Never

Or what should never be a tribute in the Hunger Games

Many Hunger Games crossover fics include a character from the other universe volunteering as a tribute. With some tributes, this doesn't work so well. Whether it be from the character becoming OOC, not being Katniss or having a huge advantage, there are some characters that should never join the Hunger Games. Ever. Sometimes it's just wrong. Horribly, and utterly wrong.

This just happens to be that case.

In this particular instance, just like an overwhelming majority of Hunger Games fics, crossovers or not, the main character is forced to volunteer for the Hunger Games. Some suitably cute or pathetic kid gets their name called and the protagonist has no choice but to take their place.

However, in this particular case, the new designated tribute yelled out a very different word than the usual plea of "I volunteer!"

The word was simple, four easy syllables, yet a surefire harbringer of doom. A promise that could not be broken. Power. Fear. Emotionless.

"EXTERMINATE!"

Yes. Some fool had decided to enlist a Dalek in the Hunger Games. Panem was doomed.

The cute, crippled kid with a fatal disease the Dalek had been forced to save from the horrors of the Hunger Games was unceremoniously lazerbeamed into oblivion. Then half the District and all the Peacekeepers in Twelve. The other half would have been exterminated as well but the author had moved the Dalek to the farewell room.

The farewell room didn't go well. This didn't go so well since Daleks don't have any friends. The author had tried to compensate by throwing a bunch of Cybermen in with it, figuring that homicidal robots would get along.

Five million Cybermen were slaughtered before the short time period was up.

Again, the setting changed and the Dalek found itself on the train. It found itself a window and gleefully, at least as gleefully as a giant robotic trashcan could be, exterminated anything that moved. If it could have gotten happy it would have been very proud of itself.

The author again changed the setting, this time to the chariots. The Dalek seemed to amuse itself by firing at the audience, adding more light to its already glowing fire costume. Although, interesting sidenote, a Dalek wearing Katniss's fire costume isn't as weird as it sounds. It's strangely epic in a metaphorical way. Then again, if you start involving too many metaphors than things can get crazy. The Dalek had no wish to turn into a burrito so it shot the epic metaphor paragraph off of the computer screen.

The Dalek triumphed over all the challenges put in front of it. It exterminated Caesar Flickerman before the interview started. And President Snow because he was in range. The training days consisted of it blowing everything up. Eventually it got time for it to get it's training score. Like many fanwritten tributes, it got a highly unusual score. However, this time it wasn't because of excess of talent or Mary Sue prowess- The Dalek had killed all of the Gamemakers.

The author skipped the bloodbath, trying to focus for on the angst than the action. The Dalek wasn't really the angsting type. It wasn't hungry because it had no need to eat. It wasn't thirsty because it didn't drink. It wasn't horrified about killing people. It wasn't scared. It wasn't moping about loving it's district partner.

Daleks didn't do love. When the author had tried to make both of the tributes from Twelve ally up so they could discover their secret feelings for each other... It wasn't pretty. To summarize, the other tribute from Twelve was dead. Very dead. Extremely dead.

After that mess, the Dalek flew around the area, exterminating everything in its path. In less than three minutes, all human tributes were dead.

The Dalek got crowned Victor but them killed everyone else.

The Dalek was such a nice person, right?

Panem was no more, a ghost empire.

Somehow, I think, although the Capitol was disposed of, which is always good, the Dalek missed the point about being the replacement Mockingjay. But that's ok. Dalek logic is cool.

However, the Dalek grew bored with the remains of Panem and made an extremely stupid decision. It flew over an ocean and landed in London. I have no idea what it was thinking. You'd think aliens would learn things, but they never do.

Within five minutes, a blue police box materialized.

Within forty-two minutes, the Dalek race had been wiped from creation yet again. Not permanently, you understand, but until some other excuse comes up that allows their return for another forty something minutes in London.

However, a Dalek isn't the worst thing that could join the Hunger Games. Imagine the Vashta Nerada, the Silence, a Weeping Angel or the Master. Imagine the destruction they would cause. The living shadow would eat everyone, blatantly ignoring the rule about eating people. The Silence, whether it be a headless monk or one of those creatures that are never really named, would also cause mass destruction. They could turn the Hunger Games into psychopath training and turn the kids into their soldiers. A Weeping Angel... may actually not be so bad as long as there's a camera or human eyes on it at all time. They'd have to be careful about not staring into its eyes though, otherwise Panem would be a country of stone Angels. The Master would be an even worse dictator than Snow, although, granted, he would smell a lot better.

Or you have what would happen if the man with the blue box found out about the Games. He has obliterated empires, species, universes and times. He is feared by the Daleks, the Cybermen, the Silence, the Universes. He is loved by many, so very many. If you kill him, he will not die.

And he happens to like children very much. He can't stand to hear them cry. Imagine what could happen if he heard them die...

A/N: So? What do you think? If you've ever read my other fic, "How The Cullens Met Their Doom" than you agree it was written in a slightly similer vein, excluding the acute lack of epic metaphor- though only because the Dalek exploded it first :)

May I ask for your review? Please? For some reason they make me really happy. Also, for some reason my brother wanted me to actually write more of this- actually go in depth of what would happen if the Master became a tribute or perhaps Davros or something... Do you agree or like it how it is?