Hey, so, this is We Didn't Start The Fire. It's actually a song; I'm listening to it right now! If you know who sang We Didn't Start The Fire, put it in the review, along with a suggestion for a one shot. I'll write a one-shot about the requested thing for the first reviewer who can guest the artist.

Chapter one, Haymitch.

I live in a world that's trying to kill me. It's not my fault.

They started it.

Yeah, yeah, it's stupid to say you're right and the rest of the worlds wrong. But it's true. I tried to stay alive, and I got punished. My mind wanders back to that day…

I run from the career, trying to staunch the flow of blood streaming from my legs. I'm still ahead of her, but she's catching up.

She's perfectly wounded too. She's missing an eye for Pete's sake! I should be faster than a chick with one eye!

But no, she catches up just fine. I throw my knives at her, but miss miserably. Well, you try killing someone without half the blood in your body. It's hard. I've lost my weapons; I fall to the ground in a second. Partly because the loss of blood, but mostly because the lost of hope. I say goodbye to my girlfriend, my mom, dad, and my siblings.

Too bad I'll be one missing them.

She throws her axe and surprisingly misses.

Well she is missing an EYE!

Her axe goes over the edge. She stands there, unable to know of what to do next, but I know. Wait. It'll come back. And come back it does.

That day still haunts me. It's odd, how the day you are allowed to live can be the worst of your life. Maybe it's because your right to live was questioned in the first place.

It's a cycle for all victors. You win, somehow President Snow will find a way that you tricked him and made him look stupid, and so he punishes you. He kills your family, your loved ones, and he makes you apologize.

I am Haymitch Abernathy, and I started the fire.

So, I hoped you liked it. Please give me ideas for more victors that made the capital look stupid with their victory. I'll probably do Johanna next.