Hello my lovely readers! It's been such a long time since I last wrote something, but I decided I wanted to write another SYOT! I'm super excited about what I've planned for the story before the games start and maybe some fun twists for the games itself! I'll include all of the submission info below after the end of the prologue as well as on my profile. I hope that you all like it and hopefully want to find out what happens next!

- Livi (Don't worry, we'll talk again at the end of the prologue too)

Before the End

President Alma Coin

76 ATT

Alma could admit, waking up to a blaring alarm every morning wasn't her favorite, but it kept her on schedule. Once she turned off her alarm, she sat up out of bed and stood up onto the cool concrete floor. Her morning routine was the same every day, so she knew what to do without even thinking. Brush teeth, wash her face, brush her hair, and then pull on the clothes laid out on her dresser. She was all about routines and schedules. After all, she was the one who implemented the schedule printing system for all of the inhabitants of Thirteen.

Almost every day, Alma had a jam-packed schedule, but today wasn't busy for her at all. She only had two meetings and then she was free for the rest of the day. It was a nice break from the usually chaotic meeting packed days that she was accustomed to. However, Alma also knew that the interlude was due to the fact that Thirteen's military had finally gotten all of the districts and the capitol in check.

Taking advantage of her free time before her first meeting of the day, she headed up to the mess to grab something for breakfast.

Today's wonderfully dry breakfast was a tasteless bar of who knows what. It was normal for Thirteen to have little to no fresh food, and Alma was perfectly fine with it. Sometimes though, she wished that she could have just a slice of fresh fruit. She remembers it so fondly from her childhood and recalls how deliciously refreshing it was to bite into a piece of juicy, fresh fruit.

Alma moved along in the line and took her tray of rations for breakfast with a smile. She always made sure she was polite to all of her workers. Alma knew how hard it was to work a job like that. It was where she started out. Working in the cafeteria handing out trays was her first job in Thirteen and she definitely didn't miss it.

There were some days when she just about couldn't handle it when person after person was rude to her for completely no reason. Once Alma had grown in rank and had some say in the community, she made sure that nobody was ever rude to the citizens with lower ranked jobs again.

After all, everyone in Thirteen was still a person, no matter their rank or wealth. Although some higher up tended to lose their heads in all the power and money they gained when they were promoted. She disliked that sort of people, because the only things they agree to are things that will benefit them in a way.

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts of unfair advantages in rank, Alma walked next to a row of tables and sat down in a small plastic seat at an unoccupied table. She would eventually be joined by some of her officers, but now was a time to enjoy her breakfast without the need to converse with someone as soon as she set her meal down.

Alma understood that they always needed to discuss something important with her, but it was exhausting for her to constantly speak with someone who was asking for her approval on every little detail for something.

Today was different though. There were no people walking up to her table, and she finally had the opportunity to eat her breakfast in peace for the first time in years.

She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes with a smile as she recalled her plans for later that day. The only people who knew about this particular event were her and a handful of her highest ranked officers.

It would be a surprise for most, Alma determined. The citizens of Thirteen would most definitely not be prepared for what would happen this afternoon.

After she swallowed the last crumbs of her ration bar, she stood up and grabbed her tray while making her way towards the counter designated for turning in dishes. She set it on the metal surface with a smile and turned towards one of the large exit doors.

Alma made her way through the doorway, only pausing to offer supportive smiles at her people as they passed her with a greeting. She truly enjoyed how she was liked by all of her citizens, and it made her glad that she had worked hard for this kind of support.

Her footsteps clapped against the floor with every step, making Alma's presence known to all within hearing distance. She was on her way to her private office, where she would remain for most of today's planned events. Afterwards, she would need to be out in the common areas of Thirteen, performing the tasks she needed to do as a leader.

Upon reaching her office door, its chrome and charcoal color familiar after a couple years of use, she unlocked it with a press of her finger on the keypad. She swiftly opened it and walked inside.

Alma kept her office neat. It was just one more thing in life she had complete control of from the beginning. Each item had its own specific place, and if it was removed for use, it was put back as soon as its task was completed. Her system had worked for several years, so there was no sense in making any alterations to it.

She walked behind her desk and pulled out her chair to take a seat. Alma knew that her plan was basically foolproof at this point, but she just wanted to double check it (for the fifteenth time this week). Her computer blinked on after a couple of seconds and she quickly logged in to her profile. It just took a couple of clicks from her mouse to pull up her plan. It had taken quite a bit of effort, but after her final glance at it, she knew that it was time to implement her event of the week.

Standing up, Alma took the time to reach for her communicuff and sent a quick message to her most trusted officer. He would be executing part of the plan, and she would finish the other part of it. It would only be a matter of time before all of the attention was on her. A pinging noise startled her from her calm demeanor. It was her communicuff again, this time, the message she had received was a critical component of her masterful plan.

Alma tapped a button and a video instantly projected itself out of the cuff. It was the final version of the footage that would soon play on all screens within the District. The sight of it would most likely cause a multitude of alarm, which Alma would need to solve with her excellent speaking skills and the exaggeration of some minor things.

The only people who had actually seen the video were sworn to secrecy, and many citizens didn't even realize what had happened that day. The day in question was the day that the Mockingjay had executed the former President Snow.

She had done her job well, but Alma had done hers better. She made sure that it seemed that all was well on execution day, but there was a different story behind the scenes.

Alma knew that eventually, Katniss Everdeen would cease to trust her and try to prove to the rest of Thirteen that she was not a good leader. The citizens trusted their precious Mockingjay more than ever, and Alma was beginning to fade out of the limelight. It was more than possible that the Everdeen girl could succeed at leading an uprisal against her, and Alma didn't want to take any chances whatsoever.

In order to keep her plan private, Alma had used funds from her own private account to pay off a certain group of non-supporters. She had kept her own identity anonymous so that the group she paid wouldn't refuse or try to expose her plan to the entire nation. The job she assigned to them after they agreed was fairly simple. Break through the crowd after the execution and give the Mockingjay at least a few life threatening injuries. If she survived past that day, either make it look like someone killed her while she was recovering or make it seem like she eventually succumbed to her injuries.

Katniss Everdeen was very tough, Alma would indeed give her that. Despite having several broken bones and being shot in the chest, she was still kicking. Alma's intention, however, was to make sure that it wasn't for much longer. Perhaps it was time to take a visit to the Mockingjay and make sure that she would never again spread her wings and sing her songs.

Luckily for Alma, the medical ward was only a floor below her office, so it wouldn't take very long to get where she wanted to go. Even though it was a relatively quick trip in the elevator, Alma's heart was beating a rhythm through her chest.

She knew the importance of what was to happen here in the medical ward on this day. If something were to go wrong, her career would be ruined and she would most likely be executed for treason. Secrecy was of utmost importance to her plan, and she would not allow anything bad to come upon her because of a careless mistake by the part of her hired accomplices.

The lift dinged upon her arrival to the floor containing the medical ward, and she stepped out after the doors opened. It wasn't abnormal that she would come to visit the medical ward during the day, but there were always some people that she had to look out for because they draw all the attention to her when they see her. Attention was the last thing she needed for what she was about to do.

From the area containing the elevators, Alma walked down the hall towards a familiar door. She pressed her finger on a keypad near the door and pulled it open as the light flashed green. Now all she had to do was find Ms. Everdeen without causing a disturbance.

Luckily for Alma, the beds in the section of the ward the Mockingjay was in were unoccupied and there weren't any nurses there checking on patients either. For now, it was just her and Katniss Everdeen.

According to the update that Alma had received most recently, she was still very injured and they had sedated her to speed up the healing process. As she approached the Everdeen girl's bed, Alma noticed that she was hooked up to a multitude of machines and she appeared to be sleeping calmly despite all that had happened.

It would be easy to quickly kill her like this. Slip a lethal chemical in her IV line and claim she died from her injuries or had a bad reaction to a drug. No tox screen would be needed and nobody would suspect foul play.

Alma did remember one thing when the girl was rescued from the arena: she was allergic to a common pain medication. It would be easy enough to slip it into her system and it would break the hearts of many when they found out she died in a way that could have been prevented. Just a simple little accident, that's all.

Easily enough, she found a syringe of the medication and left it on a tray next to the hospital bed. Eventually a nurse would assume that she needed the dose and give it to her, unknowingly doing Alma's job for her. It would be best if there was no evidence putting Alma anywhere near the medical ward when the Mockingjay did indeed pass.

She gave the slumbering girl a smile for the last time as she said her final farewell.

"Thank you for everything you have done Ms. Everdeen. You've been very useful."

The Assassin

77 ATT

Alma Coin was a rather unusual target, she would say. All of her previous missions involved those with a specific schedule who insisted on boatloads of security to go anywhere, even the bathroom. Coin had no bodyguards and she insisted on the fact. It was as if she trusted all those who lived within the bunker that made up the remains of District 13.

She could indeed confirm that the notion had been a complete mistake. All it took to switch someone's side in a war was a piece of good evidence. She happened to have several pieces that could oust the mighty President Coin once and for all. You see, they were secrets that Alma Coin would kill to hide. And she had killed to hide them before, she had seen it with her own eyes.

Coin might think that nobody alive knew her secret anymore, but she was deathly wrong. Her future assassin knew her little collection of secrets, and she planned to kill her and all of her supporters for them. After all, she deserved it for what she had done to the people and how she had lied to them for all of this time.

There were a select few outside of the district who knew the assassin's plan, and they were the ones who had given her the idea and the supplies. It had been easy to follow directions to assemble the weapon, and now she was ready for vengeance.

She already knew of a spot to plant it, thanks to the girl who had started it all, Katniss Everdeen. She had pointed out all of her favorite hiding spots, including a supply closet full of drawing materials that hardly anyone knew about.

She smiled at the other citizens as she passed, her heart secretly full of loathing for supporting such a horrible dictator like Coin. It didn't matter about the lies, they were terrible and it was obvious that they were made up, it mattered because they fully supported her no matter what she said.

It only took a few minutes to reach her destination and it took even less to set up her little surprise. Now all she had to do was click two little buttons: one to arm and the other to set it off. She was ready to die, it didn't matter if she lived or died. She was tired of living in a world full of dictators abusing their power like Snow and Coin.

With her friends ready and counting on her, she was ready for their world. One with the Hunger Games because there was a real reason to continue them: they could bring Panem together, or they could tear it apart. After this burst of thought, she was ready. She pressed each button, seconds in between, and closed her eyes as the world erupted in flames and screams drowned out the sound of screeching metal as District 13 was finally no more.

Well, that was certainly an eventful chapter! I sincerely hope that you guys enjoyed it and you like my rather creative deviation from the canon story line. Honestly I'm just proud of myself for writing this much.

I also wanted to add to the worldbuilding that 12 is still destroyed from the Capitol's attack and 13 is now destroyed, so there will only be 11 districts in this year's Hunger Games. The assassin was from a group of rebels that supported the Capitol and was majorly made up of members from Career districts, so they will support and continue the Hunger Games for years to come after the destruction of 13 and the assassination of President Coin.

And with this, here are the rules for submitting to this particular SYOT:

-Each person can submit up to 3 tributes (If you submit 3, at least 1 will most likely be a Bloodbath tribute)

-First come, first serve with reservations and submissions (reservations last 10 days and can be extended by 3 days twice)

-Please try to come up with a variety of tributes if you have multiple submissions

-Please be considerate of the fact there might be some little aspects of tributes that I might change after they are submitted (probably not, but just in case)

That's it for our rules, and I hope you guys will consider submitting a tribute or two! Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your (and your tribute's) favor!

(Also, if you have any writing tips, I would love to hear them! I am wanting to get better and would love to hear some of your opinions!)