Author's Note: Hey everyone! So, this is only my second fanfic that I have posted so far. The first one was my Catching Fire Re-Write that I wrote a little bit ago. Okay, so in terms of grammar and paragraphs it wasn't that great, but the story was good overall. My goal with this sequel is to put those two things together. Though, I am also doing this on a stupid little phone with a small screen. So if there is no indents for a new paragraph or spacing between sentences is weird, I apologize. I honestly, really don't know how to fix that.

:( So, here is my sequel! I hope you like it! Please RR!

Prologue

Two security guards open the double doors, revealing President Coin and Plutarch Heavensbee. Both are sitting along a wide table, in comfortable desk chairs.

"Welcome Katniss, my name is President Coin. I'm sure Haymitch has told you about me."

I almost roll my eyes at his name. Haymitch, the traitor.

I clear my throat. "Yes, I've heard about you."

President Coin gestures to one of the chairs.

"Have a seat. We were fortunate to pick you up from the Capital in time . . . you see, we can't have a rebellion without a leader."

I look around the room, avoiding to answer. President Coin leans in. "The only way Panem will have freedom again is if we fight. To do that, we need somebody to march us to the Capital." I shift in my seat.

Plutarch sighs.

"Katniss, what President Coin is trying to say is . . . that we need you to become the leader, the Mockingjay." I finally meet eyes with them, then shake my head. "I've never been a leader. I'm not good at that. You've got to find somebody else."

"We need you Katniss. You are the inspiration for the people. The spark of the rebellion! Panem is restless, uprisings have been happening every day now." Plutarch exclaims.

"No they don't want me! They want someone who is confident and good with words . . . they don't need me, they need Peeta." My voice cracks at his name.

Coin and Plutarch exchange looks.

"Katniss, you know that Peeta is in the Cap-"

"Because you left him there! You abandoned him!" I cry.

"The Capital had to have one of you! Or they would have bombed all of Thirteen." Plutarch explains.

"Then why wasn't I arrested?" I ask demandingly.

Neither of them answer. I glare at both of them. Their cowardliness has already shown.

President Coin rubs her forehead. "We ask at least that you please think about it. There can be no revolution without a leader."

Author's Note: So that is my prologue everyone! Now I know your thinking that this story will drag on forever without Peeta, but don't worry! There will be MAJOR EVERLARK in later chapters, I promise.

Chapter One:

It's been exactly a month since I came to District Thirteen. A month since Peeta was taken. Each day I think about how things could be different. If I had just made him climb the ladder, or forced the hovercraft to turn around, but I didn't. I didn't and now Peeta is in the hands of President Snow.

Gale took me in a hovercraft to see the ruins of my home a week ago. I've never seen anything more dead and empty then the remains District Twelve. Skeletons aligned the town's square along with the ruins of the shops and houses. Buildings crumbled and rubble lay everywhere. Peeta's family was found dead after the wreck, and so was Alyssa's. Almost no one living in the town survived. I visited the remains of my old home, and the sound structure of my new one. Strangely, the Victors' Village was not destroyed. All the houses remained intact.

I picked up my father's hunting jacket, my mother's medicine, and the plant book Peeta and I had worked on. Not far away from my house, I spotted good ole' Buttercup wandering around. After a good amount of squirming, I managed to shove him into my bag.

"How was it?" Gale had asked me once I entered the plane.

After a great sob, I wrapped my arms around him. He graciously held me as I cried. Gale is not Peeta, but it felt good to have contact with a human being again.

District Thirteen possesses an odd way of life underground. Every day a schedule is stamped onto you skin in bright purple letters. Showing you what you have to complete that day. Even though I must get stamped, I rub off the schedule with my thumb. I'm sure people are irritated that I ignore the every day routine, but I honestly don't care. All of Thirteen thinks I'm crazy anyway.

Most of my time I spend sitting in the hospital with Alyssa and Jayce. Alyssa is fortunately recovering quickly from the knife stab she earned in the arena. Jayce has never left her side since the accident. Especially after she found out about the surprising deaths of her family. Jayce is really all she has now.

"And that looks like the last one."

The nurse says, pealing off a piece of fabric from Alyssa's middle. Revealing the dark purple line next to her belly button.

Alyssa bites her lip.

"Does it look bad?" She asks us. Jayce kisses her forehead. I pat her hand.

"It will heal."

The nurse gives Alyssa her prescribed medication, and I then decide to leave her and Jayce to be alone. As I am leaving the room, I spot Finnick visiting a tribute of his.

"Finnick!" I call to him.

Finnick and I have oddly grown closer since the Quarter Quell. Along with Peeta and some of the other victor's getting arrested, Finnick's mysterious love, a girl named Annie Cresta, was taken too. I don't know much about her, but I've heard many people say that she is mentally challenged. Supposedly, she went crazy after one of her allies head's got chopped off in the arena.

Finnick talks about her often when we are together. And I tell him about Peeta. We both comfort each other in our misery.

"Hey Katniss," Finnick nods toward me. I walk over to him. I see that he is holding two pieces of rope in his hands.

"What are those for?" I ask, pointing at the pieces.

Finnick holds the ropes up.

"I'm making knots, I realized that it helps . . . you know, keep my mind off things." He looks down as his ears turn pink.

"Could you teach me how to do that? It may help me as well." I say encouragingly. Finnick gives me a small smile.

"Sure, let's go get you some rope."

So we make knots. Everyday. Before meals and after, while we talk, when we can't sleep. It makes my hands sore, but I don't care. It helps keep my mind off Peeta. Off of the rebellion.

Author's Note: So yeah, that was Katniss's first sucky month in the District Thirteen without Peeta. :( I decided to strengthen the relationship between Finnick/Katniss because of the lack of friendship they had in my first book. There are some more tweaks like that to come.