She's back! I'm gonna try my hand at a Hunger Games story. I would forget trying to read a summary if I knew I could just go on to the story and get the whole thing. So, shall we move on? This is a Rue/Thresh/Katniss story.

OH! Before I forget, I am not Suzanne Collins, I don't own the Hunger Games, the characters, or anything else except for the plot.

Here it is!

Chapter 1

Rue POV

I opened my eyes and looked around. This doesn't look a bit like I thought Heaven would look, I thought to myself. More like a Capitol machine, probably a hovercraft. As I looked at this, I finally realized something. In order to be breathing and be in a Capitol hovercraft, I had to still be alive. I find the nearest mirror, and examine myself. I don't look bad, the gash from the spear wound is sealed up, and the scar is small and faded. My hair is still in its two puffs, and it doesn't look shabby, for to say I've been in the arena, fighting to the death. Overall, I'm no Capitol jewel, but I don't look awful. Only after I finished looking at myself do I think of something ever so life-threatening. The Capitol can't find out I'm alive. I'll die for sure. The answer was plain and simple. The Capitol mustn't find me. Curiosity took over, and I looked around the hovercraft a little. I saw a screen that displayed the Hunger Games. I see Clove attack Katniss, and I fear the worst. In the blink of an eye, Thresh appears and knocks Clove in the head with a rock, killing her. He speaks with Katniss, and spares her life in memory of me. Aw. He takes both his and Cato's bags, and I know immediately what he's doing. He's trying to lure Cato away from Katniss. Cato falls right into the lure, and when I hear a cannon boom, I hope Thresh won. My prayers are answered as Thresh steps away from it, blood on his machete. He killed both Cato and Clove, which means one thing. He and Katniss are the only two remaining. Since a rule was declared saying that if a girl and a boy were the last two tributes standing, that they could win, we had our victors. As far as Peeta was concerned, he died from being beheaded by Clove. The hovercraft landed at some building. I took off running until I reached a place where I could disguise myself. Luck appeared to be on my side, because I spotted a navy blue shimmery Capitol dress that looked like it could fit me. I also noticed a shoulder-length amber brown wig, streaked sparingly with a honey blonde color. Almost normal, but just crazy enough to actually work. I quickly threw on the dress and put on the wig, tucking my two puffs of hair into it. I glanced at myself in the mirror. Yes, I looked like a Capitol child, alright. As I was about to head out, I took notice of a red dress, glimmering and throwing off bits of light. It was Katniss' "Girl on Fire" dress. I couldn't restrain myself, so I sprinted over to it, taking the fabric into my fingers, stroking and admiring it. I was too wrapped up in looking at the dress to notice someone walk in behind me.

"What are you doing?" a male voice said from behind me. I froze in complete shock. Really Rue? Can't go five minutes without getting caught? I thought to myself. I turned around to face whoever this person was in what I hoped was a calm manner. I found myself facing the District 12 stylist, Cinna. I was surprisingly relieved, yet I still knew I had a high chance of getting killed. So what did I do? Denied, lied, and prayed that Cinna bought it.

"Just looking at this beautiful dress," I said, affecting a Capitol accent, hoping the flattery of his designs did one bit of good. Maybe, just maybe, it had.

"I'm glad you like it. My name is Cinna, and you are?" he said by way of reply. Oh, he was good. He trapped me in a net that wouldn't be easy to cut myself out of. So I sputtered out the first Capitol-like name that came to mind.

"My name is Lavender, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, waiting to see if he fell for it. Judging by the smirk that was playing on his face, not really.

"Well, Lavender, did you like the Games?" he asked me. He was playing along with my little charade; but at the rate we were going with questioning, he'd have me figured out completely in no time. Stupid questions.

"They were rather interesting," I replied coyly, enjoying this more than I did my interview with Caesar Flickerman. He nodded, and asked which tributes I'd been rooting for.

"Definitely Rue, Katniss, Peeta and Thresh," I answered without hesitation. A blush involuntarily bubbled up in my face at the mention of Thresh, and a girlish giggle accidentally escaped my lips.

"Nice outfit," Cinna commented. "However, flats go much better with the dress than arena boots," he adds with a knowing look in his eyes, pointed straight at me. This confirmed my suspicions on whether or not he knew. He carefully removed the wig from my head, exposing my two puffballs of hair in the process.

"What happens now?" I asked. He seemed to understand what I'm saying, and he laughed to himself as he answered.

"I won't, because where's the fun in that? You've got that whole sneaky, hard-to-catch thing going. Not ruining that. I had a different idea in mind," he said, a mischievous grin slowly gracing his features. He placed the wig back on my head as carefully as he'd taken it off, gave me some flats that matched my dress (true to his advice) and did my makeup. Natural, yet somehow still Capitol. I glance again to the mirror, and what I find is truly amazing.

"Meet Lavender Stone," Cinna whispered, a quiet flourish prevalent in his voice. Oh, boy.


Okay, it's official. Cinna is a madman. A brilliant, genius, amazing, crazy madman, that is. This fact was proven by the plans he came up with. The first plan was to reveal myself to Katniss and Thresh during their interview with Caesar Flickerman. The second plan to have Cinna notify Katniss and Thresh that I was still alive. I'd hide out in the Capitol until the upcoming rebellion was at hand, then hold my debut to the Capitol as we went out to war, branding me as the "Little Mockingjay," the nickname Cinna gave me. I preferred the second plan, mainly because it fit my style a little better than the first plan. I'd rather an incognito sort of thing as opposed to an immediate out-with-it type of plan. As I told Cinna this, he seemed to approve this idea more, and you could practically see the gears going into overdrive in his brain. Cinna decides to go and tell Thresh and Katniss. I was instructed to stay in the design room, so I wouldn't need to worry about getting caught. (In my defense, those boots were my giveaway, not my Capitol accent.) I relaxed for a bit, but soon I heard a pair of heels clinking down the hall, the wearer too trained to be anyone BUT an escort. Effie. I duck quickly behind a rack of dresses, and it's a good thing they're floor-length.

"Cinna?" Effie called out in that high-pitched signature Capitol squeal I (and many, many others) loved to mock. Finally, after not finding Cinna, Effie left to go…well, wherever Effie's go. After she was a safe distance away, I come out from my hiding spot. About five minutes later, give or take, Cinna walked in, Katniss and Thresh on his trail.

"Thresh Cliff and Katniss Everdeen, meet Lavender Stone," he said, revealing me to them. Thresh recognizes me the instant he sees me, but Katniss can't, and I know by what she says.

"Where's Rue? Unless she's hiding somewhere, she can't possibly be here," Katniss said in sadness and depression. Thresh and I were both trying so hard to hold back from ripping the wig off my head, and telling Katniss to look at what's right in front of her. I decided to drop hints and let her see it for herself.

"Katniss, your friend may be right under your nose," I told Katniss in my affected Capitol accent. Thresh masks impression (barely) at my level of self-control, and Cinna is seriously at war with his tongue and he's winning by the skin of his teeth. Katniss was too wrapped up in her thoughts of me that she couldn't see through this Capitol stuff. On the bright side though, if Katniss of all people couldn't recognize me, then the Capitol people wouldn't for sure. Finally, in a moment of clarity, Katniss started to get what I was saying. She examined "Lavender" closely- her size, her skin color, her facial characteristics, things the makeup couldn't change. Katniss ran up to me and enveloped me in a huge hug, but I wasn't done having fun with this.

"What are you doing, Katniss? Did you find your friend?" I asked once again in my Capitol accent. Cinna, Katniss and Thresh all looked at me with expressions saying,

"Give it up."

So I did. I hugged everyone, and after we all hugged, Thresh pushed me behind his back, motioning for me to hide myself behind him and Katniss. Cinna went to his designing board thingy, and Katniss and Thresh walked over to the dress rack, hiding me in the process. I heard Haymitch talking to Cinna, and I realize that even Haymitch couldn't know, because he would more than likely recognize me (mainly because he was sober; if he were drunk, we wouldn't have a problem.) Haymitch left soon, and Cinna closed his door for some much-needed peace so we could plan the rebellion.

"So, I know so far that she's staying in the Capitol, but for how long, and when is the rebellion to start?" Thresh asked. No doubt, he'll be in it. And I was most definitely going on the Victory Tour. It was just a matter of how.

"The rebellion against the Capitol would have to be either to the end of or after the Victory Tour," I said, voicing my thoughts. Everyone nodded in agreement. After talking over a few more things concerning the Rebellion, we said our goodnights and headed to bed.