A/N: Alright, here's the prologue to initially get things started, those who aren't following my current SYOT, Elements, then just know we will not start anything that has to do with tributes until Elements is finished, simply because we don't want to work on one so much that the other is forgotten. But we at least wanted to get a short prologue out to you guys to let people know this will be a thing.

~ Anna :D

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Abel Bellvidere, 27

Head Gamemaker

The large white room isn't unfamiliar, but it doesn't make it less terrifying. I know what's going to happen, and still I'm unable to catch my breath. I can feel the very same dagger that will kill me, in my hands. The dagger that was used to kill the rebellion. The dagger I too, killed with. I guess I was asking for this when I refused Snow's orders for the last Games. But those kids wouldn't have stood a chance, it was cruel, even for the Games. How did he expect me to do that?

I glance up from where I'm sitting at my desk when the click of an unlocking door reaches my ears. Two Peacekeepers file into the room and reach to restrain me, but I pull my arm out of their grasp.

"I'm not dead yet, you still have the job of respecting me." I snap, straightening my tie.

With that I walk around the chair toward the door leading me to my death. The Peacekeepers are quick to catch up and walk beside me so I can't escape. I really have no intent to try, I've seen that happen in previous situations like this, and it still doesn't end up very pretty.

There's still a natural temptation to run, especially considering who the president will be forcing to do this. But I steady my pace and cast a subtle glance at some of the workers in the hallway that are watching with either sympathetic or aggressive stares. I pull my eyes away from them and focus on what's ahead of me.

A set of polished black doors.

Sif Holland-Makara, 25

Gamemaker

I've never walked this close to the president before, yet here I am, walking directly behind him. Along with at least a dozen Peacekeepers surrounding us, but that's not the point. A small smile tugs at my lips as I hold the sleek, red box in my hands. Inside is a dagger that has killed every single rebellious Head Gamemaker since the end of the rebellion. And I'm using it today to take my place as Head Gamemaker.

A sudden, odd feeling wells up inside me, making my chest tighten painfully. I know Abel, he's the one who gave me my job in the first place, but I'm killing him. I force the sympathy out of my head. I can't afford to think this way, that kind of thinking is what's getting him killed today. Instead, I focus on all the power that will be mine. I'll be the one ruling the arena, doing anything I want to give a good show. Getting all the fame, and it's so close.

A pair of black doors comes into view as we turn the corner, but my smile fades as we approach it. I blink and stop next to the president in front of the doors, exchanging a quick glance with him. He gives me an almost unsettling smile to which I respectfully smile and nod back. I glance back to the doors and push them open carefully, then turn and close them slowly, not making eye contact with the man behind me. To my surprise, he doesn't say anything first. No witty remark, no trying to smooth talk his way out of it. Just silence. I finally turn and glance at him.

"Hi," I say with a smile.

Abel doesn't reply, keeping his unsettling hazel eyes on me at all times. I glance down at the crimson box in my hands and take the top off, carefully removing the black-bladed dagger inside. I slip the box into my pocket and twirl the dagger in my hands, walking over to him and placing my hand on his shoulder.

"You know, the president isn't too happy with you." I say, finally bringing my gaze up to meet his.

He stares back with confident intensity, as if trying to intimidate me. He should know trying to intimidate someone with a dagger isn't effective.

"So I gathered." he replies quietly. "You could say I'm not happy with him either."

I find myself beginning to smirk, but replace the small smile with a scowl. He shouldn't be talking like this, he's an idiot. Idiots don't belong in the Head Gamemaker position.

"It was a real pleasure working with you, Abel." I say, but it's genuine. He was the one who gave me my job after all.

He only blinks and smiles.

"I would say the same to you, but considering the situation..." he trails off and finally glances away from me.

A pang of unpleasant guilt washes over me, and I grip the dagger tighter.

"You're a talented Gamemaker, Sif." he continues, staring at the doors before glancing back at me. "But you know why I did what I did."

I shake my head quickly, glaring at him.

"And what you did gets you killed." I reply smoothly.

His eyes quickly spark with a fire I've never seen before.

"For showing mercy to innocent children?" he snaps with disbelief.

I scowl and walk forward slightly, forcing him to step back a few feet.

"You're not supposed to show mercy, Abel!" I bark. "I'm surprised it took us so long to finally see, you're pathetic."

"One can only be merciless for so long," he snaps back, taking a step forward. "Being Head Gamemaker isn't all fame and glory, Ms. Sif, it rips every fabric of goodness you have left and destroys it. You'll find that out soon enough."

I only scoff and glance at him in amusement.

"Well it's lucky I don't have any goodness left to be destroyed, isn't it?" I ask without waiting for a reply. "My condolences, Mr. Bellvidere."

Abel rolls his eyes then I slip my hand into my pocket and grip what's inside, taking it out carefully. I see the confusion in his eyes once he identifies it, but I don't give him time to say anything and instead, jam the syringe into his shoulder then toss it out the open window.

"What the hell was that?" he snaps, stumbling and gripping the chair in the center of the room.

I approach him, gripping the dagger.

"It's making your death a little more humane." I say as he collapses onto the floor, slipping into unconsciousness.

I hastily go over to him, gripping the knife in both of my shaking hands. I notice I'm blinking back tears and my hands won't steady, but then I remember that I have no choice. I must do this, Abel betray the president and the sentence is death. Mercy is not what the Games are about, it's about fame, wealth and survival. All of things I am killing him for. I finally steady my hands and stab him with the dagger, quickly recoiling as I do so.

I glance down at my hands and previously white Gamemaker's uniform now stained crimson with Abel's blood. I'm shaking uncontrollably and my breath comes in short gasps, but I quickly glance around and compose myself, walking briskly toward the doors, opening them slowly.

The president stands directly behind them with an approving smile on his face and I glance down almost immediately.

"Consider yourself promoted, Ms. Sif."

A/N: There you have it, a rather violent beginning to a story, but then again it is the Hunger Games so...

Anyway! This story is called Daylight's End, it's the 138th Games so nothing has to be canon. The SYOT form is on our profile, submit through PM please!

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~ Anna