Hey guys! This is just so you could get to know my writing style ( And to get more submissions). To those who have submitted, THANK YOU! You guys are amazing! Anyways, here it is.

WARNING: this chapter involves dark subject matter.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games or CNN ( I wish I did -_-).

Mohammed Abdoo : Leader of The Capitol

I used to have it all, you name it. Money? Enough to burn for heat. Love? While it was an arranged marriage, me and my wife where one of the few rare cases that actually fell in love. Family? 2 healthy children, and one more on the way. Yes, I had it all, that is until the Americans took it all from me.

March 26th, 2002. It's a day that runs through my head every day I live.

What happened? I had just come home from my mothers' new house, with the war in Iraq getting worse by the day, it was best my family stay close.

I came home and I saw it:

My wife, 4 months pregnant, beaten to a bloody pulp, and shot in the head. My beautiful 15-year-old daughter, raped and also shot. And worst of all, my son, only 9 years old, tied back and forced to watch, then shot.

All done by them, the pigs, the Americans.

They confused my address with that of my neighbors, but what they did was wrong either way.

I hated them since that day, loathed them when the rest of my family was killed in an air raid late at night.

I did the one thing any person in my shoes would have done, I joined Al Qaeda. I was with them for 7 damned years, planning attacks, thefts, and suicide bombings. Until eventually I was thrown out for being "too fantastical" in my thoughts. They found the thought of basing an attack on a book preposterous; so they stuck to the usual suicide bombings to give a message. The bombings only showed we could kill, nothing more. They didn't spread a message.

So for 3 years, I plotted. I founded the Capitol, in honor of Suzanne Collins' ( the only American I don't loathe) book, and recruited members.

We started out with a mere 5 people, all of us having lost our families in the war. But now, look at us, a full 2,548 people strong. The pesky Americans haven't even heard about us, since we haven't blown up any of their beloved Embassies.

And now, my plan is about to be put into action. We have been working on something that will begin our vengeance. Make the Americans pay for the crimes they have committed against us.

It's simple, really. For the past 3 years, 500 of us have been slowly moving to Florida, to cities close to our point of interest, Mapleton. We couldn't think of any better place. It was 500 miles away from the nearest Army base, meaning it would take longer for the government officials to arrive, it was practically unheard of, which will make it easier to get to ( traffic can get packed in Florida), it was close to one of CNN's larger news stations,making it easier access the press, and best of all: Leonard High school. It has the second biggest number of students in the state ( an astounding number of 6,127), and it is the fourth largest campus in the state ( 12th in the country), and if there was one thing we surely needed, it was a large school. In other words, it was perfect.

I assigned one of my best assistants, Hakim Aaquib, to be in charge of the first attack, or The Game, as we have all been calling it.

Why did I choose a high school? Simple, this is the future of America, and I want to show the world just how barbaric their people really are.

The Game is simple, tomorrow, the 500 who were sent to Florida will make the drive to Mapleton. They will then take over Leonard High School, set up cameras in the gymnasium, force the news to broadcast live feeds of the "reapings", or picking of the students for The Game .

The chosen students, or tributes as we call them, will then be prepped for the games, where they will be forced to run, climb, and learn basic weaponry skills. Finally, they will have to participate in a small interview in the auditorium. This will take a total of 5 days.

Then on day six, The Game will finally begin, where the Tributes will have to fight inside the school campus. We will wait until one Student is left alive and then the members will turn in all the non-reaped students ( they are kept in the Gymnasium. The only place off-limits to the students in The Game.) to the authorities, and then the members of the Capitol will pull out their Capsules ( a mix of deadly poisons) and kill themselves while they have the chance.

I smile to myself, this is going to be perfect. Those rats will learn just how vulnerable they really are. All that is left to do is wait. My best Colleagues, along with some guards, are living with me in my palace here in Iraq. Money, it's the only thing I have managed to keep. Then again, founding an oil company has its perks.

My assistants are in the room next to me, giving me the newest updates on The Game. I slip into my bed, hoping all will go well.

Tomorrow, the bastards will learn their lesson.

What did you think? Let me know in the comment section. I'd like to know what I can improve on. Let me state this right now, I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST MIDDLE EASTERN PEOPLE! In fact, some of best friends are from those countries ( that came out sounding wrong ) :( . I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but it was just to give you guys a better understanding of the story. I promise the other chapters will be much longer. So yeah…*awkwardly walks away*