I'm quite looking forward on writing this and seeing where I take it. I will only be including one character from the Hunger Games books but I'll get onto who that is later. Please share your opinions so feel free to leave a review. Enjoy!

Twenty four podiums, twenty four people. Twenty four people forced into a dangerous game that almost certainly guaranteed death. One winner. One person walking out still possessing the element they needed most. Life. One person to carry deaths behind their name. Is that something to be proud of?

They all anxiously stood, separated from each other and in mixed age ranges; the youngest just 12. A dark skinned female, with beautiful hair to her waist tied in a plait.

Next to her stood a thin young adult, uncomfortably wear a pair of tight jeans that were suitable for running. Her hair, the colour of the brightest flame, her skin as pale as a milk bottle and her height much taller than the other females.

Nervously, a scrawny looking male was patiently waiting on the podium next to her. Him and the flame haired female exchanged a look. A look of fear and insecurity. It was a bad idea to agree to do this, a bad, bad idea.

Rubbing his hands, smiling a considerable amount and unable to stay still, a man dressed in colours of browns and blacks stood opposite the pair wearing the most unsuitable clothes possible. Loose trousers, much to short for his legs hung tightly around his waist, a jacket made of tweed worn loosely around his slender shoulders and finishing it all off was a bright red bow tie. He nodded and smiled to all the other district candidates who all returned looks that told him they thought he was completely mad.

Looking upon the semi circle the districts examined the view. A forest possessing mysterious trees surrounded the grass area where they were. This opened a lot of places to hide and stay hidden. Plus an opportunity to climb high up into the trees and keep an eagle eye on anyone who crosses their path below.

A large canopy full of weapons, back packs and general supplies, was placed directly in front of them. When the games start they could charge grab a pack and quickly leave, but they could run the chance of getting injured, or worse, themselves. Whereas, if they don't take that chance and retreat to the camouflaging trees as soon as the games start, they would have no supplies to keep themselves going and no weapons for defence.

A loud sinister voice had been speaking for a while, not that any of the voices registered in the trio's mind. Only the last few words made everyone alert and even more anxious.

"Let the Hunger Games...BEGIN." the voice rang.

Here, we, go.