A/N: This is the second part of the Hunger Games AU. Yes, I can't believe that I'm writing this, but I need to remember there's a second part or else I will never write it. Hahahahahahaha, I'm so doomed. This fanfic is called The Revolutionary from District 12.
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Revolutionaries always began with a whisper. It started with feelings of discontent among the people. One off-handed comment here. . . "We are not treated fairly anymore." Another over there. . . "What are we? We are second-class citizens. Prized lower than their shoes." Then there was the struck realization that the individual was not the only one angry. That there were more everywhere.
Everywhere they looked, they saw injustice.
Perhaps they—the ones in control—saw the unrest. But they ignored it. "It would pass," one would say, unworriedly. "As it always does. Then everything will be back to normal."
But this time was different.
The people were hungry for something. After being beaten down all those years and generations, they were tired of being nothing.
District 6 was where it started. Gabrielle was too well-loved to be missed quietly. And her death. . . was not fair. And it would never be.
But they knew they had to stop it from ever happening again.
If it took the fall of the government to make that happen, then so be it.
They had forgotten that while the elites ran the government, it was the people who were the ones who allowed it. And just as a wife saying no to her marriage, the people could tear apart the agreement to make it anew.
Over 70 years of silence and whispers ended with a bloody revolution.