Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. I'm just doing this for fun, so don't sue me if I do something illegal by accident.
Thank you guys so much for reading this! I've been wanting to do a Hunger Games fanfic for a while now, so I'm super excited to write this story. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Coriolanus Snow tightened his bloodred necktie, tucked smartly into his dark blue, nearly black suit. Today was an important day. It was reaping day, and more importantly, it was reaping day in an election year. Coriolanus was considered one of the primary frontrunners, but if there was anything he'd learned from his rocky experience mentoring the 10th Hunger Games, it was to never let an advantage slip. He'd have to make sure that these Games were unforgettable.
He stepped out onto the massive stage, waving to the crowd. Appearance was everything. He had to appear happy, excited to be in their presence. A small smile should suffice. He crossed the stage to the seats where legendary Games interviewer Caesar Flickerman waited for him. Coriolanus slid into the seat across from Caesar, grinning broadly. Caesar smiled and extended his hand to shake. Coriolanus took it, as though the honor of shaking Caesar's hand was one that he'd been waiting for for years.
"So, Mr Snow," Caesar said. "It's reaping day today. How are you feeling?"
"I could not be more excited. I've dealt with the Hunger Games firsthand, and I can honestly say that I feel like these Games really do bring people together. Some may see them as massacres of innocent children, but let me remind them that we don't just massacre children. One does get to live. If we really were the cold-hearted people that the districts say we are, then we would just choose twenty-four kids and kill them all. It would certainly be a lot quicker. But I don't want to do that. I really do value the lives of our citizens. So to that end, I promise that the winner of these Games will be a public figure for the rest of his or her life. Whoever wins this month will be a part of the Capitol forever. So send in your sponsor gifts, because your choice really does matter."
The uproar at Coriolanus' words was overwhelming. Even Caesar was smiling and applauding. Snow smiled. All it took was one big promise, and the world was his. This year's Games were going to be so much fun!