I know, I know, I shouldn't be writing this! But this idea literally won't leave me alone. I'm loving the Hunger Games fanfiction recently, and I've been watching the movies repeatedly, and I NEED to write this!
Some important things before we start; Peeta and Katniss are twins, Finnick is not in love with Annie, and Gale and Katniss do not have the best friend/possible lovers relationship.
-Prologue-
"Congratulations to the victor of the 73rd Annual Hunger Games, Blaine Harris, of District 6!" President Snow called out from his balcony.
Tonight was a momentous night, according to many in the capitol. Tonight was meant to be a celebration of the joy and happiness that is supposedly associated with the games. The latest Victor was paraded around as if his accomplishment should be remembered. As if they should want to remember their 'victory' and how they got it.
But tonight was also the night of what would most accurately be described as the start of a revolution. Not that the capitol, or indeed even the President, was aware of such a meeting taking place. But take place it did,and in attendance were many who had been through the same fate as Blaine Harris, who have experienced the same 'victory'.
In a quiet room, underneath a rare plain, unsuspecting building, hidden away in the depths of the capitol maze, a plan was hatched.
"They are nearly ready, they only need another year or two before the rebellion can truly begin," whispered a spy, one that had taken five years to infiltrate the unaware Hunger Games' gamemakers.
"And what do you suppose we do until then? Twiddle our thumbs, perhaps?" the victor of the 50th hunger games asked.
The spy waved his hand dismissively. "You all have a job, that's what. The rebellion has man power, but one district against the capitol will never be enough. We need word to be spread, but without a major announcement."
The 58th victor looked towards the spy. "That is a feat nigh impossible for us. Victors are monitored, regularly."
The 45th victor rubbed his jaw. "Sadly, the capitol won't fall because of one district."
"We need a figurehead, is what you're all saying, isn't it?" the, admittedly snarky, 71st victor said, rolling her eyes, "someone to unite the districts and make everyone want to fight."
"Yes," the spy said, nodding his head, "what we need is a spark, something to set the districts off."
"You know this won't happen quickly?" the 65th victor said, "not only does change not occur overnight, but who knows when this person will come along, and who they'll be."
"We're prepared to wait. As I said, things are not truly ready yet. The President is prepared to hold things off for up to four years, if necessary."
"That would not be strategically advantageous," the 35th victor stated.
"Yes, who knows what will happen between now and then. We need this to happen while we still have some idea of the future," the 38th victor agreed with her counterpart.
"So, assuming one of us finds this person, this spark, what do we do?" the 33rd victor questioned, "how do we get word to the victors, and District 13?"
The spy shook his head. "We'll know. Trust me. This person won't be one that we need to inform each other of. No, the true candidate will come to us."
The 50th victor shook his head. "You realise the impossibility of the picture you're painting, right?"
The 65th victor thought for a moment before speaking. "But what else can we do? He's right, the President is right. Without more support from the Districts, the rebellion becomes but a thought in our imaginations."
The 71st victor agreed, somewhat reluctantly. "So more inevitable waiting? Greaatt."
The 33rd victor managed a smile, despite the serious situation. "But it will happen. That is the point. What we have all waited for, the rebellion, will occur. I can feel it."
OK, so just to make it a little mysterious, I didn't mention tributes. While you're reading this you may not know who they are, so it makes it a little fun. But feel free to google all of them. It is rather obvious. Writing the next chapter RIGHT NOW! :D