A/N: This was just a little idea I had while procrastinating :) Hope you like it!


The light rain makes soft taps on the roof above my Victor's Village home. I wake up slowly and stretch. I open the blinds and see the vast fields of my home, District 11. I remember how just a few months ago I was just a scared 12 year old in the Hunger Games, how the odds of me winning were slim to none, how I rose above all of them and won triumphantly, feeding the starving children of eleven. But at what cost to Panem? Katniss, the girl on fire, could've started a rebellion with her boyfriend Peeta, but Marvel got her before those plans could come into action.

I get chills as I remember the warm day, Katniss and I had planned to blow up the Career's food supply, making them hungry and more agitated. The plan was brilliant; Katniss would blow up the stash as I would create a big heap of smoke to get the Careers on the run. But after she blew it up I got caught in Marvel's net. I thought it was the end, surely Katniss would take this opportunity to abandon me, I had done my job, therefor I was useless. But no, she found me and cut me free. As she did this Marvel revealed himself from the bushes. Holding his spear, he taunted us. He threw the spear but Katniss shot him in the neck with her bow before the spear hit her abdomen.

I begin to tear up, thinking of everything she had left behind in twelve: her sister, her mother. And her poor boyfriend Peeta, who died later on in the Games, I later learned that he was ravaged by a terrible infection about half way through the Games. District 12 had a chance this year, but their most promising tributes let them down.

I've experienced so much this past year, and now I have to relive it as a mentor. Yes, a thirteen year-old mentor. Crazy right? Even crazier, this year is a Quarter Quell, meaning that there will be a twist in the normal Games, I wonder what they'll be, and how I'll have to guide my tribute to victory.

I am Rue, and I am a Victor. I survived the 74th Annual Hunger Games with nothing but my small stature and a slingshot that I got in the Games that sits proudly over my bed. It killed Cato, my only kill. He was so strong, and I was so weak. But with my carefully aimed slingshot I shot him in his weak spot, his neck.

Tonight President Snow will announce what the surprise will be. I'm worried for my siblings, all five of them. With a Quarter Quell they can make it so that ANYONE could be picked, at ANY age. Which scares me. I know that they would be targeted, defiantly.

As the day ends all of Panem is forced to watch President Snow's announcement for the Third Quarter Quell, I sit on the edge of my seat waiting, hoping, praying it isn't what I think it will be.

"To remind the districts how it was their CHOICE to rebel against Panem, all tributes must volunteer." President Snow booms over the television. My mother turns off the TV, "Off to bed all of you." But I just sit there, thinking about what I'm going to do.