"'If we lose?' Plutarch looks out at the clouds, and an ironic smile twists his lips. 'Then I would expect next year's Hunger Games to be quite unforgettable."' Mockingjay, pg 84.
A/N: Okay, so this is my attempt at making a continual story. It's based on this line above from Mockingjay. ^^^ To clarify, Peeta is NOT hijacked during this time. Oh, and this is told in Prim's point of view.
Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins. I can only wish. All rights go to her.
Prologue:
Katniss screams. The sound is heard even through the loudest of Capitol noises. Today's the day of the 76th Games. A team of escorts show up to take her out- but not before Peeta can calm her down. He wraps his arms gently around her, whispering, trying to soothe her; "shhh.. It'll be okay, Katniss. I'm right here. Everything will be fine." She has to be strong if she's going to be a mentor. She has to be strong if she wants her sister and Gale to make it out alive. Every breath she takes feels like a knife to the lungs, the heart. She's holding on to Peeta tightly, as if he's the one thing anchoring her to the rest of the world. They don't have much time left. Her very worst fears have came true, the Hunger Games are not over. President Snow is as powerful as ever, and nothing, nothing, can keep her family safe.
Peeta continues rubbing her back, trying to calm her. "It's okay, Katniss. Everything will be fine." But not even Peeta can soothe her, because Katniss knows that things are far, far, from being okay.