Flames don't die out easily. The flames of rebellion are burning brighter than they have since the rebellion started. Rumors of an underground District Thirteen are circulating the nation. The third Quarter Quell was just destroyed, the remaining Victors/tributes taken away in hovercrafts. Katniss, Finnick, Beetee, and Haymitch are reported to be taken to District Thirteen. Luckily, Peeta and Johanna are in custody of the Capitol. Like stated before, flames don't die out easily. There is a process to killing the flames of rebellion. And the process is just about to begin.
The Capitol
President Snow walked into his office the moment the arena was taken down. What was going on? Did they think that, if they tried really hard, that the Games would just end? Those power hungry Victors. The Capitol gave them everything for winning their original Hunger Games, and they decided to revolt against the Capitol once more. President Snow paced back and forth in his office, looking at the flag hung up on the wall. Katniss and three others are reported to be in Thirteen. If he can find a way to get his troops into Thirteen, they can kill everyone there and capture the spark.
The thought festered in his mind until he could no longer contain it. He reached for the phone on his desk, quickly dialed the Peacekeeper Center, and waited for an answer. Before long, a woman answered his phone call. "I need all the Peacekeepers in a hovercraft and on their way to District Thirteen. Be prepared for battle, and capture as many as they can. Pass this information along, dear. I want this done in a timely manner."
The woman confirmed his orders and hung up the phone. Almost immediately, President Snow could feel all of the Peacekeepers leave the Capitol. He knew that this mission would be dangerous. Katniss has survived two Hunger Games and she has trained for killing. She could take down all of the Peacekeepers, with the help of the past Victors. He stared out the window, overlooking his city. If the Peacekeepers fail, this city will crumble. If they succeed, he would finally take control of his country once more. Everything is riding on this mission.
District Thirteen
Katniss just began to wake up in the District Thirteen compound. The last thing she remembers was the arena falling apart. As she looked around, she knew that she wasn't home. Everything seemed so bland and dull, nothing like her home in District Twelve. Her head felt fuzzy as she looked around. So, this place is real. Her thoughts filled with District Thirteen, how long it was just laying underground for seventy five years while children died for that long. She stood up from her cot and walked to find someone, anyone.
When she left her room, a deep, bellowing alarm began to sound. Orders were being shouted all over the district, but Katniss could not understand them over the alarms. Many citizens began to run past her, yelling and shouting all around her. She could barely make out any words, but she heard 'Peacekeepers' and 'attack' clearly. Survival instincts kicked in and she followed the citizens. Everyone began to push and shove to get to the bunkers of Thirteen. All the commotion made Katniss' mind feel like it was going to explode. What was going on?
By the time they reached the bunkers, line after line of shining white uniforms stood in front of the crowd. The Peacekeepers had loaded weapons in their arms and they were prepared to fight. Katniss' heart beat skyrocketed when she saw the weapons. She was hidden within the crowd, but something nagged at her that they were looking for her. One Peacekeeper yelled out a command in a coded message, and everyone began to move to the crowd. The citizens in the front barely lasted. Gunshots rang in the air and lifeless bodies began to fall. A hand wrapped itself around Katniss' forearm and pulled her away from the bloodshed. Katniss could make out the man holding onto her.
"Gale, what's going on?" She yelled over all the shouting. He didn't answer her. He kept pulling her away from the Peacekeepers and dragged her around tight corners. He led her into a secret passageway far from the commotion and looked Katniss in the eye.
"They are here for you." He says, like that wasn't obvious. "According to Coin, they have been given orders to kill all who stand in the way of their target. Everyone in Thirteen will die until they catch you. You have to run."
"What about...?" Katniss what cut off by Gale.
"Prim and your mom will be fine. Coin and I have hidden them deep within Thirteen. You just have to leave before they find you. Go!" Gale's voice echoed from the metal walls as he pushed Katniss further down the tunnel. Katniss looked behind her, only to see Gale's tear-filled eyes nudging her to go. She ran as fast as she could away from her friend and her family.
She continued to run until the tunnel began to shake. It shook from underneath her feet. The shaking caused extreme ringing in her ears. A loud explosion happened three feet in front of her. The explosion knocked her off of her feet, and the ringing became more extreme. Her vision became disoriented. She could only she shapes in front of her. Blobs of white walked to the Girl on Fire and grabbed her by her arms. Katniss could feel the force behind their hands. She knew she was captured by the Peacekeepers. One of the blobs pricked her arm with a needle. Within minutes, she was knocked out cold.
The Capitol
In Front Of President Snow's Mansion
3:00pm
President Snow looked over his city. Crowds of people gathered to see the execution of the Mockingjay, her boyfriend, and her allies. Snow was dressed in his best suit and tie for the event. Multiple ropes hung from the wooden fixtures set up in front of the mansion. Each one of the rebels were in a line, their order of death. President Snow had organized for a show to be put on for his citizens. As the clock began to chime the hour, President Snow stood up on his podium and quieted the citizens. Everyone looked to him to start the famous execution. News reporters and photographers were weaved in the crowd. No one wants to miss this event.
"Citizens of the Capitol!" He began, his voice more shrill than expected. "I want to welcome you here today to witness history. These Victors behind me were leaders of a failed rebellion. As a result of this rebellion, District Thirteen is truly dead. Many of the citizens there died so we can put this rebellion to rest. This event today is to show you what happens when you defy the Capitol. We have all the past Victors and rebels here with me. I shall start off with the least threatening, leading up to the most. Up first, Victor of the second Quarter Quell and mentor, Haymitch Abernathy."
The moment Haymitch's name was said, two Peacekeepers dragged him onto the stage. They had him stand under his rope as they fixed it around his neck. One Peacekeeper stayed behind him, while the other worked the drop floor under Haymitch's feet. President Snow waited until they were set to look at the crowd. "Haymitch is charged with assisting a rebellion against the Capitol. Gentlemen, if you may." The Peacekeeper working the drop floor pulled the lever and Haymitch fell to his death. The rope snagged his throat and cut off his air supply. A few women screamed as Haymitch lost his life.
President Snow continued on with the executions. After Haymitch, Gale Hawthorne followed. After Gale, Johanna Mason, Finnick Odair, Plutarch Heavensbee, Beetee, and Commander Paylor followed. After each death, the crowd clapped and a few people cheered. Only two more rebels left to terminate. President Snow cleared his throat before speaking once more. "Our second highest ranked rebel is Peeta Mellark. Peeta is charged with starting the rebellion and assistance, along with communicating with the rebels." The noose is secured around Peeta's thin neck as President Snow finishes talking. He gave the nod and the Peacekeeper pulled the lever. Peeta fell through the floor, the rope snapping his neck.
Only one more rebel remained. The famed Mockingjay will have her wings clipped. President Snow smiled to his city. "And now, only one more rebel of this rebellion remains. Miss Katniss Everdeen." Katniss was walked up by five Peacekeepers to her rope beside Peeta's. As she is adjusted to her rope, Snow begins to read off her charges. "Katniss is charged with breaking out of the arena, starting the rebellion, sneaking out of District Twelve on a daily basis, and not being loyal to the Capitol." A few Capitol citizens gasp at her list as she is adjusted. Katniss' face looks away from the citizens. She looks to the sky, not focusing on the crowds of Capitol citizens. President Snow takes notice of Katniss' humble appearance, but only for a moment.
That moment of silence carried on as President Snow continued to look at her. He remembered her as only but a name when she volunteered for her sister. When she wasn't the face of the rebellion and helped turn all the districts against him. The moment slipped away as Katniss snapped out of her daydream-like state. She began to scream loudly to the Capitol, knowing that the cameras were trained on her. "Don't listen to him!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "He will continue to kill your children and treat you badly! The Hunger Games won't solve anything!" Her screams carried all throughout the city and she continued to scream until President Snow intervened.
"Gentlemen." He says, looking to the Peacekeeper in charge of the drop floor. He pulled the lever one last time and the rebellion died. Katniss dangled from her rope in front of the Capitol. President Snow looks at all the hanging rebels and looks back to his city. "Ladies and gentlemen, the rebellion is now over. And, to everyone in the remaining eleven districts, do not make this mistake again. Instead of Katniss and Peeta on those ropes, it could be you. The Hunger Games will begin once more, starting next summer. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." And with that, President Snow signed off and the Capitol citizens cheered.
100 years later...
The video turned off in a classroom. The class of District Ten children stared at the blank screen. They have only read about the Mockingjay Rebellion and the execution in books. Seeing the Mockingjay die on-screen was different from just reading about it. A few kids wiped away tears. The teacher, dressed in a simple outfit, looked to her students. "So, class, that is why there is no District Twelve. The Games are still continuing, and no one has started a rebellion since. I know the Reaping is in two weeks. I wish the odds will be in your favor to stay in our district. Yes, Jace?"
A boy with blonde hair and green eyes had his hand raised. "What do you think would have happened if the Mockingjay carried through with the rebellion?" A few kids around him nodded and muttered a few things.
"I can't be saying these things, so no one repeat what I say. Got it?" The class nods their heads. "I believe if Katniss and Peeta were successful, the Games would no longer exist. We'd be living in a more peaceful country than today. But, I also believe that someone would have come along after Katniss and Peeta died to reinstate the Hunger Games. We can only hope."
A/N: To celebrate my 1 year anniversary of stories on this site, I have decided to re-write my first story, Seventh Quarter Quell. This story will delve deeper into Jada's home life, her family, and her interactions with Capitolites/tributes. If you haven't read Seventh Quarter Quell, you should go do that. The chapters are short (roughly 1,000 to 1,500 words) and it shouldn't take too long. I enjoyed writing Seventh Quarter Quell a year ago, but I hope that this re-write will be *better* than my original. Thank you for reading the prequel and enjoy the rest of the story.
7-7-12 to 7-7-13! Crazy stuff! :D Thank you to everyone who has read my stories, no matter which one you read first. I just want to thank everyone! Love you!
~Ashlee