The Hunger Games
Prologue
Katniss, the very image of the rebellion. Many say that she is a Mockingjay; Many say that she might free the districts, but who's to say that she's a fraud? A sham?. The revolution has been deal with. We, as a people, can no longer trust the families of rebels in any form. But we bring you good news, Katniss and her companions have been executed, but, just like the first revolution, we can never 'fully' heal the wounds brought from the war and therefor must be punished.
- President Snow's Message.
The events of this story will take place after Catching Fire, but there's a twist. The revolution in Mockingjay has failed, District 13 isn't alive, its just a wastland. . . in till now, and the destruction of District 12 in Catching fire never happen . Note: this is an alternative story. Have fun!
Chapter 1 Caythin Spinner
"Father when are you coming back?" I said.
My father turns around,
"Don't worry Caythin, I'll be back." he gives me a hug and leaves the front door. . .
That is the last time I saw my father.
I awake from the dream, sweating and disorientated, still thinking about my father. I look around the room to find Henrietta still sleeping,
"Henrietta," I said, "Henrietta, wake up."
I went to the other room to wake up my mother and my little brother Johan. Usually I don't them up, but today was different, today is the day of the Reapings.
Henrietta comes in, half asleep, tells me something about some left over bread from yesterday.
"Oh and Caythin, can you put the tea kettle on the stove please?" said Henrietta.
"Sure." I mumble back.
After I put the kettle on the stove I went outside to get some firewood, its cloudy today but I can see the sun breaking through. I thought of my father, we both used to get firewood; in fact we used to do everything from working at the coal mines to bargaining at the market. He died in the battle for District 12, two years ago. I always wonder why my father joined the revolution, which Katniss Everdeen created.
The rebellion brought us nothing more than suffering, well not as much for Henrietta and me because it has brought us closer than ever before. Before the revolution, I meet Henrietta in the school yard and instantly fell in love with her, her beautiful long golden hair with a hint of light blue, her brown eyes, and her light caramel skin, everything about her I care about. I don't know how she came by to love me as well, but that night when she lost her parents to the revolution is what brought us together. She lives with me and my family now, she's my family now.
By now everyone's awake, my mother is brushing Henrietta's hair, and Johan is eating some bread with. I took a short bath and comb my silver flat hair that seems to always go flat whatever I do to it. I'm looking a little pale in skin color I wonder why, I'm the same skin color as Henrietta. I get out my best cloths, a silky shirt with normal pants. Henrietta has a bow on her hair and wearing a simple blue dress with a white ribbon on her chest.
"You look beautiful," I said, "Just like your mother."
Henrietta gives a small smile. It surprises me how Henrietta could have the courage to smile after everything that's happen to her, especially her.
Before the revolution, she had bullies at school; I can't believe people will pick on someone as sweet as her. A boy called Michael kurito bullied her ever since she was little. The day she told me about him I lost it, the next day when we went to school I fought Michael and left him with a bloody nose before the yard attendants separated us. I warn him if he ever comes close to Henrietta I'll leave him more than a bloody nose, he lives down the road now. Some days I can't open my eyes to see the evil world that stands before me without the help of Henrietta. How could she?
"Ok everyone finish up, we leave in an hour." my mother said.
"What if we get lost again like last time?" said Johan, "The peacekeepers will surely punish us."
"We are not going to get lost Johan." I said in an annoyed tone.
John's words are buzzing in my head and all I can think of is Katniss. If it wasn't for her damn revolution we wouldn't get lost, I would still be working in the coal mines, not the graphite mines, we would still be at our old home, and we would probably still be in District 12. I take small bites out of my bread and drink some of my tea. The bread is 5 days old, crunchy but satisfying.
"Henrietta did you put cinnamon in the tea?" I said.
"Yea, I found a bush of cinnamon growing among the trail to the mines." She replied.
"Well it's certainly lovely, Henrietta." my mother said.
"Caythin, are you going to take your fur hat?" said Henrietta.
My fur hat, the last thing my father gave to me before he died.
"No."
By now, it's time for everyone to go to reapings, so we all head off. I see our neighbors leaving there homes as well. Our neighbors, funny thing about them they're from district 4, I could tell by their sea green eyes. Now I'm sure we aren't going to get lost so Johan easy ups a bit. It's pretty easy to get lost here; our homes are in the forest, the only thing leading anyone out of the forest are the numerous trails leading to town and the mines.
"Caythin." Henrietta holds my hand. The look on her face is depressing,
"I'm scared." I stop and hold Henrietta in my arms. I tell her,
"Don't worry."
It's natural for Henrietta to feel this way; in fact it's natural for all of us to feel scared about the Reapings, about The Hunger Games, about death. We're all going to die actually, no one is safe in this district, everyone here is assigned a death date; like goats to the butcher. Death dates, these dates are when people are executed, the reason why is because anyone affiliated or related to the rebels in Katniss's rebellion, will be classified as a rebel and executed. To make it more glorified, all of Panem, except for the Capitol, is required to watch the executions Intel our district runs out of people to execute.
All because of Katniss, she domed everyone is this district, she created the new district/death camp for anybody affiliated with the rebels, she . . . she single handedly created District 13 once again.