Get Ready To Lie
Okay, so it's another of those hunger games return after Mockingjay fics- BUT- hold on, I think is this pretty original. I've planned everything (in detail, about a hundred times); and it's unpredictable story-line to how it all happened to suddenly lead to the games being back, and what has happened afterwards. This story kicks off with the announcement of the betrayal and the main story starts on chapter two; which continues towards the 87th Hunger Games- being continued from the 83rd Games instead of from the 76th for reasons which will be explained within the literal story...
Many of the characters (who managed to survive Mockingjay) will be involved with this story, but the main characters will be focused on the tributes of the 87th Games... for this fan-fiction, anyways. Not completely sure if there will be a sequel, but if so, then the previous characters (from Mockingjay) would be involved as main characters through that story, instead of in the background, like in this one. I already have the first four chapters written- and I know where the story is going for a few chapters. If your looking for a fan-fiction that has been highly focused on, has an unpredictable plot line that will shock you, humour, action and detail... Hopefully, this is it... You'd have to let me know in a review!
Why did I put Chapter One and Prologue in the title? Well, because this chapter is sort of like how google defines prologue if you type in 'prologue define'; "A separate introductory section of a literary or musical work." It is an introduction to the 'theme' of this story... and it's the shortest chapter I've written so far, for this fanfiction. However, despite the fact that I've labelled it 'prologue', it's still chapter one, because if I write Chapter One as the next chapter, it'd be confusing because fanfiction already labels the chapters in order. So the next chapter will be chapter two.
Any questions, please ask in a review and I'll gladly answer them!
Chapter One: Prologue
5 years ago
Despite it all- despite the darkness creeping from the boy's feet to his head- he understood the fact that life continues on; even though his father's hadn't. Being young doesn't matter, the eleven year old managed to convince himself. He's only a child, but with his emotions finally overwhelming him, he's already made up his mind...
Life actually seemed more like a speed-fast forward after his father passed away, unlike a dead stand-still. Everybody else seems more alert... and alive. Rumours. And most importantly; gossip.
His father was a guard. A high-up guard... A caring man. Who fortunately brought the blond to the Capitol. As it turns out, his 'medium-light-ash-fair-hair' would fit perfectly in their world. The boy didn't understand it then; his hair is natural- and it looks like it's dirty, sometimes. But it doesn't matter now- like it didn't matter then. So what's changed?
The Capitol and it's citizens are now his target. He's lived there for a while, though every now and again he would return to the districts with his father. He was finally getting used to it; finally getting peaceful- and now he's supposed to leave; escorted with brightly coloured people who defended themselves as humans, happily not knowing or understanding the child they're taking back.
He knew they would have their own issues. After the rebellion, it was hard for people to jump back into action straight away- even here in the Capitol. There had been an eerie feeling, a wave of slow understanding and remorse.
Rumours of torture and words of 'rebels' float in the air, today, as thick as the stereoes in their cities and as invisible as the trust that's suddenly been torn apart. Slightly. It's just not understood yet. Besides, what's those rumours got to matter as lives are now back on track? People in panem train, still- obsessively as ever (habits and cultures are hard to let go of, so they're still called Careers). However, not for what they called 'The Hunger Games.' Instead, it was for the personal purpose, pleasure... or it was to fulfill old habits. Comfort.
The blond 'has bigger fish to fry.' He's heard enough- and frankly, he's had enough. It wasn't easy- his life, even in this 'peace' aftermath from the Rebellion- and he was aware that now it was his fault. His fault because he knew what he wanted to do, currently, and it was going to be hard. And pointless. So, so very, useless.
But... Was there anything else for him to do? He used to always call him an 'adrenaline junkie.' The one looking for trouble. Now, the wise man with humourous wits is dead. Only two days ago he was blinking and breathing.
So, now the boy's just searching, nearly endlessly. He's walked away from his 'home' and is looking for 'nothing-in-particular' but with a goal in mind. He wanted to learn something. Anything. Know everything. He's suddenly sick of change happening all the time with him and having to just numbly adapt to it. He was so frustrated, he almost hoped that when he turned the corner of the street coming up, he'd overhear another conversation about the 'mysterious, vague' rumours he catches every few weeks. That something's happening.
Because there's nothing and nobody holding down this eleven year old anymore. Now he desires to look for trouble. Start some riot. Cry, even. Climb a tree. Prank call somebody. Or punch something... or someone.
Instead, around the corner is a cafe and he knew that. He's been in that cafe a lot, before...
Walking in, he heard the waiter call to him but he takes no notice. He sees two females across the room, holding hands and whispering. But they weren't smiling, which was the part that creepied him out. Not many people were in the cafe that day. And the workers looked tense.
He cleared his throat and asked the waiter for his 'usual', which consisted of hot chocolate and fries. It was the first meal he ever ate with...
The chief did the order fairly quick.
And somebody ran out of the cafe.
Did... somebody die? The president was Peeta Mellark and Haymitch Abernathy. For the first three years of peace after the Rebellion, Haymitch accepted the role of being president, as Peeta and Katniss Everdeen refused. To be fair, Haymitch being president didn't change much of anything- hospitals were still being built in every district, for example. It seems like Haymitch either thought of himself being president as funny or he really wanted the role, but it didn't really matter either way.
It couldn't be that one of them died? They're be more than just an awkward atmosphere. But did some 'celebrity' die? It's well known that the Capitol decided to keep their old behaviours- their styles... They've kept the extreme reactions. So it wouldn't even surprise the chief if their regular customers would go into a minor depression, for three days, if the cafe happened to burn down.
The boy tried to remember. Maybe he wasn't taking this seriously. The thought made him feel an odd sense of 'foreboding' mixed into his anger, which eventually faded due to the dread.
In the past two days, he slept more and ate even less. He stayed in his 'home' even less than that. So if there was any news, he wouldn't know about it. Really important news would be delivered by the president. Or... a past victor, or such. But that would have more of a freak out than what's happening now. What the boy did know, was the rumours going around within the past week- that Peeta had replaced Haymitch. It does seem plausible... perhaps that person is Katniss Everdeen; that's not a bad thing.
It was concluded that the boy knew nothing and understood even less.
Finally, when another waiter came with his order, the eleven year old asked what happened. His answer, at first, was a stare. A serious one... at least.
"It's not funny. I'm not trying to be funny- Please- You know me-"
"Just for a second..." the waiter said, looking around before sitting down. "Mate, it's been a real hard day."
The innocence of an eleven year old finally was released, ever slightly for the first time in three days, when the boy asked, "How? If... There's nobody..."
The waiter- Ash- grimaced. "What's wrong? I'm not talking 'service'... Any second it could happen... And you're just a kid; shouldn't you be more afraid... than I?"
The blond sighed, "about?"
The waiter played with a napkin on the table before saying, "I think Haymitch has done something stupidly wrong. Because Peeta's spending less time with Katniss and he was... weirdly different in his announcement yesterday."
The younger male started drinking his hot chocolate, not even trying to comprehend what he's been told. What did Katniss do? Or... Haymitch? Why would Haymitch want to damage their relationship? I thought he was the first one to try and get the two 'lovebirds' together...
Ash continued speaking without the younger boy's pressure, much to his relief. "I'm not sure where you've been but you should know that Peeta said he'd announce a new president today, and... 'intense, overwhelming and awesome' news."
The little boy nodded, poking at his fries. He stared at it for a while, not really seeing it. For some reason, his mind decided to replay the past three days. It didn't help how he felt. He saw sparkling water instead of his fries... Still fascinated by the natural beauty within his memory... And that's when Ash decided to choose that moment to stand up. The blond's heart raced, having briefly forgotten Ash and what he was just previously told.
The black haired male didn't pretend to have or haven't noticed. He looked down at the scarred kid and said, "Hey, and... I need to say this, okay? I'm sorry, but... I'm really sorry- about what happened. He was a good guy." The eleven year old didn't even have enough time to respond or express emotions before Ash said, "word gets around real easy at the Capitol. Especially after that citizen tried to help... Well, don't feel bad. Meal's on the house." And then he walked away, fast- probably worried of saying something wrong.
For the next hour, the blond just sat there, not moving. He had picked a table with a window view. He had finished his hot chocolate, but most of his fries still lay on his plate. When he glanced down at it, he realised how thristy he was. Yet, he didn't want to stand up. Gazing around the café, he realised he probably couldn't. His legs felt weak and it took effort to move. He didn't understand. At first thought, he panicked; thinking that perhaps somebody had wanted revenge on him all along and poisoned his food. What was supposed to scare him was how the thought calmed him down- almost like he accepted it. The issue is; he's eleven. Not even a teenager yet, but he might as well be of how he's felt the past three days. Maybe he's stayed in the Capitol for too long. His reactions have gone all over the place.
But the thought of poisonous food was quickly eliminated almost as fast as it came. It didn't seem realistic with the 'symptoms' he had- or, lack of. His legs felt more numb, than anything else.
The question was exhaustion. How could he be exhausted when he's mostly slept the past two days?
A good jog, sounded nice, despite his sleepy condition. To run away, maybe things would change. Maybe if he ran fast enough, time would be reversed. But even as the kid tried to move his leg- which, not surprisingly, had actually gotten really numb- a ringing rang out in the cafe. And oddly, the reaction and tension in the room reminded him that he could actually be dehydrated. Was that possible after drinking hot chocolate? Well, he felt that way.
Everybody else in the room obviously understood what to do and what was going on. Unlike the eleven year old who continue to stare around with his emotions of confusion clear on his face. Nobody told him anything- not like he expected that, but it felt too odd to say anything; especially with the ringing still in the room.
Ash was closest to the T.V and as a result was the one to turn it on. Whatever advertisement was currently on, was interrupted by a familiar male with blonde hair, approximately 23 years old. He was smiling- a peaceful gesture... Until the camera slid away from his face, to another male- much, much older- and the boy wasn't the only one who felt awkward, not recognising him.
Peeta was talking the whole time- but it seemed like a rushed gibberish to everybody the second the other male was abruptly announced the new president on board with Peeta. So it was true- Haymitch had been replaced. And apparently... the older male was also, the new head-gamemaker.
The last three words froze everybody with bewilderment. Game? It didn't make any sense...
The other male's name had been mentioned a few times but the boy didn't pay much attention to that detail. He thought it could've started with an 'a'. The mysterious man started talking- and nobody seemed to accept what their mind already assumed. Peeta and the male were oblivious to their audience- occasionally laughing like old, close friends.
Then Peeta's sketching of some weird logo of the new 'game' was shown and rules were spoken.
And there was a clang from the cafe's kitchen.
The Hunger Games. They've returned. And even bitterly worse, was apparently Peeta is a gamemaker: a tiny act of betrayal that didn't go passed un-noticed by anybody.
A/N: I'll admit that now I feel the butterflies in my tummy... I hope people liked this first chapter. This chapter is mean't to be vague and represent a lot of missing history- that will all be explained and come into clear view of what really happened, in- probably- the middle of this story. I sincerely promise that the chapters get... better. I've just been really stressed out lately, it's been hard to be a 100% but I think the only way I'm coping is writing this fanfiction...
So that's why I really hope you've enjoyed it, and are interested for more! Do let me know in a review; reviews are author's foooooood. It lets us know what we're doing right or wrong, or if we've been ignored (see what I did there? I rhymed.) Ask any questions through a review as well, if your curious or confused- trust me, I understand... and I'll willingly try and answer them as best as I can! ~Lightning And Blossoms