Author's Note: Takes place after the end of Mockingjay. Varies slightly from canon. Yes, I know this chapter is very short, longer chapters will follow.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games series.

Chapter One

"Katniss, you're insane."

"Am I?" replied the dark-haired girl in response, pacing around the porch of the mansion. "Am I?" she repeated.

"Yes," replied Peeta firmly, his blond tendrils flowing around in the winds. "You can't have an ounce of sanity left if you'd really make the Capitol compete in another round of the Hunger Games as revenge."

"I agree with her," said a stony voice.

Gale sat at the end of the porch, staring out at the Capitol.

"Then you're both insane," Peeta told them darkly, his eyes narrowed.

Katniss turned towards him. "Leave, then. It's already been decided."

"I want to take part in it. I want to help."

"Help us or help the Capitol children?" replied Gale.

There was a moment of silence, of hesitation. Uncertainty was nearly tangible. "You," Peeta said, his voice wavering only slightly.

Katniss turned, her face suspicious, her stance accepting. She looked like she wanted to hug him, to kiss, to let him know that she supported him.

"Katniss," Gale said firmly. "You may love him-" his voice here was ice cold "-but he'll want to be merciful to the kids. Don't let him help."

If looks could kill, Gale would have been dead twice over. Her narrowed eyes caused him to flinch, the menacing look outshone everything else on her face.

"He's helping," she said, her tone filled with ferocious finality.

The conversation was over, and silence fell once more.

I made no noise from my position in the bushes. I was a "Capitol Kid," which used to be a title of importance. It meant in this crazy, mixed up country, you were always safe.

Not since the war. Evacuation, hiding, fear. That was what had become of us all.

Now that everything was "resolved" and the rebels had won, it was time for the Revenge Games.

It wasn't fair; there were a lot us children who weren't involved, who didn't care, even the rare few us of that supported the rebels. The rarer that supported them despite their parents wholehearted love towards the Capitol. That's a category I fall under.

But I did know it wasn't targeting only us. It was targeting our parents, our families. The Capitol itself.

I was scared, though. I'm only fourteen, and I have five siblings; three of which are within the age limit to compete. I also have several relatives and friends who can compete.

I was scared, anyways. I was also stuck now, seeing as there was no way to escape without being noticed.

There was a long silence before Gale left, brushing off the bottom of his pants.

"Bye," he said, staring coldly at Katniss.

I winced slightly as he trod carelessly over Peeta's toe, although Peeta didn't flinch at all.

I knew what I was up against. These three where who I'd be held prisoner to, despite the fact I might not be in the games at all.

I was scared.