Hey there! So this is the third sub-story of this series! If you haven't read the first two, they are called 'The Girl Who Set the Spark' and 'Panem's Angel'. If you have, then thank you so much for sticking by for so long!

This whole sub-story is set during 'Catching Fire', so I highly advise you to read that first. Also, since this sub-story is following the plot line of another book, I apologize in advance if any information is different or off. I don't check every single detail, and I am quite terrible with writing alongside books.

And yes, you may notice in this sub-story that some sections are different from the book. I did change the story in some major parts to accommodate Anxol's story. Don't worry, nothing is too drastically changed. Ish.

So I'm done rambling now, I think. Hopefully you guys enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Suzanne Collins.

Everything is like déjà-vu.

I'm tying Donnie's dark blonde hair in a bun again, just like how I did six years ago, the day I was Reaped.

I help her into her pale-blue dress, similar to the one she wore when she was five. I myself slip into a white flowing dress, almost identical to the one I wore when I was Reaped. Funny how these things work out.

Once again, I hold Donnie's hand as we walk to the Town Square. I squeeze her hand, and she squeezes mine back.

Breathe in, breathe out.

It's been so long since I've used this phrase. After five years, I learned how to breathe on my own, in any situation. After being in the Hunger Games, everything seemed to pale in comparison.

I could breathe on my own.

But today, I seemed to have forgotten again.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I take one step in front of the other, remembering oh-so-clearly what it was like to be Reaped for the first time.

That time, I didn't know I was Reaped.

This time, I know I will be Reaped. There is only one slip in the bowl. One slip that has my name, and no other. The odds are not in my favor; they never really were.

Breathe in, breathe out.

So many things have changed since I was Reaped. In particular, I have changed.

Anxol into Angel. Angel into Anxol again.

We reach the Town Square. I stare at Donnie one last time, trying to seal her look into my mind.

She looks at me, panic in her eyes. I try to reassure her silently, try not to cry.

I exhale slowly. I unlace her fingers from mine and let go of her hand, even though it's killing me on the inside, to let go of my little sister to go die.

I push her gently to the twelve-year-old girl's pen. She reluctantly leaves, never taking her eyes away from me.

I walk to the victor's pen. There is so little of us, just me and Vinster. We already know we will be going, that we will be sacrificing ourselves. There is no denying it, no pretending that we will not be called to play a game we had thought we had escaped.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I see Marliese walk up the stage. I haven't talked to Marliese much – she's busy on Capitol duties, and I – well –

But she smiles at me. I remember her strange mother-like friendliness towards me, and I am glad for the small sign of support.

I smile back.

She picks the male victor first. Through the loud thumping of my chest, I make out Vinster's name. He stands up and walks woodenly to the stage, though as he passes, I can see a sad resignation in his dark brown eyes.

Breathe in, breathe out.

"And this year's female tribute is…" Marliese hesitates, and reads the paper. "… Anxol Enkeli!"

My breath is stuck in my chest. I saw it coming, I knew it was coming, this was inevitable, this was supposed to happen. But it doesn't stop the shock, and it doesn't stop the horror or fear. They are all too present as I stand after my name is called.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I step out of my place in the victor's pen. I walk to the stage and it's the confident, jaunty walk that I use in the Capitol. I won't let the Capitol see me with my head down. I am a victor. I am proud. I have survived their Games once, and I will survive again. Hopefully.

I am halfway there when a little voice stops me in my tracks.

"Wait!" I hear Donnie's little voice, and I see her little figure run towards me.

Everybody's eyes are on her as she runs towards me and jumps into my arms, clinging to my neck.

I lift her up, her legs not even touching the ground.

I close my eyes and hug her tightly, and she hugs me back fiercely.

"Thank you." She whispers into my ear.

I set her down unwillingly, and the Peacekeepers grab her. I glare at them, and they loosen her grip.

She stares at me, tears trickling down her face as they lead her away.

I walk up to the stage.

Marliese takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly before raising it up into the air.

"District 5's tributes for this year's Third Quarter Quell!" She announces.

I am a victor. I will go into the arena again.

I may die. I will not go down without a fight.

But it won't be the fight the Capitol expects.

Thanks for reading!

Yes, I know, it's a short chapter. So sorry about that! I promise that they will increase in length as the story progresses.

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Next chapter up tomorrow!