Part 1: The Spark

Chapter 1

I stood motionless in front of cameras and flashes, people took picture after picture, just hoping to get a glimpse of me. Though I didn't feel very picture worthy, I mean, I killed a girl just a bit older than me. It was in the heat of the moment, it was crazy and a blur and I was just trying to avenge Clive… Clive. I haven't got him out of my head since that day, when the games ended. And when he gave me his mother's ring, I haven't taken it off, not once since that day.

The Professor told me that I would eventually get over the pain and the suffering and the death of the games, but I haven't, not yet anyway. Clive buzzes in my mind everyday; Becky shouts my name, little Nina waving good-bye. I just wish that I could go all the way back to the reaping and just not be picked at all, to not go through this. Just because the games are over, the memories last forever and ever. I will never forget my time in the arena, never in a million years.

If only God could bring my fellow tributes back to life, even Rosetta and even Ilyana, the games ruin everything that one has planed for the future, everything they wanted to achieve, die in the arena or not, their lives are messed up forever, my life is messed up forever.

Soon after I went back to St. Mystere, I got a visit from our Prime Minister, Bill Hawks. He barged into my home, Ingrid cooked him and me a meal and we talked over my time in the arena. The only other time I had even met with him in person is when he crowned me victor, and I wasn't too thrilled about that.

"So Miss Reinhold, congratulations on becoming victor of the 46th annual Hunger Games," he had smiled and lifted his cup of wine for a toast, but I didn't.

"Thank you," I replied bluntly, taking a bite of my salad.

"So, your Victory Tour is in a couple months, are you excited at all for it?" He asked me.

"Not particularly," I responded, the look on his face was just priceless.

"What!" He placed his glass on the table with a bang, "How come, I mean you get to travel through England, through every district-" I cut him off.

"Not 13," I interrupted him.

"District 13, it does not exist," I heard the lie in his voice.

"Not according to-" it was his turn to cut me off.

"Let's stick to another subject," he took a sip of his wine.

"Alright then," I twirled my fork, "What did you do to Clive's parents?"

After that he left, he never did answer my question, the only question that I really wanted to know. When I helped Ingrid clean up, she told me that was risky to ask, considering that Clive was a part of a secret society against London. When I asked her how she knew, Ingrid just shrugged and said that people talk.

After the Prime Minister's visit things got easier, less and less paparazzi came to take stupid pictures of me. I was incredibly thankful for that, I hated the flash. The Professor even came to visit every once in a while, every time he did I asked him about Claire and her story, he told me again and again that it was way too complicated. I never did believe him though, life was complicated, especially now.

My Victory Tour came soon enough, I wasn't at all excited for it, just another few months I have to live away from home, not only that, I have to face the families of tributes that I killed or tried to save. I also have to go without Claire, she was one of my only close friends in London and where she is, I don't know. I don't think she's dead, I never did, she came back to life and if she can, all of my fellow tributes can.

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"Flora!" Puzzlette ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my scrawny shoulders, "Let's get you ready for your first stop, District 12! " Oh great, one of my only enemies in the arena; I have to face her parents first. The train was already at the station, we just had to drive there, with Puzzlette babbling the whole time. But at least I the Professor's shoulder to sleep on.

"When we get to the train, we'll have…" I droned her out, when we got the train; we'll figure everything out then, I didn't need to hear it now. I closed my eyes and began to drift away into sleep, "Flora!" I jolted upwards; Puzzlette's face was angry and annoyed.

"What?" I asked her.

"You need to pay attention, you are going in front of the world, this is important! You don't want to make a fool of yourself!"

"I think I already have," I replied nonchalantly. The look on Puzzlette's face made me want to laugh, but I didn't, I stared forward outside the car. I could see the train in the distance.

"Well, we're almost here, you'll have to pay attention when we get inside," Puzzlette sounded sad, but she did not show it on her face.

"Alright then." I replied slowly. We all exited the car and entered the train. It was just like the one that took me to London after the reaping. I hated this train, it took me away from my home and it could have taken me to my doom.

"Okay," Puzzlette said once we were inside, "It'll take about two days to get to District 12, so you can eat and sleep all you want," she smiled at me and I smiled back. Though we are both very different, we can get along.

"Thanks Puzzlette," I gave her a hug that I knew she wasn't expecting.

"Oh, um you're welcome," she stuttered.

Hey everyone! This is the sequel to the Hunger Puzzles! I know that this was short, but it was just an introduction, I hope you will enjoy this story (and this trilogy!) Peace out girl scout! –Lil