A/N: Hi! So, we've all wondered what the marvelous 25th Hunger Games were like. In other words, the First Quarter Quell. Well, I'm going to tell you about it. SYOT. NOTE, IN THIS QUARTER QUELL, TRIBUTES ARE CHOSEN BY THEIR DISTRICT IN AN ELECTION!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

"Coriolanus," He was really starting to hate that name. His god-damned mother had named him that, and he couldn't get rid of the name. Thank god, he'd killed her ages ago. People all thought it was due to amnesia of some sort, and she got extremely ill. Ignorant. He'd planted the poison that made her forget everything, then had some "tea" with her. Sure, he'd forgotten all the good times he'd had with her, but he hated the woman. It was totally worth it. He was twenty-six, and he could say with only minor hesitation that he was proud. So proud to be a murderer.

Hell, he'd been a murderer since he was twenty years old. He'd sent twenty three kids to their deaths every year. Six times twenty three was one hundred and thirty eight. One hundred and thirty eight precious kids of those pitiful, but valuable districts were dead.

"Coriolanus," his assistant called again.

"What is it, Sadie?" he growled.

"Meeting for the twenty-fifth Hunger Games," she responded, completely unfazed by his tone.

"What's so special about this one?" he said.

"First Quarter Quell. The people in the Capitol expect a big show." Coriolanus froze.

Shit. "One moment, Sadie. I need to go to the vault to get the card box." He said.

He took the elevator down to the thirtieth floor, which was, yes, underground. The guards wouldn't let anyone but the President near the button in the elevator down to that floor. But President Snow was so sure that this Games was going to be a hit.

He entered the key code for the vault, and grabbed the box of cards. He flipped it open, and pulled out a card at random.

As a reminder to the Districts that the Capitol is so repaying in their ways, the Capitol has agreed that their children, too, will participate in the Games. This will be a Capitol children only Games. Snow snorted. What was the year? 75. Yeah right. He made a mental note to tell whoever was President at that time to change the Quarter Quell for number 75. He plucked out the card that said 25.

"For the 25th Anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that it was their choice to enter a rebellion, the districts will choose from among them who will compete in the Hunger Games. Volunteers allowed, but may or may not be overruled by the Peacekeepers." he murmured to himself.

He went back up to the meeting where Sadie and the Head Gamemaker and a whole bunch of other important Capitol people Snow didn't know were sitting. "Sorry I'm late," he said.

"Thank you for being here," he said, inclining his head to the Head Gamemaker, who nodded, but turned away respectfully.

"As you all know," said the Gamemaker, "this is the very first Quarter Quell. The Capitol will expect excitement. We need to please them, and make sure nothing happened like last year." the Gamemaker shuddered, and Snow hung his head, remembering the past year's disaster. "But we will not fail this upcoming year. Not at all. No way. Coriolanus, read the card, if you will." he said, nodding towards Snow. Snow cleared his throat and read aloud the card.

"For the 25th Anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that it was their choice to enter a rebellion, the districts will choose from among them who will compete in the Hunger Games. Volunteers allowed, but may or may not be overruled by the Peacekeepers." he said with perfect clarity. The Head Gamemaker nodded cheerfully.

"We should get going. This arena is going to rule the world. It's September. We've got nine months until the Games, three months until the reading of the card." said the Head Gamemaker.

"That all?" said Coriolanus, hoping to get out of this early. The Head Gamemaker nodded.

"Thank you for your help, Coriolanus," he said, shaking Snow's hand. Snow almost snorted. Help? He'd just read the stupid card. Whatever.

When he got back to his office, he stared intricately at his cup of coffee, nothing to do. Of course. That's all the Capitol did. Sit by and watch as twenty three children died each year. And part of it was his fault.

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