THIS STORY IS VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY, A/U. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THINGS THAT ARE SUPER A/U, CLICK THE BACK BUTTON ON THE TOP OF YOUR SCREEN RIGHT NOW.

If you're still reading, congratulations because you're in for the emotional roller coaster and ride of your life. If this story doesn't constantly leave you on cliff hangers, keep you on your toes, and keep you interested then I'm not doing my job. But I warn you. Some of your favorite characters may die. And I wish you luck on dealing with their deaths – some may be gruesome and some may be quick and painless, but most will happen – as not to spoil it for you, I won't tell you which characters, but I will tell you that if you don't like the idea of my OC beating some rebels to a bloody pulp I highly suggest you click the little back button and choose a story where Peeta and Katniss run off and have their two precious children and don't deal with a thing I put them through. Or maybe Haymitch and Effie and patch things up, get together, and get married. Perhaps Finnick lives and Annie and him raise their little boy. Because you will find hardly any happiness in this story. Oh, and don't forget: In my story, no one is who they appears to be, no matter how much you wish to differ. No matter what the book says.

Happy Reading, And May The Odds Be Ever In Your Character's Favor!

Prologue: Run

Crack! Crack! Crack! The shots ring through the air. Although I miss the first time, I get two rebels to crumble to the ground. Another three shots. This time I cripple – oh the joy, how long have I waited for him to die? – the Haymitch Abernathy. Next to him that traitor Plutarch lifts the other traitor, Euphemia, into the air. Haymitch is wounded, and cannot move. I am about to make a death shot when someone pummels me to the ground.

"Wha-" Of course. The infamous Peeta Mellark. We battle over the rifle for a few seconds before he disarms me, holding the gun right between my eyes.

"You won't kill me. You can't kill me. There's too much blood on your hands Peeta Mellark. You're tired of the killing."

"One more couldn't hurt." He grits out, but I can tell that for him, it would hurt. I cackle.

"Yes. Maybe so. For Katniss Everdeen or Gale Hawthorne or even that wretched Haymitch Abernathy. Maybe for Plutarch Heavensbee, even. But not for you. You're tired of the death, and you would hate nothing more than another person's blood on your hands. Now wouldn't you?"

"Shut up! Don't talk about that mutt!" He screams.

"Oh… Katniss? She never loved you anyway, yet you still fight for her cause. I thought you were a clever boy, what with leading the Careers away from her and that little pregnancy act. But you're actually quite stupid. She. Doesn't. Love. You. That Hawthorne boy is her true love, and you were nothing but a way for her to survive."

Peeta removes the gun from my head and gives me a heart broken look.

"You're right."

"I know. Join us, Peeta. We're going to win. I'm very high up with the President, I can get you immunity," I stand and grab his hands. "and besides… I will love you, Peeta Mellark. I won't hurt you like the stupid mutt. There will be no man or boy to change that."

What you're doing is cruel, Callista. Playing with a man's broken heart? You're guaranteeing his hurt.

But oh, it's for the Capitol right? Anything to preserve your precious home.

Peeta sighs and hands me back my rifle. I turn around and rest back on my spot on the sill of the roof. After a little bit of searching through my scope, I spot the Mockingjay. Perfect.

"I have my target locked. Peeta, on your order." I say to him gently.

"Do it," I hear Peeta plead. "Kill her."

So I pull the trigger. I expect her to die, but she barely misses the bullet. I expect a lot of things today, seeing as the bombs are about to drop on those kids in the circle. I even expect surrender from the rebels.

What I didn't expect, however, was for Peeta to have his own weapon. He shoots my leg and I fall to the ground. Then he holds the gun back at my stomach, which won't guarantee my death, but it would be a hell-of-a-lot of pain.

"You were right. I can't kill you. But I will hurt you enough to where you wish you were dead. No. One. Messes. With. My. Katniss." Then he pulls the trigger and my world goes black.

x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x

The first thing I register when my eyes flutter open is that I am in a hospital.

"What in the-"

"Maleficent Snow, niece of President Snow?"

"Yes?" I drawl lazily, the morphling giving me a small high and making my words lazy and slightly slurred. I vaguely wonder how much they are currently pumping into my system, but it evades my mind like every other piece of information I try to grasp onto.

"Well, welcome to the Clan. It'll be a pleasure to have you aboard, especially with such a heavy influence-"

"Where are you? Where am I?"

"You're location has not been titled yet. The war has barely been lost. I am speaking to you from an intercom, and my voice is disguised. I'd prefer you'd not know what I sound or look like until you agree to our terms."

"My uncle? My mom and dad? Sister? Cousin Rosie?"

"Your Uncle Snow has passed on, as well as your mother and father. Your sister is currently in mental rehabilitation facilities, and Rosevine Snow is currently in the possession of the new regime, but we're already on trying to help her escape." It hurts to find out from this strange voice that I can't even see that my parents are dead and my sister is in a mental hospital, but I lock my jaw and will the tears to stay where they are.

"As I was saying, your influence is a great thing to have on board, considering your position. Secretary of Panem is an ambiguous title to possess. We want you to join our mission to rid this country of the new regime and of Katniss Everdeen and her fellow rebels. You'll be a highly trained assassin, as you're skills in the infantry are very… ah… prestigious. Now there are a few thing you'll need to agree to…"

"Anything." I say, a little too quickly for my comfort.

"Good. You need to know that when I enter the room and reveal my face, you cannot be angry with me. You cannot hate me. You must remain calm. What's past is past and we are a team. You also must understand that until we can get all of the faces of rebellion killed off, then I will need you to keep the location of our whereabouts and the position of your duties a secret. It is very important that no one knows where we are or what we're doing."

I nod my head in understanding. The door to my hospital room opens and I almost scream in anger. But I remain calm. My first thought is;

I am basking in the presence of the traitor himself.

"Hello, Cinna. I haven't seen you since the Quell."

WHOA! I WARNED YOU! I TOLD YOU THINGS WOULD GET MESSY. I TOLD YOU SO! I can totally understand if you don't like the idea of sweet and kind Cinna backstabbing his precious Katniss. You don't have to read next chapter or the one after that.

But if you do like the idea of a different spin on Cinna… then you'll enjoy this story as much as any other reader.