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The fireplace could not hide the undeniable cold. Outside, it felt even colder, well below freezing, but yet a frigid rain, not a fresh snow, fell. As cold as the weather was, it was barely even felt by Justin. All he could feel today was the same feeling he had been feeling increasingly over the last week: fear. For today was the day they had all been dreading all year.

This was the day of the reaping.

Later that day he and all of the other children of the District formerly known as Canada would have to meet in the main square to determine their fate. Ultimately two names would be drawn, and they would be forced to take part in the new games. Around the world, in each of the eleven other districts, two others would be chosen to participate as well. Such was the tradition every year.

They all knew the history behind it. They all had been taught it in school at a young age. when Capitol Records had showed mercy on them after the uprising of the districts against them had failed. Before the dark years, the world had been made up of separate countries. But then nuclear war had broken out and most of the worlds population and cities had been destroyed. Only the twelve districts and Capitol then remained. Years later, the districts rebelled, by going out without their parents permission, and getting a tattoo. A lengthy fight ensured, but the Capitol ultimately won. In return for the Capitol's generosity in letting the districts keep living, they demand that every year they send two sacrifice each, to fight each other to the death, to remind them of the past and to keep the peace.

So this was no ordinary year for the games. This was the 100th anniversary of the peace, so this was also the year of the 100th games. Capitol surely had big plans for making this years event bigger and better than any year in history.

Justin heard his father call up the stairs to him and his brother that it was time to leave. He put on his sleeveless white tee shirt and helped get his little brother ready to go. Once he was ready, they headed off down to the downtown square of Canada, which was just down the street.

Once there, they exited the car, and went to go sign in. Then they gathered in the middle of the square, all 42 residents of the Canada district. One came the huge screen on one end of the square, where they would watch reapings being broadcast live from the other districts. This was always a big event for the people at Capitol, who immediately after each year's reapings were finished would begin to fill out their brackets of who they thought would be eliminated early, and who would make it to the Elite Eight, Final Four, and who would win it all. This was called March Madness at Capitol.

The telecast started, and quickly the reapings from the districts began. As Canada's district number was 12, they would do their reaping last, after all the others were done. So they would first watch live the other Districts do theirs.

First was district one. One of the Districts known as the careers, along with districts two and four, they were known for being the pros of the competition. They even had their own mock version of the games inside their districts, called "The X Factor" The crowd shushed in anticipation. Host Ryan Seacrest called out the first name.

"One Direction, come on down!"

They watched as four handsome young men with British accents and one with an Irish accent came up to the stage on the screen. Next, Ryan Seacrest called out the other name for district one.

"Little Mix, you will be the other sacrifice for District One."

Four women walked down through the people on the screen and joined the boys on stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen of Denim, your district one sacrifices," announced Seacrest. "Now, to district two."

And so they went down the line, introducing the sacrifices for each of the two remaining districts. Justin only caught and remembered certain people onstage. He remembered hearing the name Gaga called as one of the sacrifices from district three. He noticed a small tattooed redheaded boy and a tall beautiful blonde girl get chosen from district six. He remembered a girl with a dollar sign in her name chosen from district eight. He noticed a very small redheaded girl with a foxface chosen from ten, along with a group that when picked, everyone one screen chanted it was what they wanted.

The time had now come to reveal who had been chosen from district twelve. He knew the odds were low, but he could not help but worry about his younger brother. Justin knew he would at least be able to fend for himself in the stadium, but he knew his brother would be too young to stand a chance. Seacrest drew the first name.

"Miley Cyrus"

Justin was petrified. Miley was one of his best friends. He had even recently spray painted a picture of her on his skate board park. He watched as she twerked her was up on stage, and he wasn't sure whether she was dancing or was in some sort of shock induced epilepsy. Justin could not believe what had just happened.

Could this day get any worse?

Seacrest reached into the pot and drew the next name.

"Pac Bieber"

Justin was stunned. His little brother began to sob next to him. Justin couldn't believe his little bro had been chosen. He would stand no chance against the humans. Justin needed to do something.

"I volunteer!" Justin screamed, full of emotion, "I volunteer as sacrifice!"

Justin ran up on stage, ignoring the staring eyes and screams around him. Sobbing, he joined his friend on stage. They raised their hands as Seacrest signed off the show.

As Justin stared out at the crowd, Justin realized the true implications of what he had done. He would soon probably never see home again. Or would he?

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Chapter 2: Never Say Never

Justin had a few hours to say his goodbyes and pack, under surveillance of the guards, then at nightfall their ride would depart for Capitol Records.

Just could hardly feel anything. He didn't want to go to Capitol and fight in the games. He did not want any of this. He thought about if he could run away. But of course he couldn't. There were guards watching him now at all times. A few years back, Justin remembered one of the chosen sacrifices had tried to run. The guards simply had cut off his legs to prevent him from trying to run again. He still was forced to fight in the games. He obviously didn't last long.

He was too numb to feel anything. His friends Chaz and John had come over to say their goodbyes, saying that they knew for sure that he would win and that they would see him again soon enough. But he believed none of it. And he knew they did not believe any of it either. For only one other person in the history of Canada had ever won the games from his district. And that person would be coming by soon to pick him up.

Justin sat down at the table with his brother and father for their final meal before he left. They ate in silence. Justin's father had never been a very good father, and Justin was afraid of what would happen to his brother Pac while he was gone. He made sure to call his friend to ask her to care for Pac while he was gone.
A knock came at the door. It was the only other Canadian victor.

"Time to go!" said Avril Lavigne.

"I can't leave, I'm just a sk8ter boi." said Justin.

"I know its hard, but you don't really have a choice." Avril pointed to the guards behind her.

So Justin went with her. They arrived at the airport, and boarded the plane which would fly them to the Capitol. Justin had never flown in a plane before, but he had other things on his mind, and far worse things to be afraid of.

Justin took a seat next to Miley and Avril. They were the only people on the plane besides the guards and the pilot.

“We don’t really have a chance, do we” Justin asked.

“Little, but you have to remember most everyone else is terrified to. You just have to outlast the others” said Avril.

“How? I know nothing about fighting. I just know how to sing and dance and have swag. That will do no good once the games begin.”

“Me neither” said Miley, as she stared out the window, trying to forget.

“Children, the secret is that to win you need any advantage you can find. You both can use your looks and abilities outside of the arena to your advantage.”

“If the people of the capital fall in love with you, you will get sponsors, and then they could help you win the games with even the littlest thing sent in.”

“Good thing I got that swag you know what I’m sayin’ yo?” danced Justin.

“Now get some rest” said Avril. “Once we land you will struggle to get any sleep at all.”

Wth that she left the section of the plane they were on and turned off the lights. Jusin and Miley both tried their best to fall asleep. Thoughts raced through Justin’s mind, and he tried his best to ignore them and rest. Eventually he fell asleep.

Almost immediately Justin and Miley were awakened. They looked out the window as the plane started its descent. As they got lower and lower to the ground, they started to catch glimpses of the grandeur of Capitol. Buildings made of gold records as far as the eye could see. They were speechless.

The plane landed and they were forced to get off by the guards. As they stepped off the plane, the saw the immense crowd that had gathered to watch all of the sacrifices arrive. Justin and Miley were terrified, so they just put their heads down and shoved past them all as quick as they could. They were quickly put in a car and taken to the games building to prepare. The next few days before the games actually begun would be brutal.

Justin and Miley were separated, and Justin was taken directed to costume design and makeup.

"Justin, we will now give you your choice of who you want to be your head designer. Here are your two choices."

They brought out two men. Justin knew instantly who both of them were. They were both immensely famous people.

"Hi Justin, my name is Justin too and I would love to help you win these games!" said the first one.

"Yo Justin I just know you got that swag son and I just want to make you win these games ya digg?" said the other one, pressing his button and turning around in his chair, as the light above him illuminated I want you.

Justin was awestruck, he loved both of these guys, he had looked up to both of them since childhood.

"I love both of you guys, but I have to go with my heart." said Justin.

"I choose team Usher"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" said Usher. "Now lets get to work, the parade is only hours away!"

To make Justin look cooler, they gave him hundreds of tattoos all over his arms and chest. Justin screamed in agonizing pain!

"Don't worry" said the lead of the design team "they will love this!"

"Who do you mean, they!" said Justin, in agonizing pain.

"The people" said Usher. "You have to make the people love you, and all these tattoos will make them think you are black, and therefore cool!"

"I've always wanted to be black!" said Justin.

"I can see that." said Usher, "Now, let me show you my finishing touch, that will surely win the people over." He then pulled out a pair of angel wings.

"You will come out in these, the people will love you" said Usher.

""Yeah man I see." said Justin.

"But wait, there's more dawg!" Said Usher, "Check this out!"

Usher pressed a button on the angel wings, and suddenly, they caught fire! Justin's face lit up.

"Man, you tryin' to kill me?"

"No, its not dangerous at all, touch it"

Justin touched it, and felt nothing. "That's pretty sick!"

"Now get ready, for we must leave for the parade now!" said Usher. "Don't worry, the people will love you."

They got in the car, and drove to the site of the parade. Justin now got closer looks at all of the details of Capitol. The streets were paved with gold. He was in awe.

Before he knew it, the car stopped. They were there. He stepped out of the car, and entered the building where the sacrifices would dress and where the parade would start. He exchanged glances with some of the other sacrifices. He looked out the window and saw the enormous crowd which had gathered on the each sides of the street to watch.

It was then that he was reunited with Miley. He saw that her designer had made her a pink underwear costume like a bear, and had found a huge bear to accompany her. She stuck her tongue out at Justin.

"Hey Justin, you ready?" Asked Miley, her face frightened.

"Yeah, we can do this, just stay calm." said Justin.

A voice boomed from outside. It was Ryan Seacrest. "Let the parade begin"

One by one, the sacrifices would march out, to the adoration of the crowd. It would start with district one, and end with district twelve, so Justin would go last.

First, out came the five boys from District One. District one always produced the crowd favorite, and often the winners, and these guys were no different from their predecessors. They waved to the crowd as they swooned, as they marched in one direction down the parade street. Next, out came the other sacrifices from District One. Out marched four young girls who called themselves Little Mix, and the crowd loved them too.

Next came the survivors from two, and then three, and so on. The girl from three had a eye drawn on one of her hands, and threw glitter at the crowd. But it was the girl from four who really left an impression on Justin. First, she did some seductive poses behind a red curtain as a song started to play, and then the curtain came up once the song reached the chorus. She then strutted down the catwalk, and handed her hat to the person at the end of the parade walk. The crowd seemed enchanted by the her and her movements. Justin himself was even a little wonder struck.

From district seven came a group of boys who reminded Justin of the boys from district one, but they called themselves the Janoskians. From district nine walked out a group of three brothers, one of them with some kind of insulin pump attached to his hip. They looked tough.

But it was district elevens two sacrifices that left the biggest impact on Justin. First, out came the boy from district eleven. He looked exactly like Justin and danced and sung like him too. He was exactly like a mini version of me, Justin thought as he heard his name announced as Austin. But he seemed pretty cool, and he would try to become allies with him in the arena. Then it happened.

Out stepped the female sacrifice from district eleven, and Justin was smitten instantly. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She did he sultry walk down the road and Justin couldn't contain himself as he watched her dark hair and perfect legs sway. He just wanted somebody to love, and he wanted to show her off. As far as he was concerned, there was going to be one less lonely girl. He listened to the announcer, waiting to hear this girls name. Finally, he heard it. "Selena"

Justin struggled to contain himself, as his turn was almost up. Now it was Miley's turn to enter the parade. She did her twerk down the aisle with her bear, and also a man dressed up as some sort of referee, and the crowd loved it. As he saw her reached the end, he knew it was now time.

It was now Justin's turn to go. As he prepared to walk out the door, he was suddenly thrown up in the sky. He was now falling back to earth. He panicked and pressed the button to turn his angel wings on, hoping against all hope they would work. Suddenly, they lit on fire and began to flap. He fluttered slowly and safely to earth, waving to the crowd. They crowd went into an uproar. They were amazed, and they cheered louder and longed than they had for anyone else. He landed on the ground and bowed.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said a flabbergasted Ryan Seacrest. "the flaming boy!"

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Chapter Three: Believe

Justin could not believe the way the crowd was cheering for him. The cheers were louder than they had been for anyone else, and still continued to grow louder, and he just tried not to trip before he reached the end of the walk. But the more they cheered, the more confident he got. He started to pop and lock his way down the road, showing off his cool dance moves, showing off his swag, and the crowd loved it.

He soon reached the end of the parade route, and stepped onto his podium and looked back at the crowd that was now behind him. His eyes wandered to the other sacrifices around him. The boy from district six, Cody if Justin remembered correctly, looked at him with a fiery menace in his eyes, and Justin realized that with the way he had gotten the crowds love, he had now become a major threat to win the games in every other sacrifices eyes. He saw the way the glared back him. He was now a priority target once the games begun. But as he scanned the others faces, trying to keep his composure, he saw something that made him lose it more that the hatred in the eyes of most of the other sacrifices.

He saw Selena’s cheeks turn red when their eyes met, and quickly look away.

Justin lost it. Could she possibly feel the same way about him that she felt about her? Thoughts rushed through his mind. Thoughts of spending the rest of his life with that girl. He wanted to get to know her better, now.

But he needed to focus on what was at hand, for there was no chance that they could be together, he knew. He held back the tears as the sacrifices were cheered again and the festivities of the parade came to a close, and the crowd dispersed. He didn’t need to distract himself like this. There was much work to be done, and the games were only a few days from beginning, and then the real stress would begin.

Justin and the other Sacrifices bowed to the crowd, and then were quickly guided offstage and into separate cars to take them to their next destination.

After ten minutes or so alone in the robotic, self driving car, the car stopped and Justin had arrived at his destination, along with all of the other sacrifices.

They had arrived at the building of training.

The building of training was renown around all of Denim for being a place where many of the games were won and lost, even before the games started. There, the next day, the sacrifices would have the chance to learn new skills, perfect the skills they already had, and prepare themselves for the games ahead. Finally,at the end of the day, they would meet with the people who are in charge of making the games, and show them their strengths one by one. As Justin looked up at the famous exterior with the twin pillars reaching up at the sky, with their tops out of sight, lost among the clouds above, he wondered what his strength would be. He knew swag wouldn’t be enough to impress the judges or survive in the games, for everyone at this level also had #thatpower.

Justin recalled back to a conversation that Usher had had with him and Miley the night before. He had told them that the real secret to winning the games wasn’t just getting the crowd to love you and getting sponsors, but was in fact getting the best allies you can to join you in the arena. Although only one of them would be crowned the champion of the 100th Hunger Games, the more strong people you had with you, not agaisnt you, at the beginning would be all the more helpful. Even the strongest individual had no chance on their own, he had said.

They got to the lobby, where the head gamemaker got on stage to address them.

"Hello, my name is Simon Cowell, and today…”

He was then cut off by the sacrifice from district seven, who had jumped up on stage suddenly. She was quite pale and had long dark hair.

“We’re the gladiators!” she yelled. “That’s why were making headlines!”

She continued, pointing at seemingly everyone in the room, one by one, “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! You’re cool. I hate you!”

“You!” she pointed at the five boys from district one, “You are pretty overrated and I find it odd you are even famous.”

She pointed at the pretty blonde, “You’re too flawless, and you are breeding no good in young girls. I am going to rip out your throat and eat it!”

Lorde then pointed at Justin and Selena, who weren’t too far apart from each other “And I hate you two most of all, you teens are the worst! In the arena, your white teeth are coming OUT!”

“And it won't feel better biting down either!”

One of the guards who had been alerted a minute before finally arrived and quickly shot her with a tranquilizer gun in the neck. She collapsed quickly and was rushed off stage and to another room, out of sight.

“Anyways as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, you will be here to learn skills to help you in the games. At the end of the day, you will each individually take a final test to demonstrate what you have learned to us, so we can rank you so we can give accurate odds for the gamblers that bet on the games"

"We will have several stations set up, with instructors to teach you different things."

"Now off you go now." said Simon.

Justin looked around the huge room they were now in and all of the different stations that were set up around it. There were so many different things to learn, and so little time to learn them. He scanned the room, looking for what station to look for. It was then that he felt a hand tap on his shoulder. It was Miley.

“Hey Justin, just wanted you to meet some of my new friends.”

“Hi, my name is Ariana! I’m from district ten.” said the little redheaded girl with Miley.

“AND MY NAME IS DEMI.” yelled the other girl standing next to Miley.

“Nice to meet you guys” said Justin. He needed allies once they got in the ring, but these people were not necesarily who he had in mind.

“WANT SOME?” Demi screamed Justin, offering him some strange white substance.

“No thanks, I only like the green. But thanks.” said Justin

“You sure man it’s good!” said Miley, who had clearly just tried some.

“YEAH JUSTIN LISTEN TO YOUR FRIEND MILEY TRY THIS” Justin began to realize that Demi could only scream. This could come in handy in the games, but it could also be disastrous.

“No thanks, I gotta practice.

“Where do you want to go first?” asked Miley.

“Not sure,” said Justin. “Demi and Ariana, do you have any ideas?”

“Lets go see what that station over there is!” suggested Ariana.

“Sounds like a good place to start,” said Justin. And so they headed over.

They got there and started talking to the teacher in charge of the station. He told them that they were at the station where they would learn what to eat in the arena. He showed them different kinds of plants and berries that they might see in the arena, and which were edible and which were not. But he couldn’t say for sure what ones they would see in the arena, as the environment changed year to year, and the location of this years special games wasn’t known yet.

They headed over to the next station, where they ran into two other sacrifices who were in line to learn.

“Hi, my name is Cher GRRRRRRRR” said the one.

“GRRRRRRR, thats an interesting last name.” commented Justin.

“Bbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Cher exclaimed.

The group looked at her, confused.

“Does that sound like a helicopter?” Cher asked.

“I guess…” Justin said, confused. “Anyways whats your name?” he asked the other sacrifice.

“My name is Olly Murs, pleasure to meet you!” he introduced himself, “Cher and I are from the same district, district X.”

“Well its nice to meet all of you!” He then noticed something out of the corner of his eye. The weird girl who had ran up onstage was now back amongst them. She was off in the corner chatting it up with the tall pretty blonde girl and the redhead boy. They looked like they were now friends somehow. But fifteen minutes ago she had just went off on the blonde girl. Justin had to go over and see what the hell was happening.

He ran over, “Hello, I don’t think we have actually met, but you seem to know me, so hello. Who the hell are you?” he asked.

“My name is Ella, but you can call me Lorde! And this is my friend Taylor and her friend Ed!” she said.

“Um hello..” said Ed

“Hi!” said Taylor. She was the most perfect person he had ever met. Too perfect for him.

“Why did you do all of that yelling at us?” Justin asked.

“I kind of cocked up, yes I did. I’m sorry.” said Lorde. “Anyways we are best friends now. Taylor invited me to her birthday party because we are totally friends now!”

It was then that Justin heard a whisper from across the room. It said “Tell em that its my birthday, tell em that its my birthday, tell em that its my birthday, when I part like that…”

“God is that you?” Justin asked.

“No, even better. When you’re ready, come and get it...”

Justin was ready. He followed the voice until he was in a dark hallway. He followed it to the end, and suddenly it was completely dark. He then felt a hand touch his shoulder. But it did not scare him. The hand was full of love.

“Hey.” the voice said. It was the girl from district eleven.

“Selena?”

Justin suddenly felt soft lips touch his. He kissed back. It was the best kiss he had even had. Their bodies came together. He began taking off her clothes, and she began taking off his. Soon they were both naked. He could feel the air become still and the darkness engulfed them. Justin put it in her and started rhythmically pounding her. She purred in pleasure pain. Justin moaned. This was even better than any prostitute ever had been. He felt himself getting near the climax. “Hold tight,” he whispered as he finished. They drew together and kissed. “Alright, now its my turn.” the voice said. Suddenly he felt something enter his butthole…

The lights turned on. “Justin! My god! Forget forever!” Justin looked forward and saw Selena yelling at him and running away.

Justin was confused! But he had followed her voice here. Then a dire thought crept int his head. “But if Selena was running away, then who was currently penetrating him?” he thought to himself. He then looked back in fear…

He then looked back to see the long haired boy from district one having his way with him.”Hi mate I’m Harry nice shag we’re having” he said in the feminine voice he had mistaken for Selena, as he pounded Justin.

“Oh my god get of me man I ain’t gay!” Justin said. He tried to wrestle free of him but Harry was too strong.

“Don’t run away from something you don’t know.” said Harry. “You and I, why don’t we go there?”

Justin thought about it. He wasn’t sure how he felt. He thought he like girls, but he hadn't ever felt anything like this. “Fine, just this once.”

Harry smiled and continued to ram him good. They both enjoyed every minute of it. After Harry was done they lay next to each other and held each other in silence. They fell asleep in each others arms.

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Suddenly an alarm came over the loudspeaker. Justin was awakened at once. “Oh no” he thought as he looked down at his watch. It was now 9pm. He had missed his final tryout for the judges! He saw a note next to him. He read it. “Sucker!” it said. Justin had been tricked by Harry. He had never loved him. Justin was crying as he heard his name called over the speakers, telling him to report at once for examination. He sprinted to the location given.

He arrived naked an out of breath. The guards gave him a bag to put on, and pushed him through the door into where the final examination would be held. He had barely prepared for this. But it was too late to feel sorry for himself. The door slammed behind him.

Before he had a chance to grasp his surroundings, the room went dark. Then, all of the sudden, the lights came on and he found himself on stage, surrounded by screaming fans. He wondered what the heck this was. He then saw an exit sign on the other side of the stage, about one hundred feet away. He must have to get there, he thought. So he started walking towards it.

All of the sudden, the crowd of girls started throwing something at him. Water bottles, he quickly realized. He was able to dodge some, but then the first one hit. And then more hit. He fell to the ground in pain. “Yo girls cut it out that hurts yo!” said Justin as he crouched on the floor. But more kept coming “Yo stop it! I quit I need help!” but Justin knew no help would come. He needed to fend for himself now, just as he would need to once the games began.

Justin stood up and began spitting at the girls throwing bottles at him. He dodged some more, and began spitting at them with even more vigour. Suddenly, the crowd started buzzing like a TV losing signal, and then suddenly, he found himself in an empty room with just the judges, sitting and observing him. They were furious.

“Why on earth would you spit?! You ruined our holograms!” said one.

“You shall pay for this!” said another.

“I did not spit on those girls yo!” said Justi defending himself

“We all saw you do it, you idiot” said the head judge.

“I did not do it! Man, I have had enough of this work! I need a break!” said Justin “I retire!”

The judges looked at him, stunned.

“You can’t retire you moron. You will pay for replacement holograms for us, and you will pay dearly for your tresspasses here today during the games.” said the head judge. “Now get out, at once!”

“I didn’t spit on them, you hear me!” Justin whispered under his breath as he left the room.

“We heard that young man! Now go to your room at once! You are now on time-out!”

“Fine! Gosh!” Justin screamed as he slammed the door shut. He had blown his chance. There was no way he got a high score now. He had thrown away his chance of winning the games.

And even more importantly, he had lost Selena.

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Chapter 4: Beauty and a Beat

Justin Bieber got back to his room, locked the door behind him and hid under the covers. He still couldn’t quite believe what he had just done. He started to sob uncontrollably. Soon the end of the night special where the gamesmakers would give their reviews of all of the sacrifices would come on the television screen, but he did not feel like watching at all. For he already knew what would surely happen, they would give him a terribly low score. And that would surely ruin his chances of winning the games. No one would want to be allies with someone so lowly touted, and worse yet, he would be seen as an easy target for all. He wanted nothing more than to ever leave this bed.

A knock came at the door. Justin knew who it was. It was Usher, his teacher, here to accompany him down to the lobby to watch that nights short broadcast. A knock came again. “Open up Justin,” Usher said. Justin managed to get himself out of bed and walk to the door and open it.

“Give me a couple minutes to get dressed.” Justin said, hoping to buy himself time.
“No time.” Usher picked Justin up and dragged him with him, down to the lobby Down in their lobby were just a few people. Miley was there, with her teacher, who was also her dad, Billy Ray, and also there were other costume designers and makeup artists and the other people who were assigned to help the sacrifices from district twelve. The other district's groups were probably having similar watching events tonight in other locations.

Justin glanced at the big clock on the wall. It was almost nine. Then the short broadcast would start. But the big event wasn’t until tomorrow night, when all of the sacrifices would appear on the biggest talk show in all of Denim, where they would all be interviewed by the legendary host Ryan Seacrest.

Justins thoughts were interrupted when the clock struck nine, and the television screen snapped on. He quickly took a seat next to Miley on the couch when Simon Cowell’s face appeared on the screen.

“Alright you all know how this works. But for those of you who do not remember, heres a quick refresher. Today, all of the sacrifices came in to hone their skills at various activities, while we watched secretly, then at the end of the day we watched them as each of them gave us a performance to showcase their individual skills. What they did in that final showcase is what we scored them on. We cannot tell you what any of the sacrifices actually did during their final evaluations, but we then ranked each of the competitors from who was least impressive to who was most impressive, 24 to 1. We will now count down the list of competitors, starting with the worst, Number 24.”

Justin knew that this would probably be him, and he cringed in anticipation.

“Number 24 is Katy Perry.” Simon said.

Justin was surprised he wasn’t chosen, but he knew his name would certainly be called soon enough.
“Number 23 is… Miley Cyrus.”

Justin looked next to him in horror, as he had no idea Miley had done as badly as him. But to his surprise, she got up and started celebrating. “J’s on my feet! J’s on my feet! J’s on my feet! Get like me!” Miley danced and cheered. Justin was confused.

“Why are you celebrating Miley?” he asked her.

“I wanted 23.” she said, simply. Justin didn’t understand at all, but he realized he was never not going to understand. Simon began to call the next name.

“Number 22 is Taylor Swift from district five.”

This surprised Justin too. He thought she would be a favorite. Maybe he did better than he thought. But he knew that was a lie. His name would surely be called sooner rather than later.

But Simon kept calling names, and kept calling names besides Jusin. Twenty. Fifteen. Ten. Soon enough they had reached the top five and Justin’s name still had not been called. Had they forgotten him, or had he simply missed it? He was confused.

“Number five is… Lorde.”

This made sense to Justin. She seemed like she was really a trendsetter and was better than all of them. Sim started saying the next name.

“Number four is… Lil Mix.”
The female sacrifice from District One was always a good bet to be up near the top of the list, and this year was no different.

“Number three is… The Wanted from District Ten.”

This one made no sense to Justin. They had barely even been noticeable. They must have done something very impressive in the judges room.

“Number two is… Justin Bieber.”

The room gasped, and then broke into applause. They must have thought he had a chance at one, but number two wasn’t bad at all. As they patted him on the back, he just couldn’t understand why he was so highly ranked. He just did not understand. Maybe the judges were trying to get him killed this way. He didn’t know whether to be happy or not. He pretended he was. Simon came on to call the last name.

“And finally. The sacrifice who we feel is the favorite to win the competition. Number one is…”

“One Direction.”

This also made sense. They were from District One, where the victors of the games came from many years, and they were strong as any sacrifice before them who had won the games.

“That concludes tonight’s broadcast. Make sure to tune in tomorrow night for Ryan Seacrest’s interview with all of the sacrifices. Just over 38 hours until the games begin! And may the odds be ever in your favor.” he said, and the screen turned itself off. Justin was exausted. He decided that he would go to bed early. He would have a long day tomorrow getting ready for the big interview tomorrow night. He stood up, nodded to everyone in the room, and headed off towards the elevator. As he stood there, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw the hottest girl he had ever seen in his life looking at him.

“Hey, you’re Justin from the television aren’t you?” she asked him.

“I am.” He answered.

“Hey, my names Chantel, wanna come party with me and some friend?’

“I can’t, I got to geet some sleep.”

“You sure sweetie? It would be such a shame to pass up this opportunity…” she gave him a very seductive look.

“Ok, I’ll go out for a little while girl.”

“Yes!” She did a little cheer and kissed him on the cheek. “Now hurry, lets go.”

They got in her car and headed off

“Where are we going?” Justin asked her as they weaved through the city, the likes of which Justin had never seen before in his life. He was captivated by all of the flashing lights.

“Just a party at one of my friends houses. Everyone will love to meet you!” She squeeled.

He continued to stare at all of the buildings that glowed as they past by. He looked up and they seemed to reach endlessly up into the sky. Soon, they had arrived at her friend’s house. It was massive. It looked bigger than the mayors house in District 12. They got out of the car and headed up to the door. Some people answered it.

“Chantel what’s up girl?” One girl said to him. Two other guys were at the door and they greeted her too. Then they noticed him.

“Whoa aren’t you that boy from the games. You’re like the favorite aren’t you? Chantel you know him?” How?!” the girl asked excitedly.

“I saw him when I was leaving work. He’s super cool.”

“What’s you’re name again?” One of the guys asked him.

“Justin. Justin Bieber.”

“Alright dude. Lets get you guys out of the cold and inside! Grab these guys some drinks!” Shantel’s friend said. He got inside. The one boy turned off the loud music and said over the microphone, “Justin Bieber is at our party, y’all!”

The group of people at the party roared in approval and Justin waved at all of them. Shantel pulled him into the kitchen.

“Lets do some shots!” she said.

“What are shots?”

“You don’t know what shots are? Oh man this outta be fun!” she screamed.

Someone handed them two small glasses full of clear liquid. He followed her lead as they both quickly drank it. It tasted terrible and burned his throat.

“What is this?” he asked.

“You’ll see soon. She poured them each another on and they drank it. And another one. And another one. And another one. And another one.

“Wanna dance with me?” she asked.

“Sure!” he said.

They headed to the dance floor, and he started doing his dance moves. She giggled at him.

“What the hell is that?” she asked him

“I’m dancing.” he said.

“Thats not dancing stupid, here try this!” she whispered to him, and suddenly he was humping her as she bent over. This was not dancing. But he saw everyone else doing it so he followed along.

Slowly he started to feel funny. He felt dizzy and like he wasnt in complete control of his body. He loved it, but at the same time he hated it.

“Shantel… I.. ugh need to go HOME!” he screamed at her.” He suddenly found himself laying on the ground.

“You can spend the night at my house babe. Let’s go” she said.

They got to her car. “I can’t drive” she said, handing him the keys. “You drive Justin.”

“Ok. I cant see good though.” he said.

“I live close.” she said.

Suddenly someone got into the car beside them, “Justin bro race me dude! Woooo!”

He fireed up his engine, so Justin fired up his. He had only driven twice before, but he wasnt about to lose to this doucher.

“Hold on!” Justin said. He slammed on the gas and sped off. Straight into a police car that was three houses away.

“Woo.” Went the police sirens.

“You’re under arrest.” said the police officer.

“What did I do?” Justin said, incapacitated.

“YOU HIT MY CAR!” said the officer.

“No I didn’t” said Justin. He then threw up all over the police officer.

“Do I smell alcohol in this throw up?” asked the police officer. “Do I taste alcohol in this throw up?”

“What is alcohol?” Justin asked.

“Why I outta… Get in the car!” The police officer put him in handcuffs and threw him in the backseat of his police car. “You’re going to jail. And they will rape you good there.”

Justin looked around for Shantel, but she had ran. He fell asleep in the back of the car.

When he woke up he found himself inside a large, cage-like room alone. He was lying on the cold hard ground. This was trouble.

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Chapter 5: Recovery

Justin Bieber had no idea where he was. The walls were all painted white around him in this small room he was trapped in. His head pounded with intense pain. He could see out the window that the sun was rising. He had sos much to do today, but here he was stuck here in this small cell.

He had been laying there for a long time when suddenly he heard voices deep in conversation down the hall. He had noticed this before, but this time he heard one of them say his name.

Suddenly, one of the guards came to his cell and opened the door. “You’re free to go, kid.” he said.
Justin walked out of the cell and saw the guard that had come to pick him up to take him back to the games. He had got lucky this time. Due to his fame as being one of the sacrifices in the games, he would not have to face any sort of consequence for his actions. The guard directed him to his car, and they took off back towards the hotel.

They took off down the road, driving by buildings that looked similar to the buildings Justin had stared at the previous night.

“You know you killed two police officers in your crash last night, right?”

“No I didn’t.”

“”Yes, you did. There are a lot of people in the Capitol who want you to be put to death before the games even start.”

“Man they don’t even know me! I’m sick of this ish maine.”

“Justin, you killed two people! Do you not understand that?”

“Man I don’t care. Haters gonna hate man.”

“I hope you don’t win the games man, you got some real nerve kid.”

“Don’t you call me kid I am a man! Look at these tattoos! I am hard!” Justin screamed. “Wanna fight man? I’ll hit.”

Just then they arrived at the hotel. The guard pushed Justin out of the car and drove off.

Justin walked through the door and entered the hotel. He went up to his room and went in to bed and fell asleep. He just wanted to escape all of his problems and go home to his family. He fell into a deep sleep.

He was awaked much like the previous day with a knock from Usher at his door. He saw that the sun was setting and he knew that the show with Ryan Seacrest was only a short time away now.

‘Yo, Justin we are late man lets go!”Usher opened the door.

Justin quickly threw on the clothes and ran out the door. Usher ran with him to the car and they sped over to their destination, the head Capitol building, where the studio where the show would be held was somewhere inside.

As soon as they pulled into the parking lot, they were greeted by two women who directed them where to park, then walked them inside.

“You’re late.” One said. They got into one of the elevators and took off up towards their destination.

“First we will take you to a room where we will do your makeup and design your clothes and tell you what to say during your interview. Then at nine o’clock we will head up to the studio where the interview will be.”

“What floor are we headed to?” Justin asked.

“Your dressing and prep room is on floor 83. Then the studio is on the hundred and thirty second floor.”

“And you guys are my makeup people?”

“Yes, how silly of me! My name is Sarah, and this is Maria.”

“Hello ladies!” Justin said. The elevator stopped and they got off. They walked down a long white hallway. Finally, they got to the dressing room.

The door opened and Justin saw costumes laid out everywhere. He sat down where the girls told him to, a chair by a mirror. They started putting makeup on him.

“So Justin,” Usher said, “The first choice you have is what you want to wear. I’ve made two costumes for you to coose from with the help of your designers here Sarah and Maria.”

Justin tried to see through the cloud of makeup to look at them, but he couldn’t quite make it out, and the makeup fog in the air hurt his eyes.

“You’ll have to wait until we are finished and the makeup has all dried.” said Sarah.

“Alright.” Justin just tried to keep his eyes shut and think about what he was going to do during the interview. Would they know what he had done last night, when he was arrested? So many different thoughts rushed through his mind.

“Just wait for a minute.” Maria said.

Justin shut his eyes and counted to sixty. Shortly after he finished, she told him it was ok to open his eyes. He looked in the mirror and saw his new look. His hair was gelled up and he was looking pretty fly.

“Yeeaah man I look fresh! Thanks ladies!” Justin said. Justin was making a conscious effort to improve upon his manners.

“You’re welcome superstar!” They said and smiled, glad he had so nicely shown them his appreciation.

“Now Justin, lets get to picking out a costume.” Usher said. They walked over to the other room where the outfit options had been laid out for him.

“Alright Justin, this is outfit number one.” They pulled out the outfit.

“It’s just a yellow raincoat?” Justin asked. “This doesn’t make any sense!”

“Listen Justin we don’t exactly have much of a budget here we are trying our best”

“Where did you find this, a thrift shop?”

“Hey man quit stealing my stuff!” Some white guy fell down through the roof of the room as it crumbled above them into the room and grabbed the raincoat.

“Are you alright!” Justin said, panicking.

“Its alright, happens all the time dude! The ceiling can’t hold us!” One other person had fell through the ceiling with him. They left the room with the coat.

They just stared in silence not sure what had happened for a moment before. Finally Usher spoke up.

“Well I guess you are going to have to wear this other outfit we made because its all we have now.”
As soon as Justin saw it, he knew he loved it. He tried them on just to make sure they fit. They fit perfectly.

“Guys, I love it! Thank you so much! Its perfect!” Justin said. His outfit was a pair of pearly white slacks, some white Jordans, an all white jackets, and a snapback. Underneath was a royal purple mountain majesty colored dress shirt. He was going to look fly as a mother up on stage tonight.

“We’re so glad you like it. Even if I was pulling for the raincoat.” Maria said.

“Maria, why would you play me like that?” Justin asked.

“Justin now we need to talk about what you need to do when your on stage. Its almost time for us to go upstairs.”

“Alright.”

“You just need to be you. We know how great you are, and the people all already love you. You need to make them love you even more. If you solidify yourself as their favorite, they will be a key tool in raising the money to getting you sponsors in the games and that may be the key to getting you the win.”

It occurred to Justin that Usher possibly didn’t know what had happened last night.

“What should I do?” he asked him.

“Well like I said, you just need to be you, its as simple as that. Ryan will steer the conversation towards his topics, but it will probably be things we can anticipate, like how you stepped in for your brother as sacrifice, or how you lit up the parade. Just be charming.”
“I can do that.” Justin flashed him a smile.

“Now lets go upstairs! Its almost time for the show to begin!”

The four of them got in the elevator and headed up to the until they arrived at the hundred and thirty second. As they got out of the elevator, Justin took a quick glance out one of the windows and saw that he couldn't even make out the ground from this high up. This was incredible.

They were quickly guided back to a room where they would wait for when it was Justin's turn to come on stage. Like the parade, they would go in order from one to twelve, so Justin would go last again. Each sacrifice would get two minutes each on stage talking to Ryan. Justin saw a clock on the wall, counting down to the start of the show. It was just over two minutes away. Usher then saw the legend come up behind him, pushing his way through. Ryan Seacrest was shorter than he looked on TV, but he was instantly recognizable to all of the sacrifices. He briefly addressed them.

“Alright guys lets have a good show out there! And may the cods be ever in your flavour!” He said, uttering his famous catchphrase. And then he was off to take his place behind the desk on stage.

“Thirty seconds until minions spawn… I mean thirty seconds until we are live.” a stagehand announced to them. They were lined up in order of the order they would take the stage. Justin, as he had been at the parade, was last.

“Five seconds!” the stagehand announced!

“And we are live!”

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Chapter 6: Confident

“Ladies and gentlemen, Ryan Seeeeeaaaaacressssstttttt!”

The crowd roared in approval. There was a large screen backstage where they could watch what was happening onstage. The audience was just enormous. It was hard to believe that so many people could fit in the audience.

Seacrest trotted out on stage, waving and smiling to the crowd. “Thank you, thank you! I love you all!” He said.

“Ladies and gentleman boy do we have a show for you all tonight! Tomorrow starts the day that you guys have been waiting for for three hundred and sixty four days now!”

“Tomorrow is the start of the one hundredth Hungry Games!”

The crowd roared in approval. They chanted “Death! Death! Death!” and “We Want Blood!”

“I know you all are just excited as me to see what Simon Cowell and the rest of the gamesmakers have in store for us this year! I know it will be unlike anything we have ever seen before! But what will it be?”

The crowd roared again.

“Anyways, enough delay. Lets bring out our first sacrifice. Ladies and Gentlemen, from District One, One Direction!”

The crowd cheered and clapped as the five young men took the stage ad sat on the couch next to Seacrest.

“Now first, can you go ahead and introduce yourselves to our audience please.”

They each stood up one by one introducing themselves.

“I’m Louis”

“I’m Niall.”

“I’m Zayn, the ethnic one!”

“I’m Liam Hemsworth, I mean Payne.”

“And I’m Harry Styles.”

“And together we are, One Direction.” They said in unison.

The crowd swooned. They loved them. How would Justin ever be able to match this love. He had to, but he couldn’t see how he ever would.

“Now boys, you were given the number one position as favourites for the games by the gamesmakers. Can you tell us what you did?”

“Well,” said Harry. “When we got here we were kind of five separate individuals.”

Continued Liam, “When we talked with Simon, we weren’t the best, but he said that if we all united as one true super group, we could be unstoppable.”
“And that's why you got the highest score?”

“Yeah mate pretty much.” Niall said.

“We are going to win these games, no doubt!” Harry announced.

The crowd roared in approval of their audacious announcement.

“Wow, thats quite the announcement!” Ryan said. “Zayn, do you have anything you want to add?”

Zayn shook his head. “No I dont actually contribute anything to this team besides diversity. They really don’t like it when I talk. But if I did have something to say, it would be that I would love it if we could talk about poverty and hunger in my home nation of….”

“Oh and we’re out of time!” Seacrest cut him off. They were ushered off stage.

“Alright next up is Little Mix!” The girls came up on stage. Suddenly Justin felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Justin we need to talk.” It was Usher

“Whats up?”

“I forgot to hook up the key to your costume. The flames!”

“Do we have to do this again?” Justin asked.

“Let it burn, let it burn…” Usher stated.

“Gotta let it burn!” Usher added.

“Alright.” Justin said as Usher began hastily sewing on the devices that would create the flames. Yet again, Justin would be catching the feelings of the audience by catching fire.

Usher finished sewing on the fabric. “So, when you are ready to come out, just press this magic button.”

“Ok.” Justin said.

“You’re going to do great, J Dawg. Don’t worry.” And Usher left again.

Justin looked back at the screen to see how much he had missed.

The five girls from the group from District 4 were now heading off the stage to polite applause from the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen that was Fifth Harmony!” Seacrest exclaimed.

“Alright up next is our female sacrifice from District 5, it’s our sweetheart Taylor Swift!”

She walked out to applause from the crowd. They still seemed to adore her, even though she had ranked low according to the gamesmakers in the training.

“Welcome Ms. Swift!”
“Hi! Before we start can I just say how flawless and adorable all of you are!’ She said to the crowd. They loved it.

“Now Taylor, you seem like a nice girl, is that why you think you got such a low rank by the gamesmakers?”

“Well, you know Ryan, it does hurt when people do things like that. I thought that when you grew up, when you weren’t in school anymore, you wouldn’t have to deal with bullies anymore. I guess I thought that meanness was something that we outgrow.”

“You do realize where you are right, being nice isnt going to win you the games?”

“And I think one thing that I’ve learned when I realized that, is that it’s not so much about wishing away mean people because they tend to be the kind of people you can’t change, so I think it’s better to focus on what you can change.”

“Well said, but I’m not sure how this is all going to help you compete in the games though.”

“I wrote you all a song about it! Would you like to hear it?”

The crowd cheered in approval. Taylor pulled out from behind the chair a guitar disguised as a banjo and started playing.

“You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me, you have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing…” she began singing. She was so pretty and talented. sang a beautiful song about people being mean and how she ignored them. When she finished the crowd stood up and threw roses on the stage. Somehow, she had become a fan favorite. How could Justin ever hope to match that?
Up next was the short redheaded boy from District Five, his name was Ed if Justin remembered correctly.

“So Ed, whats been your impression of Capitol so far?”

“This city never sleeps! I hear the people walk by when it’s late.”

“Its gotta be such a strange adjustment coming from a rural district to Capitol. Has it had any effect on you?”

“What I do isn’t up to you! And if the city never sleeps then that makes two!” Ed said defiantly.

“Alright, sounds good, no need to get angry boy.”

“Hey you need me man, I don’t need you!” He stood up and walked off the stage. The crowd was stunned silent.

It was around this time that Justin started to get really nervous, and started to not pay full attention to the broadcast. He noticed the girl with the dollar sign in her name come out and take the stage, and throw glitter at the crowd. They loved her it seemed. Another group called Five Seconds of Summer from District 6 came out and the crowd loved them too it seemed. They also applauded respectfully for the group of brothers from District Nine who went by the name Jonas. Selena came out and got decent applause, as she threatened to make the stars dance and somehow use this as a weapon in the games. The crowd seemed to like many of them, but the biggest applause had come for the One Direction and Taylor. That was until the boy from District Eleven took the stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, only three sacrifices left to introduce!” Seacrest announced, “Please welcome to the stage, from District Eleven, Austin!”
Out he walked, with the exact same suit on as Justin had on. He was sagging his pants just like Justin was. He had the same earrings and fake tattoos. The same snap back. And he was walking the same way that Justin walked. The crowd stood up and cheered! Austin danced to his seat, identical to the dance moves Justin had prepared! This was an outrage! But the crowd was loving it. “That should be me!” Justin thought to himself angrily. Had there been some sort of spy cameras set up in his room? How had Austin known? It couldn’t be a coincidence. Justin looked up and saw that Austin had just finished his interview, and the crowd was standing and cheering louder than they had for anyone else.

Miley took the stage next and the crowd liked her too. She had really toned down her behavior to try to give off a different, more mature vibe, and it had worked. Her interview seemed to go by in an instant.It was suddenly his time to go on stage. A stage hand pushed him towards the stage. Miley walked by and quietly whispered good luck to him.

“Ladies and Gentleman, our final sacrifice, from District Twelve, Justiiiiiiin Bieeeberrrrrr!”

“Justin walked out onstage and froze, staring out the crowd. They applauded, but they soon realized he had Austin’s same outfit on, and they quieted down. Justin somehow managed to walk all the way to his seat. Ryan Seacrest asked him a question, but he couldn't understand a word of it.

“What?” he asked.

“I said, thats a nice original costume you got there!” He laughed. The crowd laughed with him.

“Hey we thought of this first, I’m sure they just copied us.”

“There’s no way they would do that. You can’t prove it.”
“You’re right, I can’t.” Justin was sad. The crowd was silent. But then he remembered.

“You know what Ryan, I can’t prove it, but I can show you the thing that Austin and his posse forgot to copy!” Justin stood up. “Watch this!”

Justin pressed the button and all of the sudden he was ablaze. They were fake flames of course, so he felt nothing, but he could tell by the way the audience jumped back in their seats that it looked real. After around twenty seconds, the flames burnt out. The crowd jumped to their feet and made the loudest applause of the night. “Flaming boy! Flaming boy!” they chanted. Justin looked out at them with renewed confidence.

“Wow!” Ryan Seacrest said, channeling his inner Howie Mandel. “You definitely have the wow factor Justin!”

The crowd sat down and tried to quiet down. Eventually to an extent they were able to.

“Now, Justin I have to ask you one more important question. How do you feel about killing those two police officers last night?” He smiled. Justin froze up again. The crowd gasped.

“Well, you know…” He couldn’t think of what to saw. Seacrest had got him. But then it came to him.

“My goal when I came here was to win these games, and nobody is going to get in my way. They got in my way, so I took ‘em out. Let that be a lesson to anyone who tries to stop me again.” Justin announced, and stood up and left the stage. Ryan tried to shake his hand, but Justin went in for the handshake, then pulled out.

“Not today, boy.” he said as he rejected the handshake and walked off to the ooohs and aaahs of the crowd. He was definitely now the most captivating sacrifice in the games. He had achieved his first goal. Now he would have to start on achieving his second goal, and that would start tomorrow.

That goal would be to win the 100th edition of the Hunger Games.

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The sunlight had not even begun to shine through the hotel window’s curtains when Justin Bieber was awakened by two men yanking him out of his bed. They covered up his mouth and chloroformed him, putting him right back to sleep. This was all highly unnecessary and a waste of the taxpayer’s money, but these two security guards did not seem to care one bit. They had been given a simple job: Transport Justin Bieber as quickly and as quietly out of the hotel and to the transportation station as possible. The dragged him out of the room and down seventy flights of stairs, (the elevator was out of order that morning) and put him into the government issued car waiting in the parking lot to transfer him to the airport.

The 100th edition of the Hunger Games would begin in three hours.

The car sped down the highway, and soon arrived at the airport. Justin was unloaded, and like all of the other sacrifices, was put into the storage hull of the transportation plane. At this point, the chloroform was starting to wear off, so he and the other sacrifices were chloroformed another time. Once they were all loaded, the plane took flight, off to its destination two hours away.

The plane landed at the next airport, and the sacrifices, still unconscious, were unloaded into the transportation vehicle which would take them to the arena. A short drive later, they arrived, and the sacrifices were handled and dropped off at each of their different dressing rooms. Once inside, the doors were locked and their entourages were alerted of their arrival.

Justin awoke to find himself in an all white room, laying on the floor, his body aching like he had been raped by big black men all night, but not in the good way like he usually ached after nights like that. Also, he couldn’t remember anything from the night before, past when he and Austin Mahone had played that epic game of one on one basketball where nobody had scored because they were each so good at defense that must be it.

He looked up and say Usher looking down at him. He helped Justin to his feet. He pointed to a clock on the wall, which was counting down.

“Less than five minutes until the games start Justin!” Usher said.

Justin, realizing he was still butt naked, quickly got dressed. Soon he would be loaded into the pod in the corner of the room, which would take him to the arena.

“Any last advice for me Usher?” Justin pleaded.

Usher pulled out a piece of paper from his breast pocket and put on his reading monocle.

“Justin, when I met you, the first thing that struck me was just what a wonderful young man you were. So respectful, and so humble. It has been my honor to be your coach, and if I could go back one week, without a doubt I would still turn around in my chair for you. You got this Justin. You deserve what happens to you out there, dawg.”

Justin was crying now. “Thank you baby.”

“You’re welcome, now get in that tube!”

Justin climbed in just in time to be rocketed upwards into the arena.

As he emerged, he looked out and saw the glorious environment they had prepared for them. He looked around in a circle and saw all of the fellow sacrifices in a circle around the Californicopia in the middle on an island with all of the supplies on it. They were each on stands protruding out of the water, each around 100 yards from the island in the middle. He looked behind him and saw that the lake ended with a beach, and then backed up into a dense forest in all directions. He exchanged glances with some of the sacrifices around him. Selena smiled at him. Austin smiled at him. One Direction glared. The voice of Ryan Seacrest came over the speaker system.

“Welcome to the 100th anniversary of the Pop Star games! The games will begin in ten, nine, eight….” Seacrest began counting down. Justin was nervous, but he was also ready. There was now no doubt in his mind he was going to win this. And he was going to save Selena too. He was sure this was his moment

“Three, two.”

“SWAGGIE” Justin exclaimed, leaping off of the stand and into the water towards the Californacopia, with a big smile on his face.

But as you all know you can’t leave your stands until the countdown ends, and unfortunately for Justin, he had never learned how to correctly count down from three. As soon as he hit the water, he was electrocuted all throughout his body.

But he was still alive. Unfortunately for him. Because now the sharks had come to gang rape him. And these were no ordinary sharks. These were mega sharks, and they raped Justin for three days and three nights before finally eating him and then throwing him up and eating him again. This process also went on for a few days. These sharks were later given medals of honor by the government for their actions in the games. But this is not important to the story now. After six days of brutal and bloody shark rape and shark ingestion, Justin, still barely alive, thought that now they would finally kill him and put him out of his miserable existence. He was wrong. Out came Tiger Woods, armed with a nine iron in one hand and a box of magnum extra large condoms in the other. He then proceeded to rape Justin from behind, while sticking the nine iron so far up Justin’s erythrea that in came out of Justin’s butt. Justin continued to scream out to god for help, but still none came. Finally, Tiger was finished saying “GET IN YOUR HOME and decided enough was enough. He picked Justin up and snapped his puny body in half over his knee. At this point the whole lake was red with blood from Justin’s rectum. And Justin was dead. The cannon finally sounded, and Mr. Seacrest’s countdown could continue.

“...one. AND THE ONE HUNDREDTH POP STAR GAMES HAS NOW OFFICIALLY BEGUN” called out Seacrest.