Chapter one
It had taken him several months to get the rumoured district thirteen. Upon arrival he was wondering the district ruins, when two armed guards had approached him from the side of the justice building. He was escorted underground to the hospital wing where he was treated for dehydration and malnutrition and within a couple of weeks, he was fit and healthy.
The President had asked to meet with him to which he agreed. She was old, but she did not seem as old or as menacing as his former president, he felt like she was there to help.
"You do know that there are many people here who hated the games," she said as she poured them both some tea, "in fact, I'm guessing that they would like to do you some harm."
"What shall I do?" he asked.
"You need to change."
With that, he had spent the day changing his physical appearance quite drastically.
His signature beard has been completely shaven and his hair had been bleached to a blond colour, not that you could tell, it looked perfectly natural.
He was ready to leave the Capitol behind but his name was recognised throughout the people of Panem, including the people of district thirteen. Seneca Crane was too hated because of the things he had done to the tributes of the hunger games.
To them, Seneca Crane had died at the hands of President Snow in the Capitol, shortly after the two tributes had won the in the same year.
He was just Senan, a simple foot soldier. One that did not stand out, one that only spoke when he was spoken too, one that did not say much.
It was the year of the third quarter quell and he would have loved to overlook but he had made his choice.
The president had made his address and he had announced that each district should offer up a past victor, one female and one male and then Caesar Flickerman had a special show to say who he and the majority of the Capitol would like to go back in. Districts one to three were soon overlooked when the topic of Finnick Odair had come up. Of course everyone wanted him back in the games; he was the most favoured victor throughout the games, more favoured than Katniss Everdeen.
Of course she was going back in, he had assumed since it was her idea with the berries, President Snow would not that slide. He could not kill her or her family; no one would by the story of accidental death. This was a much better punishment; force her to go back into the nightmares with no one looking out for her.
"She is the symbol of our rebellion," another foot soldier had explained, "I mean, the song, the berries and everything. She's what the Capitol didn't want to survive; you could say she is like the mockingjay bird."
"Does she know?" He had asked, trying to desperately not sound too interest in the girl on fire.
"No," the same foot soldier said, "She seems intent on playing to the cameras. She's marrying that other guy, her district partner."
He felt like he could not breathe. The thing that had captivated him was her defiance to not play the games that were intended, and here she was bending to their every whim, trying to convince people that she was in love with her fellow victor.
He did not understand how people could fall for it, her district partner Peeta had betrayed her on multiple times and had made her go in life threatening situations so why would she ever agree to marry someone like that?
He just could not understand why she was going for the baker, when here he was. He had risked everything, his life and his past so she could live for her to throw it all away. He thought her resonating light had died out, he hoped that he was wrong and that she would still make that impression that he adored.