Stay Alive (A Hunger Games Fanfic)

Prologue

Well, I'm in the Hunger Games. If you ask me, everyone a part of these Games, who makes these Games, they're plain stupid. There's not much else to it. They take kids, kids who have a family, have a life, and they let them loose in an arena to fight to the death. Why? Because they're stupid.

The only way I can get home is if I survive. And the only way to survive is to kill. If I want to come home, and see my family and friends again, I have to kill other children my own age who probably want to go home just as much as I do. That's what I'm going to have to do, and I will. I will return home. Home, meaning District 12.

We haven't had a victor yet. Well, there was one woman, but I think she's dead now. This means I don't have a mentor. Whatever. I'll just have to be smart on my own. That shouldn't be a problem, because most people are stupid anyways.

It's the 50th anniversary of the Hunger Games. This means our "beloved" president, President Snow, picks some horrible rule change and alters the Games to make them more interesting. They call these 25-year anniversaries Quarter Quells, and how splendid they are. This year they picked twice as many tributes. I'll just have to kill twice as many then, and I'm not afraid to, because I WILL come back. For my mother.

My name is Haymitch Abernathy. I'm in the Second Quarter Quell of the Hunger Games. There are twice as many tributes, but I'm going to win. I have to. I want to outsmart the Capitol, and I will. Wanna know why? Because they're stupid. They all are.