a.n. This happens after the end on Mockingjay. Katniss failed to destroy the Capitol. It's my first Hunger Games fanfic so be nice and review. The first chapter is an overview of all the districts but the story is mostly about the girl from district 7. These districts are also just shown as I've pictured them, so if you don't like how I portrayed them then I'm sorry. Tell me if I should continue this because I'm not so sure.

Through The Fire and Flames

Francheska Anazette

Prologue Two Years Later

District 7

"Asher can you please get that for me?" The little girl asked her brother. He smiled and she watched as he grabbed the hatchet from where it hung. "Thanks Asher. I'm going to go practice now." He smiled and then grabbed his own. He pulled out two rocks and started to sharpen the dull part of it.

District 7's people had already started to work. I looked around at the people. Missus Maryella was sending out her little nine year old. He ran out, and she called him back so he could get his hatchet. Maryella had her leg severely mangled when she was younger from a wood cutting accident. She spent her days working on medicine and such for when there are accidents.

I grabbed my hatchet and spare axes. Walking into the shop, I smiled. "Is there any more imported food?" Maryella shook her head negative. "What? We should have had a shipment two weeks ago!" I looked at the food in the shop. It was all stale, and gross. I picked up a piece of molding bread, and growled at the lack of provisions.

"Calm down Calla. You have your father's temper, but your mothers looks. Keep that anger in check." She moved her wheelchair over to the back door. "Come here." I peeked in, and saw she was cooking something. "It's beef."

"Beef? Even after the Capital's fall we can't eat beef!"

"Sh!"

She spooned a bit into a bowl and handed it to me with some stale bread. I ate it quickly and then thanked the woman. I knew better than to ask how she got it. "Now go cut down a few trees." I nodded and then walked outside. The sun was high up in the sky. My eyes were temporarily blinded. Then again trees had to have sunny places to grow.

I moved into the lush forest because my quota was looming over my head. I grabbed my three axes off of my back. They never left my side. Ever since the Capital's fall we've been having to live by the New Rulings. The Hunger Games were still there, and this time you had to work to not be picked. The quota was your lifeline. If you miss your quota for the day then you get your name put in again. If you are late you get your name put in. If you do anything out of line your name is put in. It was hell.

My name was in there twelve times. District seven was pretty big so I guess it wasn't too bad. I shoved the leaves out of my way as I picked my tree. I circled around it twice and then drove my axe into it. The sound was echoed by others in the forest. I drove the axe into the wood again and again.

After three hours of cutting down two trees, I was sitting down with a small water sack. I pulled out my knives and axes I practiced throwing them at different spots on trees. A twig cracked behind me. My knife whizzed through the air, and I turned to watch it almost hit it's mark. "You know Calla sometimes I think you wish you were in the games."

"No. I never wish that. If I am in it though...I want to be the one who wins."

He looked at me, and then pried the knife out of the tree examining it. "Then I wish you luck on the Reaping tomorrow." He smiled at me, and moved his blond hair out of his eyes. He was mocking me. Anger flooded through me. "I think you should be nicer to me considering my status-"

"Shut up Siva. I don't give a shit about you or your family. Just because you stood by the Capitol doesn't mean we all did."

"Oh yeah I forgot about your disgusting mother. Oh and dear Calista's father dearest had in on it-" I threw another knife and listened to his scream as it hit him in the stomach. "Son of a bi-"

"Next time, I hit your heart."

I walked past him and then paused. "My knife if you will." I said holding out my hand for it. He grimaced as he yanked it out of his body. I grabbed it out of his hand, and then moved on to cut down another tree. However, my luck was running out.

District 6

I slid the lube onto the gear and then moved to put more of the sticky substance onto the crank. "Metro have you got that piece finished yet?" I heard my dad ask from some other area near me. I quickly slid on the other gears that would fix the machine. Stupid cogs.

"Yeah dad just got to put it on the belt." I called to him. There was a grunt in response. This engine was only number seven of the twelve we had to get done today. Daylight was fading, and I just hoped that mom would be able to get some food tonight before the Peacekeepers flood in. I brushed my brown hair out of my eyes. It looked greasy, and it probably was. There was no clean running water here so we had to bathe once a week because thats the only time we get clean water...once a week.

I slid my hands under the engine while my partner, Bosco, helped my lift it onto the conveyor belt. The thing was heavy and slippery because of the grease on my hands, but we managed it. The relief of getting it out of our station was short lived though as the next one came and the process started all over again. "You ready for the Reaping tomorrow?" Bosco asked. He was too old for it even since they moved the age up to 10 to 35. I unfortunately wasn't. "How many times is your name in there?"

"Fourteen."

"Maybe you'll get lucky."

"Aaron wasn't." Aaron was my brother. He was picked last year and was the twentieth person to die. He was dismembered by a psycho from District 8. His name had only been in there three times.

Bosco looked at me and put a hand on my shoulder. "You won't get picked Metro. You're too good of a person to be picked." Aaron was a good guy too, but he isn't standing here today. "The games have taken from all of us Metro. Maybe someone will finally change the way the games are played." I hoped so. I looked up and then quickly grabbed my tools. The Peacekeepers had arrived for inspection. "Rotate three degrees to the left and fifteen up." Bosco said as I moved the screws to their proper place. "No get some laser in there and clean up that mess they left." He muttered something about the men getting lazy. I just hoped the Reaping would come so that it could leave.

District 5

The keys on the holoboard were flying as I clicked the buttons. My father was watching and he would point out something. "Mr. Taro and Electra we have some more from the Capitol. Apparently they are malfunctioning because of the 43 point sector in the fifth compartment of the database. It's operating slowly and is making things appear in the games slower. They want this fixed pronto."

"Got it." My dad said not taking his eyes off the screen. I kept plugging in numbers and codes. I stopped and then let my dad finish reading over the formula. "Hm... I think that if you were to add this here," He clicked a section of the code and plugged in two more numbers. ",then it would be easier for the power cables to project it to the Capitol-"

"But it would also slow down the program."

"It is better that it is slower and not at risk for malfunctions, than it is for it to be fast and risky."

"You say the same thing about the games."

"Let's not talk about that right now."

Dad was always a sore guy when the Games were mentioned. I think it is the fact that my aunt was lost to the games that did it for him. I didn't know my aunt. I just don't care for the whole thing. If I were to be in the games I would just camouflage myself to look like the ground, and I would lay there catching whatever animal came my way. That or I would just steal everyone else's food.

District 2

"You are too slow! Get faster! Do you want to die in there? No! Now get off your ass and work!" Sweat was covering my body like a blanket. I got up though, and I grabbed the sword off the ground. "Again." He swung at me. I ducked and went for his feet. He jumped and I moved to plow my shoulder into his stomach. He was knocked back, but he brought the sword down on my head. I felt dizzy, and I swung blindly. Everything was spinning. "Halt!"

I grabbed the wall. I was panting hard, and I couldn't see straight. "Marks what were you thinking hitting that hard?"

"If these were the Games-"

"They aren't the games! Get your mind out of the clouds! Now my best fighter has a freaking concussion!" He grabbed a water bottle and handed it to me. "Drink up Bullet. Remember this is your year." Yes. My year to go into the Games. I breathed in deep and then smiled at my teacher. "Now get back up there and train." I nodded and got back onto the platforms.

District 12

We all woke up. "Gale can you please help me get the clothes for Rory? I can't find them and Vick is giving me some trouble-"

"No! Mom-mom I can't. I can't go into the Games. You saw how they killed-"

"It won't be you Vick. It's okay there are people with their names in there so many more. Your name is only in there twice. It'll be-"

"No! I'm not going! I can't go! I can't die like...like..."

I walked into my brother's room and grabbed his clothes. Rory was sitting on the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. He rested his head on his knees. "Gale I'm scared." I sat down next to him, and put an arm around his shoulders like I would every Reaping. "I wish Katniss won."

"I do too. Get dressed and cleaned up. We have to be there soon."

"Is Katniss going to be there?"

"She can't stop them Rory. It won't matter."

"I know...but sometimes I wish she did."

District 9

I heaved the sack of grain onto my shoulder, and slowly walked towards the machine. I felt a whip meet my back. "Move faster!" Ever since the strengthening of the Capitol we've been treated worse. We were the main backbone in the uprisings and rebellions. Now we were reduced to a place worse then cattle. We are born, we work, we breed, we die. That routine became all of our lives.

Inside the processing plant were new things that we had to use. It would do something to the grain, but whatever it did, it made our work that much harder. I wiped the sweat off my brow, and saw my brother turning a crank on one of the new machines. His small body was oozing fatigue and he could barely turn the crank on the monster. I walked over and gently forced his hands off the crank. "I'll finish. You move on and pick more grain okay?" He gave me a thankful smile and then scurried off to the fields.

I poured my grain into a small hole in the side of the metal contraption. It roared like a beast, and then steam erupted from a small tube in the top of it. I moved the crank in its boring circle while looking around the plant.

District 4

I grabbed the netting in my hands. My fingers trailed across it, and I smiled finding the fish. I grabbed it, and set it into a small basket near my feet. It squirmed and writhed trying to get back to the sea. I searched the net for another fish. My blind eyes were open, but no sun could clear the fog from them. "Eloise? Do you have your quota filled?"

"No Hanan. It's okay. They wouldn't put me in. I'd be no fun."

"Eloise they don't pick you before hand! If you get picked no one will volunteer for you!"

"I know Hanan, and maybe that's a good thing. No one will suffer in my name."

I grabbed another fish and set it in the basket. The first one had now gone motionless, and the second one was getting there. "I'm almost done for the day-"

"Let me help y-"

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare try to take over my work because I can't see! I'm blind not stupid!"

"I know-I know just let me-"

"NO!" I shouted as I felt my cheeks redden. "I will not be babied!" I threw the, now empty, net into the basket and picked it up. Fifty fish. Fifty-three is my quota. Another name in the box. Another luck of the draw.

District 8

I grabbed the pile of blue fabric, and loaded it into the train to go to the Capitol. My sister was already filling up another box. "You're working hard today Magenta." She grunted some word and continued sewing the dress. It was pretty, but she was going to have to ruin it with Capitol style. The blue silk would fade to a gentle green, and the (for now) strapless dress would soon have giant puff balls as sleeves.

She got up and grabbed a black piece of fabric. It looked nothing like the other ones she had been making, so I was curious. She started to cut the fabric, and hold it onto the dress, only to cut some more off. "What are you doing?"

"Even if I can't start a rebellion, I want them to know that while I'm making their clothes, The Girl On Fire is still in my mind."

"Magenta you can't-"

"While I'm making their damned clothes I'll make them however the hell I want to!" I stared at her.

Magenta was only 15 and her name was in the Reaping at least twelve times. While District 8 is a big city, most people here are too old for the Reaping. Magenta and around fifty other kids plus me were eligible. She couldn't risk her life like this. "Trust me Cyan. They'll love it even if it starts a rebellion." She started to sew some of the black fabric onto the blue. She spent a few more minutes on it, and finally she held it up.

The blue dress now had a cape. The cape acted like straps on the dress before it flowed back behind the dress. It looked like black fire. Small shimmering things seemed to be a mist over the cloth. It was like a black fire burning the cool and calm that has been forced upon us. "Well what do you think?"

"It's cool." She gave me a scowl and then smiled brightly. "Come on sis. Let's get home before the Peacekeepers ask for more uniforms."

District 3

I took a bite of my small square shaped roll. I then turned back to the computer...or the scraps that will be a computer. I sighed and started working. The small green board was less than satisfactory. It wouldn't last very long in a holo. I guess it would have to be put in anyways. I breathed in another gulp of polluted air, and then started to activate the code on the green panel. It would show me the design.

A design for a computer slid up from the green panel like a projection. "Disassemble." I said and the projection slowly dismantled the computer. I memorized each piece and where it would go. The projection vanished. I started to grab pieces and tools. This would be a short project. "Evie Draugh you have three more after this-"

"Shut up and let me work then." I snapped at the Peacekeeper. He had been bugging me all day. "I mean you want this done? You can learn how to do this in exactly four point three seven five hours and then I would like to see you assemble it. If you want it done shut up."

I grabbed another roll and bit into it harshly. I grabbed the tools and started to push the buttons. Every time I called for a tool it would hover up and into my hand. I could have the tools do other things while I worked on one thing. It was pretty handy. "Closing time is in-"

"Two point six eight hours. I know."

"How the hell do you-"

"Shut up." I said, now bored with the annoying soldier. "Screw on left side two point three centimeters up is loose, please tighten." The tool moved up and tightened it. "Now fix the wire on left side right on wall. Give it a zap." The wire was activated, and I smiled as I put it into the box it would be in for the Capitol. "There. Now I'm going to go take a shit. I'll be back later." I stood up and felt my joints and bones pop from the hours of sitting. I cracked my neck, and then left the room.

District 11

I saw my sister, Kara, and her best friend gathering corn and putting them in their baskets. I watched as Kara slipped a cob into her dress folds. I smirked. She's such a smart girl. Her friend pulled back her black, curly, hair, and then set her basket down at another section. Sweat was on her dark brow, and she looked at the sky, and whistled the time. It was already 6 o clock. Almost time for the twelve minute dinner break, or I think they give us a dinner.

I grabbed some more apples from the trees. They weren't quite ready, but after the major rebellion against the Capitol we've been having to make up for lost time. I rolled my shoulders back and heard the popping of the joints. I had a sort of basket that hooked around my waist. Then two more were around my arms. I sighed as I picked five more apples off the trees and into my baskets. They were almost full, but that just meant one more load until my quota was finished. With the Reaping coming up I couldn't risk getting my name put in there more. I looked back over to my sister.

She was talking with her friend, whose name is Tali. They seemed to be arguing over something, and Kara moved to kick her basket when a Peacekeeper came by. He stared her down, and she stared back before finally lowering her eyes. Her anger was too quick to act. "Control your sister!" The Peacekeeper yelled to me. I rolled my eyes. "Control her or I'll do it for you." I felt my eyes whip around to face the Peacekeeper.

"You know for a Peacekeeper you sure are full of-" A hand clamped over my mouth. It was probably Keno. He was always looking out for me. I shoved his hands off. "Don't you dare go touching my sister you slimy-" The hand clamped over again. I ripped it off. "If I find out you have, then those pants of yours will be stained with the blood of your own-"

"That is enough!" I looked at my sister. She was fuming and red in the face.

"Fuck off you creep. Keno and Ronni will always be here to cut your balls off. You'll never get to have me, and even if you did I'd cut your balls off before you get an inch too close."

"You'll want it one day Kara. One day when you're starving you'll come to me begging for it." She turned her face away, and I watched as Tali grabbed her shoulders. She was whispering something in her ear. Whatever she said made Kara smile. I swear if I ever got the chance to deal with one of those dirt bags, I would have a very fun time.

District 1

I grabbed my pickax for my job. The mines were pretty hard after a day full of training. "Jet you are in tunnel seven today." I nodded and headed through the familiar tunnels. I started to work almost immediately. The mines were full of precious gems, and the one I work in happened to be a blue zircon and garnet mine.

I grabbed a bucket as I struck some of the dark red gem. It fell into the bucket, and made a loud clanging noise. Every raise of the ax made my sore muscles cry with pain. Training had been pushed to a whole new level of hell today since tomorrow is the Reaping. I heard another clanging sound as another bit of the gem fell into the bucket. As I mindlessly worked I couldn't stop thinking about the Games. This was going to be my year. I was going to get in, and if I didn't I might just have to volunteer.

District 10

"Yahii. Yahii." I felt the strange sound leave my throat as the cows slowly moved into a clutter of beef. I made a clicking noise in the back of my throat and lightly tapped a cow that tried to get out of line. I hit it harder when it tried to move back out. The cow turned to face me, and I let out a small growl in the back of my throat. It huffed at me, and I lunged at it. I swung myself onto its back and gripped it around it's neck with my arms. It let out a cow version of a scream, and I dug my fingers into its neck.

I hopped back off and moved quickly. Other people kept the heard in a tight clump. "I don't see why you have to do that."

"It keeps them in line, and it's kind of fun." I smiled and held my crop tightly in my hand. "Plus we're leading them to slaughter. I don't think it matters if they die here or there." I pointed to the big shack that we were leading the cows to.

I also wanted to get this job done fast. After this one I would be done with my quota, and I would be able to get home in time for supper. Plus I would get to play with little baby Fin. I never got time to play with him. He was only three years old, and mom was always working. That greasy old lady and her gross husband had to take care of him. He was always looking at me weird you know?

"Justina!" I quickly snapped the crop near the cows foot. It walked faster, and I watched the front of the line go into the shack. We were to wait outside until the first fifteen were done. Then the next group would go, and that would continue on for three more rounds. I clicked my tongue and the cows stopped moving around so much. This area had no crass though, so they were shuffling about. "We're next." I nodded at the leader of our group. I don't remember his name, but his mustache was very strangely shaped. "Work faster Justina or else you'll be in that Reaping more." I shrunk at these words. I couldn't end up like sissy. She was just...slaughtered...exactly like these cows were. Slaughtered.