Name, wealth, status. It didn't matter anymore. We were all equal in the eyes of the Victors. Beasts, spoiled, privileged, children of the Capitol that deserved to feel all the pain of The Districts. We all deserved to die. Twenty-four of us, twelve males, twelve females, all between the ages of twelve and eighteen, trapped, in something of some of our parents creation, they weren't in charge anymore. Our lives were at the mercy of The Districts.
These are our Games.
Let the 76th annual Hunger Games begin, and may the odds be ever in your favor.
Death was a legend after she died people thought she was nothing more than a myth. But what if she was hiding plain sight as the president's daughter. She broke his hard exterior but what if it was a lie to bring the capital to its knees. She was manipulative and sneaky no one thought they would sneak up on them especially Finnick Odair.
Disclaimer- I don't own the hunger games as much as I wish I did. I only own OC's and Kate's plot.