Summery- AU Where the victors are treated much better, and hated by the districts. John Everdeen is still alive, and a true rebel. Haymitch is tasked to make Mr. Everdeen's life a living hell, or suffer the consequences. What happens when the plot involves 17 year old Katniss?

Disclaimer-I don't own any of this I'm just having fun with a little idea

Don't like Haymiss don't read

Prologue

John was flooded with relief as once again his family had avoided the reaping, he felt terrible for the two kids sent off to their death, but family came first. He watched as the two children were led away followed by the annoying capital woman Effie, and the local victor Haymitch.

John's blood boiled as he watched Haymitch stumble and fall flat on his face. "Always drunk, even when our children are dying," John thought angrily.

At one point they had been good friends, but then Haymitch had been sent off to the games, and John knew he would never see his friend again.

He was wrong however and his friend returned, only it wasn't the friend that had left him, Haymitch ignored everybody, including his own family. He stayed secluded in the mansion of a house he was given, wore the best clothes and ate richly while the district starved. He also had weekly deliveries of fine spirits, to keep him happily intoxicated.

John hated him because he had everything and he didn't care, every year he let two district twelve kids die, but what more could he expect from a man that didn't even come to his own family's funeral.

After collecting his daughters, John and his wife Jane returned home, once Katniss and Primrose were in bed John and Jane left for a rebels meeting.

Mostly the meeting's were just a way to vent, about the cruelness of the capital, there was nothing that they could truly do, but mutter angrily about the reaping, about the capital, and about the victors.

Just a few minutes after they arrived, a man stood up and spoke. "The newest career victor just took a slave today as well, she was only fifteen." This caused another round of angry murmuring. "THAT SICK BAS..." one man started but was forced into silence. Yelling was forbidden as it could call the peacekeepers to them, and that would lead to a mass murder.

John let a small sigh escape his lips as he was thankful, that at least Haymitch had never taken a slave. In truth every victor was allowed their choice of one servant who would do anything for them. They were forced to cook and clean, and generally wait on the victor hand and foot, most sickeningly was that they were basically forced into sex, as a way to placate the victors.

Even if his daughters were never reaped, there was still a chance that they would be taken as a slave. In that John was thankful that district twelve never won, as it served to protect his family. The whole situation just made him angry and sick.

It was then that he stood up and vowed "One day we will overthrow the capital." The rebels cheered to that statement.

2 day's later

After arriving in the capital Haymitch was led to a large conference room As the door opened Haymitch recognized President Snow sitting across from him, swallowing his rude remark he waited for the President to address him. "Please have a seat Mr. Abernathy." Sitting down slowly Haymitch asked "and what can I do for you Mr. President." Snow smiled, and it sent chills up Haymitch's spine. "We have a problem," the President said a bit too sweetly. He then reached over and lightly tapped a red button on his desk, a hologram appeared of John Everdeen saying "One day we will overthrow the capital."

Haymitch couldn't speak, he couldn't think, he couldn't do anything. His old friend had just signed his death warrant. It took a moment, to digest what had happened when suddenly Haymitch realized that President Snow was talking "..weeks of this group, I decided to find out what was going on and this is what I hear."

Seeing Haymitch's confusion Snow bit out "I want this fool to suffer, I had considered just killing him and his family off, but that could create martyrs."

"No" Snow replied coldly. "I want you to make one of his oh so precious daughters your servant," Snow continued. Haymitch's eyes shot open and a protest was on his lips, only the President continued with "or I will assure you that his youngest is reaped in the next Hunger Games." Haymitch swallowed thickly and softly suggested " won't it seem odd if after all this time I just decide to take a servant."

"Start a fight with him then, just do it quickly before I change my mind," Snow finished dismissively

Once Haymitch was back in his room he went straight for the liquor cabinet. He was bound and determined to drink himself into a stupor, it didn't matter anyway the kids he got weren't going to live past day one, and right now he really needed a drink.

Haymitch knew that if the district hated him before they would loath him now. He knew full well what other victors did to their so called servants. He comforted himself that he didn't have to actually take advantage of the girl, only make John think he was. In turn the whole district had to think he was as well. To bad they could never hate him as much as he hated himself.

Okay how was that for a prologue

I'll accept constructive criticism but no flames please.