What If?

by Cosmiicao

Five days into the 74th annual Hunger Games, Seneca Crane meets an untimely death. After losing the Head Gamemaker, President Snow has no choice but to appoint Plutarach Heavansbee to the job. On the thirteenth day of the Games, a certain feast takes an unexpected turn of events. Five of six tributes are rescued from the arena, and the rebels plan is put into action.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter One - The Feast

Clove is dangling a foot off the ground, imprisoned in Thresh's arms. I let out a gasp, seeing him like that, towering over me, holding Clove like a rag doll. "What you do to that little girl? You kill her" he roars.

"No! No I-" Clove doesn't have time to finish her sentence. Thresh slams her against the Cornucopia. Her screams of pain ring out through the arena, I can hear Cato calling her name, but he's too far away to help. The pain is evident in his voice, and for one second, I forget where we are, what we've been sent to do. For one second, I want to help that poor, small girl that's being so brutally murdered. Her blood splashes onto the ground and I look away, silently hoping that Prim doesn't have see this.

That's when I see it, the night stars, the moon, the sun, the sky, all crashing down towards us. "Thresh" I screamed, before I could stop myself "get under the Cornucopia".

His confused laughter at my utterly ridiculous statement is cut short, when he too looks up. "The forcefield is failing" he shouts.

In my moment of panic, I dive under the safety of the Cornucopia just a second too late. The last thing I saw, was the entire arena going up in flames, with six teenagers still trapped inside it.

The heat radiating from the metal Cornucopia is unbearable. I don't know how much time had passed, but the fire had only gotten worse. Is this one of the Gamemakers tricks? For some reason, I don't think it is. Surely, they wouldn't kill off six tributes in one fire. I muster up all the strength I have left in me to turn my head. There's no sign of Thresh or Clove. I look up just in time to see a hovercraft materialising above me. I'm hardly dead yet, that I'm sure of, and I haven't heard a cannon. A loud voice rings through the arena, but it isn't Cladius Templesmith.

"And so ends the 74th Hunger Games. The odds are never in our favour".

It was said in a happy, sing-song Capitol accent, almost mockingly. It was the voice of my mentor. Haymitch Abernathy.

A/N

I hope you liked it :D

I'm sad that I couldn't have had Rue here, but she had died before the feast and it wouldn't have really worked out otherwise.

Please review and tell me what you think, I plan to update it soon if enough people like it!

~Cosmiicao