Alright mortals, so I'm a little pissed right now. Apparently one of my favoritest people ever *cough* cxcxcx *cough * never read the Hunger Games. Pardon my language, but what the actual fuck? So, this is not going to be the Hunger Games, but instead something a little more... aca-awesome.
This is not a rewrite, but rather, a better sequel. Like seriously, I love the Hunger Games, I really do, but the ending of Mockingjay sucked. My fic will start at the end of Mockingjay when the rebels stormed the Capitol, and Snow got shot. Fuck the epilogue, in my book, that never fucking happened, because it sucked. I've also added a few ... Alex style twists that will be made known later. MWAHAHAHAHA! Be ready mortals. The world is watching!
Also, this isn't the poll fic for those of you who will understand this. This is me being an idiot and taking on another project for an aca-awesome friend, to which this entire story is dedicated to. Yes my dear, you know who you are, and you know this fic is all for you.
I own nothing. It sucks but its true, but I say this so now motherfuckers can't sue! May the odds be ever in your favor bitch!
Paradise – Coldplay
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly.
And dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh
She dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
La la la La
La la la
So lying underneath those stormy skies.
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I know the sun must set to rise.
This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
This could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
THUNK
The arrow tip sank almost directly into the middle of the target. Approximately a hundred yards away, the shooter stood and pulled out a pair of binoculars to examine her shot. Frowning, she put them away and walked over to the target board.
In the small red painted circle of the target, the arrow that she'd just shot was just a quarter of an inch away from being dead center. Yanking the arrow out, the shooter snapped it half in frustration.
"FUCK!" she roared.
This was completely unacceptable! She'd been practicing with the new weapon for nearly a year now, and this was the kind of progress she had? What would her Grandfather say about this? For fucks sake, this was just sad!
Throwing the broken arrow pieces to the side, not caring about where they landed in her anger, she stormed back to her original shooting position, pulled a fresh arrow from her holder and once more drew the string back to her cheek.
Closing her eyes, she remembered why she was here, why the Granddaughter of one of the most powerful men in the world was hiding out in the woods, shooting arrows into a target.
Exhaling slowly, she aimed at the barely visible dot in the distance, as the memory from four years ago washed over her.
"Grandpa, I'm scared." A young girl whispered in the dark.
"Shh ... Baby, all is well. Remember what I told you about fear?" President Snow said.
"Fear is for the weak, an excuse for others' inaction." The girl dutifully recited. "For the strong, it is just a word, nothing more."
"Right." President Snow smiled. "That's my good girl. Now, I'm going to have to go now-"
"-Grandpa, please don't go!" The girl cried. "You are all I have left and they'll kill you!"
"Yes, they will, and you have no idea how much I regret this." He said sadly. "But baby, in order to save you, I have to do this. But I know that my death will not go unavenged, right? Listen to me ... in a few minutes, the rebels lead by Katniss Everdeen will break into our home. Before this happens, I'm sending you away-"
"-Grandpa no!" The girl cried. "I want to stay with you!"
"Aubrey!" President Snow said harshly. "I will not accept such insubordination. You will do as you're told dammit! I need you to live and carry on my work. You will do as I tell you, and when the time is right, you will avenge my death. My two most trusted guards Allen and Camp will accompany you out of the Capitol, understood?"
"Yes sir." Aubrey said quietly, doing her best to not cry in front of her Grandfather, the man who raised her from a young child, and the only living family she had left.
"Aubrey, baby, listen to me." President Snow said gently, cupping his only Granddaughter's face in his hands. "Bad people are going to do bad things. The rebels are going to try and find you and hurt you. No matter what you see, no matter what I might say after this, you cannot come out of hiding until YOU know that it is time. Aubrey, this is very important. In a few years, this entire society will come crashing down. The rebels are going to take over, and ruin my life's work."
"What am I suppose to do Grandpa?" Aubrey asked quietly, a new resolve now in her voice.
Pale grey eyes met brilliant emerald green ones as President Snow began to speak.
"Aubrey, I need you to become even stronger then you are now, I need you to become the strongest person in the world actually. I want you to become the leader that this country will need to heal. You have to be strong enough to take back what is rightfully yours and to avenge my death. Remember what I stood for, and fight for that. Can you do that?"
"Yes." Aubrey said, the heavy mission lying weightily upon the twelve year old girl's shoulders. "Grandpa, I will not let this be the end of your legacy. I will run now, but when the time comes, never again. I promise you Grandpa; this will only be the beginning!"
"Good." President Snow smiled. "Now go baby! Know that I love you. And remember the mission."
"I love you too Grandpa." Aubrey smiled sadly, finally letting a few tears fall down her cheeks. "And the rebels will only have a short victory. I will take my country back."
"Never forget that." President Snow said, finally relaxing a bit. "Now, you really must go!"
Kissing the old man's forehead, she allowed herself to be escorted out of the mansion by her father's two most trusted guards. Through the burning city they ran, dodging bullets, rebels, and all manner of chaos that a hostile takeover would provide. Soon, they would be out of the city limits and in the clear.
Just as they were crossing out of the city, they ran into some rebels. Quickly shoving Aubrey out of the way of the oncoming bullets, Allen and Camp opened fire on the men in front of her. From behind the wall Allen had been shoved her to, Aubrey watched in silent horror as her friend; a man she had grown up with was riddled with bullets. Slumping to the ground Allen lay in the streets on a pool of his own blood, never to move again.
However, never once did another tear fall, never once did she allow herself to falter, to let the situation overwhelm her. As Camp grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet, Aubrey followed without a second's hesitation. This was it, the war was a reality, Panem was falling and right now, there was nothing she could do, but watch as her streets burned and innocent people were murdered in front of crying families.
This would not be the world she was promised. She was told that one day she would inherit the country, and lead the country to even greater heights of glory. Now, she would have to fight to take back her birthright, to fix the damage done by the senseless, evil rebels. So be it.
She had her mission now, and the Everdeen family would pay for what they had done. Every single rebel that had a hand in her father's death would feel her wrath tenfold. They would all pay for the pain that they caused her, and for taking the life of her Grandfather. If it was war that these fuckers wanted, it would be a war they would get. There was no way she would allow these crimes to be committed without the perpetrators facing justice. The rebels wanted to completely tear apart society, and now it was her job to put it back together. It would fall on to her shoulders to stop the mad woman who started this all.
Katniss Everdeen was going to regret the day she ever volunteered for the Hunger Games, that, Aubrey was going to make certain of.
Pursing her lips, Aubrey slowly exhaled as the memory faded away, and then with barely a whisper, she let her arrow fly once more.
With the sound of air being sliced through, the arrow sailed down the range and sank into the target with a barely audible thunk. Not even bothering to check her shot, Aubrey pulled out another arrow and sent it down the range in a matter of seconds. These two times however, her aim was spot on, and with a crack, the second arrow completely split through the first arrow she had fired, which had landed in the dead center of the target.
With a small smile, Aubrey handed her bow to her trusted friend, and personal guard Alexis Camp, and walked down the range to retrieve her arrow. Wiggling the arrow out of the target, Aubrey smirked.
For four years long, she and Alexis had been on the run, living in the woods, honing their skills, and gathering support. As they traveled from town to town, through the new Districts, Aubrey and her guards would recruit people for their cause. People from all walks of life, from former Peacekeepers to people wronged by Katniss' new dictatorship, to those seeking revenge on the rebels that tore their homes and lives apart. They all rallied under her cause.
She was sixteen now, the same age as that bastard Katniss was when she entered the Hunger Games. She had an army of about a thousand back at camp, and even more supporters spread through out the Districts. Though they were small in number, they had heart and skill and the drive. They also had Aubrey leading them.
She had fulfilled her promise to her Grandfather, and had become an exemplary leader, even though she was still of a young age. She knew all manner of battle tactics and strategies. Her supporters were all fiercely loyal, and would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked. The time was right now to take back her home.
"Camp!" Aubrey barked, summoning her personal guard.
Running over, the woman handed Aubrey her bow and bowed slightly. "Yes ma'am?"
"It is time." Aubrey said. "Gather my troops. We go back to my home tomorrow."
Shocked, the woman could barely speak.
"Are you deaf Camp?" Aubrey growled. "I gave you your orders, now go! After four years, the time is finally here. I will fulfill my promises to my Grandfather and take back my country. Panem will be reclaimed, and the rebels will pay for every ounce of blood they've spilled. They will be held accountable for their heinous crimes, and I will ensure that peace, justice, and the glory of Panem will be restored."
"Yes ma'am." Camp said quickly, before scurrying off to go ready the troops.
Yes, the day was finally here. Soon, Aubrey and her army would march back to the Capitol, and reclaim her home. The time for running and hiding was over. Like a tidal wave, they would sweep through each District, freeing them from the evil grasps of the new government.
Through her travels, Aubrey was appalled to see the conditions of the people. The starvation, the disease, everything was just unbelievable. This was how Katniss ran her country? With an angry growl, Aubrey slammed her fist through the near by target, completely shattering the wooden structure. Even thinking about the pain that was being caused to her country men enraged Aubrey. How could a leader be so negligent, so cruel? It was beyond any frame of mind Aubrey could possess.
Staring at the splintered fragments of wood on the ground, Aubrey knew that the time was right. It had to be now. It was time to reclaim her home and rightful place as leader of the country. For far too long, she had been in hiding, but no more ... she was done. No matter what tomorrow would bring, she was ready. Victory or defeat, it did not matter anymore. She would rather die fighting, than live this way for another second.
Shouldering her bow, Aubrey walked back in the direction of the camp. Tomorrow, all of Panem would know her name, and District 11 would burn.
So how was that motherfuckers? Shortish, I know, but I promise, chapters will be longer, story will develop and our favorite badass will appear soon. Anyone else think its funny that Brittany Snow's last name is Snow, and President Snow, was well, President Snow! I'm sorry, I just had to.
So, tell me what you think, and I promise that I will read and reply to each review next chapter! And if this sucked, tell me, and I'll stop embarrassing myself now.
