb ass brother and make me your successor?" Leo asked in joyous amazement.

"I would burn down all 11 districts themselves to keep my company from going belly up and that is what will surely happen if Capricorn ever got his hands on it." Aries replied.

"What are your feelings on this, madame President, head game maker?" Leo asked, gauging their reactions to his blatant disregard for the rules.

"Your father has faithfully supplied the weapons for the Hunger Games for most of his life. Whatever he feels is best for his company, I will allow to ensure the survival of the games. If the games die, Panem dies. President Snow insisted without missing a beat.

"I agree with the president. Panem could not withstand the loss of the Hunger Games or the family that makes them possible; year in and year out." Head game maker Lowbreath added, following her leader's lead.

"Well then...I can assure you all that I will make this particular Hunger Games one for the books." Leo said with a devilish smirk as he savored the thought of his lame ass brother being embarrassed in front of the entirety of Panem.

THE SOONER THAT I GET ALL THE TRIBUTES, THE SOONER THE STORY GET GET GOING. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.