Here it is folks, my attempt at Maximum Ride/Hunger Games crossover! Okay, so, the setting: Panem. 76th annual Hunger Games.

This is post-Hunger Games, pre-Catching Fire. Why? Because I want it to be. Let's just pretend for the Quarter Quell they...sent only adults in. A tribute from district 4 won. That takes care of that. And so, let us see what is in store for the 76th annual Hunger Games, shall we?

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, Jimmy P does. Nor do I own Hunger Games, that belongs to (insert a catchy name for Suzanne Collins here). I do however own the representative for district 9 and the mentor for district 9, Leah Speight and Maddison Packer. They are mine. :)

"Subjects have been sent." A whitecoat declared. The director grinned a sinister smile. Whitecoats milled around, watching computer monitors to see how their six subjects were doing.

"Are you sure this is really a good idea?" Jeb Batchelder questioned. The director turned on him.

"Of course this is a good idea, Proffesor Batchelder." She hissed. "Hold your tongue before an elder."

"Sorry, director. It's just...It seems kind of dangerous. I mean, we shouldn't even know about this--" The director cut him off.

"Of course we know about Panem. We created it. Don't tell me you believed those hobknockers when they told you we sent the subjects to the future." She groaned. "Panem is a country we built ourselves. The people of Panem know nothing of us or the rest of the world. Just of their districts."

"Oh...right." Jeb said.

"We won't hurt your daughter, Professor, we cannot touch them, but they will remember nothing of their past lives. We will see if they become friends again, odds are your daughter and experiment number 247 will hit it off, just like they had before. We've refitted their minds with memories we've created for them, memories close to their past lives, but not exact. They will live in Panem until...until they die." The director explained. "And if they should get picked for the Hunger Games, you need to very well know we had nothing to do with this. We just created the country, we did not tell them how to run it."

Jeb nodded in understanding, worried for the safety of his only daughter.

~Max's POV~

I quietly walked through the woods towards the fence. It's supposed to be electrically charged all the time, but there's one section that I've found is never really turned on. My guess was there was a short somewhere and they didn't notice, some people said that's where they open it up and let new animals into our forests, but whatever the reason, it was alright by me.

I hoisted myself up the fence, climbing quickly and quietly over it to the other side. Knife in hand, I made my way into the forest. No one was supposed to go past the fence, it was built there to keep us safe inside our district, but in my opinion, the forest is much safer than any district in Panem. In the wild you don't have to attend the Reaping, or have your name put in a drawing for the Hunger Games. The Capitol wasn't controlling your every move and there was plenty of food to go around.

Even though I live in district nine, where pretty much all we do is hunt, it's still hard to get dinner on the table some nights. It's just me, my dad and my younger sister, Ella. My mom was killed by the Peacekeepers when they found out that she kept some of the meat from hunting at our home without paying. My family and I had to watch as they whipped her until she was unconscious then be-headed her when she came to. It was horrible and I wished Ella hadn't had to witness it, she was only 7, and I wished even more that it hadn't even happened. But, what's done is done, and it can't be un-done.

"Aren't you afraid you might get caught?" The voice surprised me and I jumped, letting out a small squeal in spite of myself. I turned to see Fang, my only friend, propped up on a tree branch, looking down at me with a smirk on his face.

"I could ask you the same thing." I retorted. His smirk widened as he stated, "I never get caught."

I rolled my eyes, he may be one of the cockiest people in district nine, but somehow he's the only person I can tolerate long enough to have a decent conversation with, it's as if I've known him in a past life. I joined him in the tree, making myself comfortable against the trunk.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for the Reaping?" Fang asked. I shrugged. The Reaping wasn't my favorite get-together in the district. I hated anything Hunger Games related, unlike some of the people around here. The Reaping was where they drew names to choose the tributes for District 9. I shuddered, thinking how many times my name was in there due to tesserae. I've had to sign up for quite a bit of that, since my family isn't the wealthiest around. Every little bit counts, as my dad always says.

"Think your name will get drawn?" Fang questioned. I looked up at him, slightly shocked he'd even ask such a thing. Then I remembered, this is Fang that I'm talking to. Tall, dark, silent and emotionless Fang. I shrugged again. Fang grinned, a rare occurrence, and recited a famous line from the Hunger Games, "May the odds be ever in your favor", then climbed down to the ground.

"Where are you going?" I asked, climbing down after him.

"Some of us are being forced to look presentable on the small chance that the odds aren't in our favor. One of those people would be me." He said, a grin playing at the corner of his lips.

"I should probably look presentable as well, the odds are hardly ever in my favor." I sighed. It's true, completely. Ever since that day when I was nine. My mother was killed, that same year my cousin's name was drawn at the Reaping. He died during the bloodbath, didn't even last a day. The year after that, when I was ten, my best friend, Nadia, was chosen. She was killed by the Careers shortly after the Games began. Every year someone I had known and loved was chosen and killed in the Games. That's why Fang's my only friend, I let myself risk having a friend, but if he's chosen and he dies…I don't even known what I'd do this time.

Fang and I walked to the fence, managing to kill a couple animals along the way. We each got two rabbits each, but that's about it.

"See you later." I said to Fang as we turned our separate ways. He lived across the district from me, but we'd always meet up at school and hang out, or go to the woods together.

"See you, Max." Fang said, then turned away. I sighed inwardly and made my way to my house. I had a feeling this year, the odds were defiantly not going to be in my favor.

~Iggy's POV~

The district was quiet, as it always is on this day. The Reaping. The day that one boy and one girl will be sent into the Arena for the Hunger Games to die. Everyone in district 12 knew that being chosen was a death wish. Especially for us. There had only been three victors for district twelve. Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. Katniss and Peeta won on the 74th annual Hunger Games, Haymitch won during the fiftieth. Everyone guessed that there wouldn't be another victor for another twenty five years.

"Iggy!"

I turned around to see where the voice was coming from and saw Angel running up to me. Angel was my neighbor's daughter, she lives with her brother and her parents.

"Hey, Ange." I greeted, grinning. She giggled and replied with a greeting of her own before her mother grabbed her arm and directed her back to the hob. I turned back and headed for my own home where I live with my mother and father. I'm an only child.

"Igmund Griffiths, where have you been?" My mother scolded as I came through the door.

"Out." I replied. She sighed in exasperation and shoved some clothes in my hand.

"Go get ready for the Reaping." She ordered. I rolled my eyes and made my way to a back room in the house known as my bedroom…and the closet. My bed barely fit and there was about three feet of space between either side of the bed and the wall. I stripped off my everyday clothes and put on the clothes my mother gave me to wear to the reaping. Nice black pants that were clean and not torn, a gray dress shirt that I'm still wondering how she got, and black shoes that weren't scuffed up. I sighed and joined my parents in the living room. It was a quarter till two, and the reaping started at two. Without hesitation, I walked out the door, my parents following behind me, to the center of town. I stood with the other boys my age, just like every year. I looked around at everyone, knowing that two of these people would be gone today, never to come back. Most of the faces were hard, emotionless. But few let their real emotions slip. Fear. Fear that their name will be drawn and they'll be put in the Arena to die.

I let my mind wander away from these thoughts and instead thought about what the terrain in the Arena might be this year. Doubtful that it will be snowy, they've done that before, but it was a bust because the tributes froze to death before they could tear each other apart, like the Capitol audience wants. That's all the Games is about, watching kids pit it out, killing each other to stay alive. Kill or be killed. And the people in the Capitol would, of course, be loving every second of it. Unlike the people in the districts. Watching kids they know get killed or turn into vicious monsters. Not that you could blame them. If you're moral in the Arena you're as good as dead.

The Capitol was always excited about who would win, they even place bets on the tributes. It sickens me to the highest level, how these people just watch as 23 kids are killed! Always. Twenty-three kids always die. Except in one case, that's the only precedent. It was the 74th annual Hunger Games, when district twelve won. Both of our tributes came home alive, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. They put on the act of being hopelessly in love, and when they both almost committed suicide in the Arena out of desperation to save each other, they were both announced winners. Now that they've won, their act is over. I haven't seen them together at all. Katniss is usually around the Hob when I go through(the Hob is pretty much our black market.), but she's never with Peeta. She's always with Gale, her 'cousin'.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts as the mayor started talking, giving the speech that he has to every year at the Reaping. After he was done speaking Effie Trinket, the district 12 representative, stepped up to draw names the names of the tributes. She gave a short speech, ending with the ever-so-famous line "May the odds be ever in your favor". She stepped over the ball with all the girls names from district 12. I wondered who it would be, and was shocked when I heard the name.

"Primrose Everdeen."

Katniss Everdeen's younger sister. I looked up to the stage, where Katniss was sitting, trying to hide her emotions, probably hoping someone would volunteer for Primrose like she did two years ago. But no one did. As usual. Primrose walked up to the stage as if she was in a trance, but I could see the fear in her eyes as she passed. Primrose didn't deserve this. She was one of the sweetest people around here. It was horrible having to watch her climb the steps to her most certain death. She was sweet, loving, caring…and strikingly beautiful. She was fourteen now, like me, we used to hang out at school, until my mother found out. She said she didn't want me hanging around 'with the likes of her'. My mother has never liked the victors of the Games, or their families. She says they're just beasts, never the same after being in the Arena, and they rub off on their family. But I knew Prim wasn't that way, I can't say much for Katniss, but Prim would never be that way. But I also knew she could handle herself. She'd come out winning, just as her sister did.

My anticipation grew as Effie walked back over to the ball with all the boys' names in it. I held my breath as she walked back over to the podium. When she said the name out loud I was put into even more shock. I could hardly move.

"Igmund Griffiths."

I stood up slowly, and as if I was on autopilot I walked toward the stage, my mind racing, my heart pounding, but all the while my face showing nothing. I wasn't aware of anything anymore, I was oblivious to everything, until I was ushered away into the Justice Building where I would be given time to say goodbye to my family and friends before I was sent off to be killed.

~Max's POV~

I stood with the other girls my age, trying to keep my mind clear of all negative thoughts. What if this year the odds aren't in my favor and my name gets called? No, I won't think of that. This year the odds are in my favor. I won't get called.

I hope.

Within a few minutes the mayor had begun his speech which he gives every year at the reaping, just like the mayors of all other districts. I zoned out, like I always do, until our representative stood up from her place beside this years mentor, Maddison Packer. Leah Speight, our representative, gave a short wish of luck that, as usual, ended with the trademark, "May the odds be ever in your favor", then she walked over to pull a slip of paper out of a ball filled with similar slips of paper, all with a name on them. All with a death sentence attached to them.

Leah leisurely made her way back to the podium, letting us all wait in anticipation to see who was going to be sent off this year. When she finally reached the podium and spoke the name, I swear my heart stopped.

"Max Martinez."

My eyes widened for just a second before I replaced my fear, rage and shock with an emotionless mask filled with nothing but pure boredom. As I walked up to the stage Leah had already pulled out the boy's name. Before she read it she asked if there were any volunteers to take my place. Of course, it was a negative. Then she read the boy's name and I had to mentally yell at myself to start breathing again.

"Fang Ride."

Fang made his way up to the stage and stood beside me. Leah asked for volunteers, there were none, but I could see the shock in people's faces. Everyone knew Fang and I were best friends, we were almost inseparable and we spent almost every minute of every day together. Now we're being put into the Arena together, and we both know there's only one way out.

Please tell me there's another way out of this, I prayed silently as Fang and I were ushered off to the Justice Building where we'd be given a few minutes to say goodbye to our loved ones.

Only one thought was going through my head the entire time.

I'm going to have to kill my best friend.

I'm sure you all have guessed by now, someone will die. Duh. If you are totally against the flock dieing, this is not the story for you.

Now, things would be uber helpful to me. In your review(because I'm sure you're going to leave one!) please give me:

1.) Names for tributes from other districts

2.) Some traits for the other tributes and some possible things to be found in the Cornucopia.

3.) Terrain for the Arena. (Please don't say the Clock from Catching Fire. While it is cool, I'm not going do it.)

Iggy: And also give us your opinion on the story so far.

Me: Yes, we want to know what you think so far. Is it good? What do I need to do to improve it? Please help.

Iggy: And if Skits decides to use your tribute name, terrain, and other things she'll mention you in the chapter they show up in.

Me: Also, I don't remember reading anywhere whether or not siblings of a victor were safe from the Games, but I just guessed no, because President Snow is a (censored).

Iggy: So, R&R?