A/N: So, before I begin I would like to say this story is all about being in an Alternate Universe. For Instance: Prim is never reaped. Due to the fact that Prim is never reaped, Katniss never wins with Peeta. Due to the fact that Katniss never wins with Peeta, a new OC wins the 74th for 12. Due to the fact that this OC wins the 74th, The Victor Games never happen. Due to the fact that the Victor Games never happen, the Rebellion never happens. And do to the fact the Rebellion never happens, Snow stays in reign and the Hunger Games continue on. Why, you ask? Because I like having OC's ^-^ and it also benefits the story.

Now with that said, you may be wondering: So if the trilogy just basically never happened, what did?

OC#1 (our main character, who goes by the name of Ivy Hayes) wins the Games for 12 (woo hoo). Ivy Hayes, a.k.a new female Victor, goes on to mentor for the Quell. That's it. You have to read to find out the rest. Onward and forth!

P.S. This used to be a Gale/OC fic, but I found more inspiration here so... Sorry ^-^

Prologue

Dark. That's what registers first in the back of her mind. Everything is so terribly dark, it's a wonder she can see his sleeping form. The tributes small body is outlined on the forest floor, his breathing even and steady. He is snoring lightly, and she pities him. At least she would get it over with; if the Careers had found him he would be dead.

She rolls him over on his back and his eyes flutter open for a second, but shut again quickly enough. He's only twelve; he doesn't understand that sleeping on the floor could bring him such a painful death, anyway you roll the dice.

Picking up the poisoned concoction she had made, she uses a dropper to put a few drops in his already open mouth. The reaction is instant. His breathing quickens and his eyes fly open, crazed and already dripping blood. His hands scratch at his throat as he struggles to breathe. It looks like asphyxiation, but the two tributes know better. He's been poisoned with Lenadine, a deadly concoction which – when made right – causes a slow, painful, suffocating death. She smiles at him gently and closes his blood-filled eyes.

"Go to sleep, darlin. It's all over," she says, her voice sweet with affection and a tinge of accent that isn't quite Capitol. The boy eventually stops struggling, and she barely notices the knife that had been lying carelessly beside him.

"Oh you poor, poor, baby," she says, picking it up. "If you had a chance, you probably would have killed me, wouldn't you?" She knows she's talking to no one in particular as she searches his meager supplies – socks, a blanket, a water bottle empty of water, and a few drops of iodine as well as the knife he had on him – but can't seem to care. Leaving everything else besides the iodine, she stands uneasily and stares at his purple-tinged face, his backpack lying gently under his mess of red curls.

Her own pack is full with things she had robbed of the tributes she had killed in their sleep, as well as a few things she had snagged from the Cornucopia. A trusty scythe was one of them, as well as a hakapik used only for the tributes that just wouldn't go to sleep.

The canon booms, startling her. She had to move quickly, before someone got too curious. Deciding against moving along the trees, she begins to escape into the shadows away from the murderous death, towards the Career pack. They would be sleep by now, all of them thinking she had been on watch. And technically, she had. Just not on watch for them. The girl knew that since she had very low chances of sticking around with them for long, seeing she was District 12 and on the rare occasion those tributes from her District made it into the Career pack; they were killed as soon as all the other tributes were dead.

She knew better, though. She knew that now that Faustinus was dead and she had gotten rid of that stupid boy from District 4, that it only left the duo from 11 and that girl from 5, and as soon as they were gone… well, she'd be hightailing it out of there.

Deciding that killing her ex-best friend and a twelve-year-old boy was enough for that night, she settles down inside of the Cornucopia, where Glimmer and Clove were sleeping soundly. She considers offing all them, right there in their most vulnerable point, but decides against it.

Her time would come, just not now.

"Ivy," A sharp voice commands, drawing the sixteen-year-olds attention. She had been practicing with her scythe, moving it with expertise in swift motions. But now it clanged to the ground, surprise at hearing her name. She hadn't heard her name since the interviews; they always called her '12'.

"Yes, Cato?"

"Did you leave camp last night?" She glances at his muscles, rippling in the forest heat. To lie and answer no would bring anger and suspicion. To tell the truth and answer yes would bring anger and cruel names.

"Why?" She counters, feeling a bit bold. He stares at her.

"Four died last night. And from what I can gather, your poison vile is a little low," he gestures at the purple liquid hanging on her belt. It fizzes and bubbles in the small container, its acidic contents occasionally burning the bottom of the lid.

"Well yes. I figured you guys would be alright, the others are way too smart to even dare get near camp-" Not entirely true. She had seen 5 stealing apples and supplies countless times, and had let it slide. "-So I figured a little evening murder couldn't hurt anybody but my victims, right?" She awaits a hit – like Clove and Glimmer had received a million times before, for stepping out of line – but gets nothing but a lopsided grin.

"They don't call you Poison Ivy for nothing. Good job, its one tribute down and we're all still very much alive so… I'll let it slide this time. But, if you leave camp without my permission again I will hunt you down and kill you with your own poison, got it?"

"Yes, Cato," she mumbles. He smiles at her, and spits on his sword.

"Okay, let's go. I want to get rid of 11 before the day is over. Marvel, you, Clove and Glimmer go look for the kid. I want to handle Thresh with my secret weapon." He winks at Ivy and she feels bile rising in her throat. Clove and Glimmer share disgusted looks – Marvel was known for grab-assing or getting a little too feely when he was bored – before they each slap her on the back respectively. Glimmer lowers her eyes and voice gently.

"Look, you remember our plan right?" She asks, so no one can hear but them. Never good at whispering, Ivy silently nods.

"Take him out and we promise to give you an even chance," she whispers. Ivy nods again before following Cato towards the field. Her scythe is on hand, but she also has her dropper full of the Lenadine. They trek into the field with great caution, Cato pausing so often to listen.

The way they find him so pathetic that she almost wants to spare him. He is sitting on a stump of a tree, chewing a piece of wheat and staring at the afternoon sun.

"It's over, ain't it?" His voice is sad and filled with something resembling failure. He had given up on trying to win, and wanted now only to be killed and left to die in piece. Cato stops at the surrender, expecting a fight out of the older, taller, heavier tribute. But Thresh pursues no sort of fight in the least.

"Y-y-yeah, yeah it is."

"And you gonna off me?"

"Yes I am."

"Let the girl do it. I know her soul ain't as black and rotten as yours. I want her to look me in the eyes as she kills me, so I can see her," he murmurs. Ivy steps forward and bullet gray eyes make direct contact with pretty green. Green, what a beautiful color for such a complexion.

"I'm sorry Thresh," she murmurs, removing the Lenadine dropper. He watches her bring it to his face and pauses when she prepares to put it into his mouth. She hesitates, staring at him with a confused expression.

"You're pretty. I hope you win," he whispers. Ivy smiles, kisses his cheek, and drops the poison on his tongue. Much like the boy form 4, his reaction is instant. Blood begins to leak from his eyes and he claws at his throat, attempting to get air back into his lungs. Cato grabs Ivy's wrist, yanking her away from the scene. His canon booms loudly in the distance.

"He died with so much honour it sickens me," he murmurs, angry that he didn't get to fight or murder. Ivy is smiling though, as they walk back to base. Although Cato is scowling and mumbling something about self-righteous people make him sick, Ivy is grinning and walking behind him with a bounce in her step.

She suddenly had a new renewed energy to win. An energy to beat the Careers. And with that energy she comes up behind Cato and slits his throat in one swift movement. He falls to the ground, confusion in his eyes and blood on his lips. She watches him die with laughter in her eyes.

Three canons boom in consecutive order, and Ivy just knows that Glimmer and Clove held their end of the deal.

When she arrived back at camp, Glimmer and Clove have taken weapons and supplies and disappeared, leaving the entire Cornucopia to protect for herself. To busy herself she gathers the ingredients needed to make more Lenadine – relying on Haymitch to send her the acidic green stuff that makes it lethal – and makes some fresh concoctions, as well as meddling with other poisons she knows how to cook up.

She is focused when the faces appear in the sky. Marvel's is first, followed by Cato, Rue and Thresh. 5, Glimmer and Clove are still alive and hopefully still together. As loneliness and boredom begin to take their toll, she decides to shed everything but a smaller pack with water and an apple. She also four different vials of poison and takes a few energy pills to keep her awake.

Tonight, she hunted.

Ivy moves with unspeakable stealth towards the burning fire. She had become too used to moving at night, making her way through the dark instead of the daylight. The camp had to be Glimmer and Clove's, they were the only ones stupid enough to start a fire. And sure enough the two girls lay huddled on the grassy floor, their mouths open.

Seeing as it could be a trick, she decides to make fast and easy work of distributing the Lenadine. Of course, Clove is awake and catches her leg, but it's too late. The poison had already made itself into her system. As a dying act, Clove stabs at her leg, but soon suffocates to death alongside Glimmer.

Foxface is a much more difficult task, seeing as it takes until daylight to find her. Even with the limp in her leg, she moves quietly and exceptionally well. But Foxface is faster, smarter, and not to mention quieter. There's a knife plunged into her back before she can move.

Swinging her scythe blindly, she seems to land a hit because the redhead tumbles to the ground mid-step. Ivy collapses on top of her, keeping the smaller girl pinned there with her knees. She doesn't even speak as she – with shaking hands – pours the Lenadine towards the girl's mouth.

5 slaps the Lenadine from her hand and it spills on her arm, the acidic properties eroding the flesh almost down to the bone. Ivy's scream is loud and filled with agony, but she manages to – not with increased lethargy, of course – fill 5's mouth with one of her other concoctions. The redhead is dead within minutes, and Ivy is immediately extracted for medical care. She doesn't even get to enjoy the announcement of her winning or the trumpets or the sounds of Capitol cheers.

As she collapses onto the floor of the hovercraft, she looks up to find a medic hovering over her. She knows the burns on her arm will never heal, but she'll live seeing as Lenadine is only a problem if too much is inhaled or if one happens to drink or eat some. She would be alright, marred forever, but alright.

Ivy grabs the medic's hand shakily, eyes filled with worry.

"I won?" She slurs, the effects of morphling – when did they inject me with that? – taking over her system. The medic smiles gently, brushing back the blood-matted light locks of her hair.

"Yes, Ivy. You won."