Post Mockingjay. Takes place around the time of Katniss and Peeta's grandchildren. Perhaps some are their grandchildren...
Prolougue
Running. I run speeding down the banks near the river, with him beside me, the guards behind me. He dives in the water, and I jump and catch a tree branch. They stop underneath me, for I have what they are looking for. I lift myself up on the tree, and smirk down at them. They're yelling in rough voices. I jump to a new tree branch, and continue as they follow slowly.
Soon, I reach the end of the line of trees. "You have no choice but to come down!" one guard yells.
I shrug, before jumping out the tree to the ground before them. Behind me is a waterfall, in front of me is a dozen angry guards. The leader snatches the sachtel from me. He begins to go through it, and my smirk never leaves my mouth. "What? This is all just leaves!" he cries.
"Bye, boys." I say giving a wave, before letting myself fall off the cliff.
The speed is a rush, my hair blowing behind me. The small lake is my only chance of living, but fear is eliminated. I make a big splash, and nearly go to the ground in the lake. If it were any normal person, they would've drowned, but I easily swim to the surface. "Enjoying a swim, Poison Ivy?" A soft but strong male voice asks.
"It's relaxing. Come join me." I say.
"At the next one. We better go before those guards come checking for your remains."
I slowly get out, and when he turns around I change into a dry outfit, and we jump into the caboose of the closest train. Out of his pack, he pulls a cup, but no ordinary cup. It's the President's cup, gold with real dimonds adorning it. "I told you it'd work." I say, admiring it.
My name is Ivy, and that boy is Micah. I'm sixteen, he's seventeen. This is the year, 3210, and we're what people call theives, a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.