The First Victor

Prologue:

From the Treaty of Treason: In penance of their uprising each district shall offer up one boy and girl between the ages of 12-18 at a public "reaping" These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the capital then transferred to a public arena where they will Fight to the Death until a lone victor remains. Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as The Hunger Games…

Chapter 1:

"Do you remember watching the announcement?"

"I remember the announcement like it was yesterday"

"Can you tell us about it?"

"Of course"

The Hunger Games. Where kids fight to the death seems like a good idea. Now all we have to do is broadcast it.

"sir the crew is ready"

"very well then lets go"

"Welcome" Every eye is on me.

"In penance of their uprising each district shall offer up one boy and girl between the ages of 12-18 at a public "reaping" These tributes shall be delivered to the custody of the capital then transferred to a public arena where they will Fight to the Death until a lone victor remains. Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as The Hunger Games" as I finish I hear the whispers around Panem. This is certainly something they like. This will keep uprisings down. I get off the stage. There is lots of planning to do if the very first games will be spectacular. These games that will make people fear me. They will be too much of a coward to stand up for themselves. That is how I want it. That is how I need it. Nothing will ruin my plan. Not now not ever. Nothing.

"It was the most horrifying thing I had to hear, I mean we were sending kids to fight to the death, kids that had dreams and deserved happily ever afters once the war ended, but the Capitol they took that away from them,23 children died for me to live, I couldn't live with the pain, so every time a there was a new victor the Capitol would forget about me, and I was glad but I felt bad for those who didn't make it, I felt their pain as they died I felt their tears on my cheeks I felt their screams in my throat, I felt like I was them, like I was the one dying while everyone in the Capitol cheered my killer on, and once they died, I felt their happiness, I felt their joy when they figured the pain was over, and I will never forget that feeling, never."

-The 1st Victor

Well let me know what you think. Review. Sorry its short. I need to do my homework. Until next time my fellow readers.

- Esther The Victor