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The Fall Of District Thirteen

iPresident Snow was pacing in his bedchamber when Hacker walked in. He was stroking his beard with his left hand, and hid his right behind his back. His son lay in a cot beneath the window, breathing heavily as he slept through his already well-developed nose.

"Good evening, Mr. Snow." Hacker smiled, holding his hands behind his back.

"That's President Snow to you." He replied and stopped to watch over his son.

"Yes sir, of course sir."

"Is there a reason you disturbed me in my room?"

"Very much so sir. A matter of great importance." Hackers father was President Snow's best friend in the war. They fought side by side until he fatally died at an enemy's blade. That was the only reason Hacker had such a high position in the Capitol, however President Snow's loyalty had begun to run thin.

"Well, spit it out boy I haven't got all day."

"Certainly, sir. We located a tape that's been circulating in District 13. Its been causing a spot of bother with some of the residents and they've been starting to turn again some of the peacekeepers." Snow's hand stopped caressing his chin.

He spoke through tense lips "What do you mean, a tape?"

"Well, it features someone who you might have heard, of Mrs. Lickle."

He paused. "Is that it behind your back?"

Hacker gulped "Yes sir."

"Well what are you waiting for? Play the god dammed thing."

"Right away sir."

Hacker nervously fiddled the video into the old television set and pressed play. An old woman, pushing into her seventy's appeared on the overhead screen. She was dressed in a blue tunic and supported a small golden bird pin.

"Hello, my name is Damonsa Lickle. Many of you may already know me, but to those of you who don't, let me introduce myself. I am the winner of the very first Hunger Games. I am from district thirteen."

"As you can see President Snow, this woman is clearly very delusional. Perhaps we should turn this off-"

"Quiet, Hacker."

"Yes sir."

"Fifty years ago, my name was pulled out of a ball at the reaping that declared me the female tribute for my district. For my friend, Heidrick Polter, it was a huge shock. He burst out crying right there, the poor thing. He was only thirteen at the time, four years my younger. However unlike him I was expecting this when they first announced that these games where going to take place. Let me explain to you why."

"Incredibly foreboding, isn't she, sir?"

"Hacker."

"Sorry sir."

"You see, these people- the Capitol- see everything. They watch you when you're at home, when you're at work, or at school, they even watch you when you're walking down the street. They know if you step out of line. So for those of you who do, don't ever expect that they haven't caught you. Because they will. You will pay the price for your crimes, when you or your child, or even your grandchild gets called out at the reaping.

"My father was the leading army general in the war before the districts were established. He led us into battle and fell against an army that was much larger and more trained than his own. He told me, just before he was killed that no one can hide their ghosts forever. I knew what he meant when my name was called out. They were punishing him for his crimes through his daughter.

"But we're not the only ones with ghosts. The Capitol will pay for their crimes against humanity, and today I am warning you all to be careful, because no one is ever safe. Not even you, President Snow."

The screen when black, and silence began to settle in the room. Snow's son began to cry. President Snow began pacing again, while Hacker began to back out of the room, quivering.

"Hacker!" Snow bellowed. He came to a scampering halt.

"Yes, sir?"

"Send every goddam peacekeeper into District thirteen. Kill them all."