CHAPTER ONE

Heres my first attempt at a Hunger Games Fanfic based upon the books made by Suzanne Collins. I wanted to try an idea ive had in a while and take a different route with the Hunger Games with entirely new characters but some obviously in the official story will make an entrance. If people give positive reviews then i will make more with Caleb and show you his story. At the moment it is rated T but it is subject to change.

Disclaimer: I am just a fan with no connections to Suzanne Collins or to the Hunger Games Franchise. I own nothing.

The sounds of rattling chains were enough to drive anyone wild, particularly Caleb. As he sat alone inside his undersized cell, he curved to see the lone window towards the top of the wall, the one he couldn't reach. As he stared once more, his eyes flickered from the window and to his ankle, where a large rusty chain rested, binding his ankle to the thick steel wall to his left. It was as he was sitting, rubbing his sore red ankle, something small and white glided almost heavenly, falling onto his nose.

"Close all cell windows" Caleb heard the sound of a guard beckoning to the other. "They wouldn't be of any use if they're all dead" A quiet but noticeable clanging noise filled the halls as the small windows automatically began to close, by that time, more speckles of snow made its way into the room with Caleb. As the window closed with a hushed knock, freedom he knew was no longer existing. The noisy winds, bitter temperature and the minute speckles of pure white snow were now lost to him. He continued his squat inside his stoned prison, staring at the pieces of snow melting instantaneously onto the masonry surface, then he turned to the guard positioned on the other side of the transparent door which filled the width of the cupboard like sized interior. Starving and weak, he saw the guard standing immobile in his spotless white uniform, sporting a hefty black belt consisting of his baton and on the other side, what looked like a small firearm. Each were easily accessible to his finger, if needs be he needed to use them.

"Sit still" He warned. "No funny business like the last time or that other ankle of yours will be chained up to the opposite wall". It was true that freedom mattered an immense deal to Caleb and after his first attempt in escaping, they rewarded him with great whipping and unable to observe out through the window by his chain, something the guards realised he cherished. The guard leisurely entered, withdrawing the truncheon from his girdle staring endlessly at Caleb who remained motionless in the corner, still staring at the blemish the snow created earlier. It was has he glimpsed up at the guard, another one stood where the previous guard did. "You hungry?" He smirked at the nod from Caleb. "Go and get it".

As Caleb squinted at the provisions, the guard that once stood alongside him now exited the room rejoining the other. As the other guard, wearing the exact same outfit, lowered the food onto the floor, watching contently as Caleb sobbed silently. The next time he looked, the food remained but the guards didn't and he could smell the aroma of the food float into the room whence the doors were opened.

The excruciating feeling of not eating began to take its toll and early the next morning, Caleb arose to a startling sound. Shouting and banging filled the hall where somewhere he couldn't see, eruption had taken place. The shouting came louder as two shouting voices approached, each with their distinct set of clunking each from their boots until they came into view of Caleb through the transparent wall. There stood the two guards, each standing alarmed where their belt of arsenals were no longer present. Instead two other figures stepped into view, one sporting a black mask and one sporting a red mask, but both wearing the same jet black uniforms.

"Open it" Red mask called to one of the guards who refused at once. He was smacked with the truncheon. "Open it" But again the guard refused so Black mask turned his gun onto his friend.

"My friend said to open it" Black Mask tapped his foot repeatedly until he aimed the gun from the guard who held the food, and moved to his face, pulling the trigger instantly. At once the other guard swiped his card and the doors opened, Caleb now continued his glare, if there was one thing he was sure of was simply, they were there for him and he didn't know why. As the door opened, they beckoned him to the chain surrounding Calebs ankle and going to his dead partner, he took his keys and swung for red mask who caught the punch square in his face. As the guard turned to face the Black Mask, the gun was already inches from his face and as soon as Caleb closed his eyes, a second deafening shot echoed not only through the halls but through his body.

"Open your eyes" A soft voice called and slowly Caleb did. Entering the room was an attractive woman sporting a white jacket flowing just above the ankle and her hair done productively in a straight perfect ponytail with her blood red lipstick complimenting her shiny blonde hair. She took off her black rimmed glasses and motioned to the men to take off their masks. "Its ok" Her voice was calm and collect. "We're here to help you, nothing more, nothing less. Now I understand you're hungry?" But Caleb continued his stare. "Here" She clicked her fingers and two men approached holding two large trays. The plates weren't the usual polystyrene plates but rather china, with a peach floral pattern encircling the outer layer of the plate, and at its centre was a picture of high-rise buildings, with the sun blasting in the distance. "Its where were taking you, the Capitol"

Heres my first attempt at a Hunger Games Fanfic based upon the books made by Suzanne Collins. I wanted to try an idea ive had in a while and take a different route with the Hunger Games with entirely new characters but some obviously in the official story will make an entrance. If people give positive reviews then i will make more with Caleb and show you his story. At the moment it is rated T but it is subject to change.

Disclaimer: I am just a fan with no connections to Suzanne Collins or to the Hunger Games Franchise. I own nothing.