I don't really like how the story goes in the third book Mockingjay and here is my version. Of course Suzanne's works are incredible but there's a lot of deaths and depression. I just hope I can save someone. Please tell me what you think so I can improve. Thanks a lot.

Disclaim: every rights belong to Suzanne Collins.

Chapter 1:

I look around, trying to catch a glimpse of anything could tell me here once was my hometown. The Seam, the Town, the school, the mine, even the Justice Building, everything were burnt down to ashes. Except the Victor's village. I wonder why. Maybe someday a group of Capitol's reporters might come here to make a footage about Capitol's power, about the great grave of thousands people of District 12 and they would rest there.

I wander on the biggest road of town, the only road I can figure out among piles of ashes. Coal's dust of so many years mining was the main reason that made the fire go wild and destroy District 12 to the core. How irony, I think, coal kept District 12 alive and also burnt it to death. Everything around me is so strange that I just feel empty. As if it was just a lie and District 12 still exist and I'm standing at a fake stage. Suddenly I trip over a stone hidden under ashes. I reach out my hand and realize what I lost, people and things to keep me steady, my dad, my hometown, my Peeta. Oh, Peeta, I left him in that jungles, I couldn't get him out. A sharp pain cuts into my head and my chest. I stumble and have to sit down. Immediately, from the headset I was insisted to wear, my best friend Gale asks me."Katniss, are you alright? Should I come down?" His voice reminds me that I'm not alone and also don't have much time to wander here. That was such an effort to make them let me come back here. And the same effort to protect me while I'm here. I bet there is a dozen of invisible hovercraft circling overhead and ready to take me away if anything happens. And I don't want that, something I need to finish here, alone. So I straighten up and tell Gale not to worry.

I walk back to my house in Victor's Village. The houses are unscathed but the door of my house is out of its usual place. It seems like somebody had kicked it hard. I felt something pull inside my stomach. Someone was here. I take some careful steps inside and a broken vase, which Prim used to place in the living room, with dried blood on its pieces confirms my fear. I whisper to the headset."Gale, come down here, there's something I want you to take for me. It's a little too heavy for me. I'm in my house but you should walk from town." He understands what I meant right away. Just like in the old days in the woods. Threat? Prey? Just don't startle it. I take another step inside the living room and see things been pushed aside. I wait for a while and Gale silently walks into the house. I put my finger to my mouth and we carefully investigate the house. The food was out and I'm sure that my mother and Prim couldn't have enough time to bring them while running to the woods during the bombing. A loud hiss from the door to the yard makes me jump. Gale nearly drops a bottle he was holding. It just a…

"Buttercup!" I gasp. I can't believe his odds. Maybe to pay off his ugliness. I whisper.

"Come on, do you want to see Prim?"

Hearing her name, he throws at me another suspicious glance and decides to trust me this time. I hold him up and even pet him a little.

"Maybe it's him that ate the food." Gale says uncertainly.

"I don't think so. Let's go up stair, I need to take something anyway." I put Buttercup inside my jacket and zip it.

We go up stair. It seems that the struggling had happened only at the living room. I quickly gather my hunting bag and my dad's jacket. And right when I dash out the window, I catch a glimpse of something, not in my house but in Peeta's house. Someone with blonde hair?

"Gale!" I call and ignore Buttercup's hissing, sprinting as fast as I can to Peeta's house. Gale follows me, confusing. What am I thinking? Why am I raising my hope up?

BAM! I push the door open. The smell of bread and yeast is no longer lingering inside his house. A shadow disappears around the closet. I dash forward and snatch out the closet's door. A pile of garbage stops me. The darkness makes it hard to see the person inside. I'm stunned. Her blonde hair is tangled. Her blue eyes are lost and hurt like a prey. And her beautiful face is dirty with dried blood and dust. I feel my eyes watering, of sad or happy to see her, I don't know. I reach out my hand but she doesn't recognize me. She shakes her head and curls up to the corner.I swallow. My voice tremble.

"Madge, it's me, Katniss. Madge."

"Madge?" Gale asks in shock. He pushes me aside, a little hard but I have no time to care. He digs out the garbage and I help him. We reach to the corner. Suddenly Madge starts screaming, wailing. Gale struggles to hold her. I stroke her hair and try to shush her.

"It's me, Madge. It's Katniss. Do you remember?" I whisper. After a while, she calms down and finally sees me.

"Katniss?" She looks up and sees Gale."Gale?"

"Yes, it's me. Everything is alright, Madge." Gale says gently and slowly we bring her out. Just when I hears Gale grunts, I realize blood stains down her dress.

"Where did you hurt?" I asks.

She breaks in tears and wails."Put me down, Gale. Dirty… I'm dirty." Madge keeps wailing until we bring her to the hovercraft and sleep syrup puts her to sleep. Later at District 13, my mother walks out from her room and tells me there must be at least three men had raped her.