Hello! I posted this awhile ago, but it was unfinished. Since then, I've finished it and made many changes. Because of this, I am just going to restart. I hope you enjoy it!

I do make major changes to the actual Catching Fire plot, so when I do, I'll let you know at the beginning of the chapter.

Prologue

My name is Desdemona Summers, and I live in the Capitol. Because of the last Hunger Games, people know things are changing. Katniss Everdeen, some nobody from District 12. She all but spat in the Capitol's face a year ago. Secretly, I admire her, but if anyone finds out, I'll be sharing the same fate as…never mind. I don't want to think about what would happen to me if they find out how I feel about Katniss and my hopes for a rebellion. For freedom. Anyway, while people know things are changing in Panem, nobody is expecting this.

It is the 75th anniversary of the Hunger Games, which means that it is the third-quarter quell. President Snow makes his proclamation about previous victors being drawn, but during the already-shocking speech, he lets out a sigh.

"In order to make the Games a little more interesting for the third-quarter quell, we will be drawing a female and a male victor from the Capitol as well."

Everyone in Panem must fall silent at that news, holding their breaths. The gigantic crowd around me does, all fearing that it is them that will be thrown into the arena. Snow silently walks over to a giant glass bowl to his right.

"The male tribute is…Alejandro Diamond."

From the gigantic crowd of the Capitol's residents, Alejandro arrogantly swaggers to the stage. He gives the crowd a big smile, though they are still silent, and waves energetically. As far as Capitol residents go, he is average. He has golden hair that he slicks back, and he dresses completely in gold, glittery outfits. In addition, the makeup that lines his eyes and lips is gold as well. I've never seen him before.

"The female tribute is…" Snow continues, making his way to the other side of the stage to the other bowl, "Desdemona Summers."

He says it so quickly that I'm not sure I heard him right. But when I realize he's said my name, it feels as if the ground has fallen away from beneath my feet. My vision turns black and fuzzy, and suddenly the hands of the people around me are holding me up. Desperate thoughts race through my head as I gasp for air. Why is it me? How are the odds stacked so high against my favor? There are millions of people in the Capitol and without having tesserae, everyone's name was only entered once.

When my wave of dizziness passes, I walk slowly up to the stage as well. The usually ecstatic and over-the-top crowd remains in their shocked silence as I tried to keep my breathing even. I bite my tongue to keep from crying. Mother used to tell me that if I cried, my make-up would run, and I don't want that.

In contrast to Alejandro's gold, my color scheme is all cool colors. I don't like sticking to a solid color, as Diamond seems to. My mother used to call me her little peacock. I wear green and blue feathers in my purple hair, and that purple matches the swirly makeup around my eye and the glittery lipstick that coats my mouth. The dresses I wear are one of my three colors, if not all of them at once. The dress I wear today is a short, summer dress with purple and green swirls.

When I make it up to the stage, I try to stand tall, but all I want to do was crumble. For once in the Capitol, there is no cheering. There is no joy. The people, including me, feel like we've been betrayed by Snow. Only for me, this is not the first time. Even he refuses to look up at me as Alejandro and I are dragged from the stage. He seems almost embarrassed that I was the tribute from the Capitol. I know he knows me and remembers our past.