This is going to be a multi-chaptered endeavor. I'm going to guess between 10 and 11 for now. It's a mix between The Hunger Games and Alice in Wonderland, just with a twist. Please review to tell me what you think, or how I could improve. Thank you for taking the time to read this. :D

I'll be updating once or twice a week.

I don't own the Hunger Games nor do I own Alice in Wonderland.

Tick Tock.

"Marry me, Ms. Katniss Everdeen?"

The female's dove eyes flitted across the male in front of her. He had similar grey eyes, and olive toned skin. There was a nervous grin on his lips, a silver ring in a velvet box in his large hands. He was down on one knee, looking up at her.

There was a crowd gathered down below them, holding their breath and waiting in apprehension. Mrs. Hawthorne was up front, with her brown hair in curls pinned against her skull. Her slender hands were wringing in white gloves, probably as anxious as her son was.

"I-I…" Katniss looked out at the crowd, her stomach doing twists. Gale was her friend, but husband? That was an entirely different story. "I need a moment please." She said, hastily snatching up the layers of her dress and skittered away from the scene.

She could hear everyone audibly gasp, and she bet her mother was a few levels passed pissed. But she couldn't force herself turn back around.

She and Gale were friends, the kind that climbed trees together, and made mud pies when they were children. He wasn't the kind of friend she wanted to kiss, or cuddle with. And definitely not the boy she wanted to marry.

Her feet carried her faster away from the horrendous gathering behind her. She heard Gale call her name, she heard tiny footsteps following her and her name was called again. But this time, it was through her little sister's voice.

"Prim go back to mother," Katniss called over her shoulder, not slowing or stopping. There were evergreens lining the grounds surrounding the gigantic Hawthorne palace. Paths intertwined in random patterns, kissing a handful of streams and a major river. Yellow and red roses also lined the pathways, lavender and silver king laced their way underneath the trees too.

"No," the other girl called. Kat could imagine the smaller girl struggling with all the layers their mother forced them to wear. Being 14 had its drawbacks; one of them was a sense of weakness. If she could outrun her baby sister, she would have freedom. "Katniss, just stop and talk to me!"

The eldest Everdeen daughter kept running, the heels of her shoes kept sinking into the soft earth causing her to trip over herself. She fell onto the ground, dirt and small stones digging into the palms of her hands as she tried to brace herself.

"Kat!" Primrose was at her side within seconds, leaning down and wiping the sheen of sweat that had gathered on her forehead. "Please, I just want to talk with you."

The 18 year old watched her baby sister for a moment before nodding. She turned her hands so that she could inspect the cuts she now had in her skin. She smeared the mixture of blood and dirt onto the ruffles on her dress. "Damn thing." She mumbled, noting the grass stains that now littered the fabrics.

Prim's thin fingers pushed a few strands of dark hair over Kat's shoulder. "I'm not going to yell at you, I'm not Mrs. Hawthorne, I'm not Mother." She settled on the heels of her boots. She was still too young to be forced into high heels. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and see what you wanted."

Wide grey eyes met china blue ones, and an understanding was exchanged. "I just don't… I don't like Gale that way."

The petite blonde nodded, "No one says you have to," her hands were still playing with the waist-long tresses, braiding them together so that they wouldn't get in the way. "It's your life, Katniss, if you don't want to marry Gale then no one will make you."

"Mother will!" the girl cried out, trying to hold back tears. "Ever since father died I-"

"I know," the young adolescent spoke tenderly. "Father made sure you knew how to protect Mother and I, and now she's expecting you to marry wealthy so that she and I can live relatively easy lives." Katniss nodded in misery. "And because you feel responsible for us, you feel guilty for wanting a husband you actually love."

Stone eyes widened to the size of the moon. "How did you-"

"I'm young, I'm not stupid." Katniss laughed at the statement. It was true, Primrose was one of the smartest girls her age. She didn't screw around in school, and boys weren't a high priority on her list, two things very different between her and most other 14 year olds. She wanted to be a doctor, and she was determined to get there no matter what.

"I know you're not." Kat pulled the slender girl close and crushed her in a hug. "My super smart baby sister."

"Ugh, now you're just embarrassing me." They giggled at that, and the tension that had been downing them dissipated. A breeze blew by, carrying sweet, floral filled air into their nostrils. It calmed the females further.

Katniss opened her mouth to say something else, but footsteps stopped the words before they could formulate on her tongue.

A tiny woman stepped out from behind a pine tree. She had large owl eyes that devoured most of her face. They were an odd mixture of brown and green. She was watching them, and then after a few heartbeats, a large smile overtook her small face. "Come on, Real Alice, we're running out of time." She pulled on a golden chain that connected her skirts to a breast pocket. From there she brought out a glittering golden watch.

Even from the distance, Katniss could see a bird emblazed on the front. It was large, with a slender beak, and she knew that in real life it would have swirls of black and white. She would know it anywhere. Her father used to sing with the birds, sharing his songs with them and they would carry them into the woods that surrounded their old house.

The Mockingjay.

"Who are you talking to?" Prim asked out loud, her pale brows furrowed and her lips were pursed. "Neither of our names is Alice."

It almost wasn't possible, but the smile widened and then the woman cackled. "Tick tock," she replaced the gleaming metal back into her pocket, and stared at the two sisters for another moment. "Real Alice, we're late for an important date. Tick tock, tick tock." Her black hair hung limp over her bent shoulders. Another laugh escaped her lips before she turned and fled back behind the pine.

"Wait!" Katniss called, clamoring to her feet as quickly as she could. Her palms stung, but she grit her teeth and started to run after the bizarre woman. Prim was following just as quickly, only a handful of steps behind.

She gathered the ruffles into her hands again, trying to get a better stride between her steps. The damn dress made everything more difficult. Her feet caught on uneven tufts of grass as she ducked behind the pine's branches. There were sticks lying haphazardly, cracking and breaking underneath her shoes. Katniss swore and she vaguely heard a giggle exit Prim's throat. She had always thought obscenities were funny.

The oldest Everdeen girl could barely see the woman as she skittered farther ahead. She was stumbling over her feet almost as much as the sisters were. She let a cackle ring again, tick tocking her way around a bend in the trees.

There she paused and waited until the two girls caught up, and then, with a chuckle, she dove head first into a hole that was nestled among the roots of a willow tree.

Its branches reached down and caressed the ground, the only other breed of tree in a twenty mile radius. The Hawthorne's liked their evergreens. Katniss walked closer, her breath coming in and out of her lungs in painful bursts.

The blonde girl looked to her sister with questions in her sky colored eyes, she was panting as well. "What just happened Katniss? You saw her too, right?"

The elder nodded, her eyes were scanning the dirt around the gap. Roots were protruding and disappearing down below. It was large, at least three feet wide, and it was incredibly dark. It was midday, the sun was glinting and smiling from its position in the center of the sky, and no clouds were there to dampen the light. But even though the area was brightly lit, and the first few inches of mud were visible, it became impossibly dark.

The longer Katniss observed the hole, the more it looked like there were stars shining back up at her, as if the hole went the entire way through the earth, and she was staring at the other side of the world.

"Kat, this scares me." Primrose reached out with tiny fingers and clasped onto Katniss' hand. "How did she go into it? It's much bigger than a rabbit's hole."

The elder girl nodded in agreement, but she didn't speak. Instead she gripped her sister's hand tightly. She was having trouble processing it herself. Taking a couple of hesitant steps closer, she was standing directly beside the chasm, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out what it was for.

She bit at her lips, and wiped her still bleeding palms against her skirts once more. The breeze blew past again, but this time it felt ominous, like the sweet floral scents were masking something much more sinister. "Prim I think we should go back-"

But her voice was lost as the dirt beneath them seemed to groan. There was a cracking noise, and Katniss knew it was the roots below their shoes breaking. And before she could react, jump or clutch to anything besides her sister's hand, she felt herself tumbling forwards into the yawning darkness.

She heard screaming, and somewhere in the back of her mind she realized it was coming out of her own throat. A scent of damp, rotting leaves attacked her nose, causing a tickling sensation to travel the entirety of her nasal passage. Her eyes adjusted as they fell, air blowing past them as they dropped into the center of the world.

There were doors embedded into the dirt walls, some were open revealing slices of someone's life. Most of them were closed, with different knobs. She let her eyes travel from the singular bright point in the tunnel, the hole from which they came, and as they fell, it seemed to grow impossibly far away.

She didn't know how long they were tumbling, but eventually Prim stopped screaming and just clung to Katniss. She hid her face in the older girl's chest, thin arms wrapping tightly around her waist. Kat let her fingers pull through the pale strands, trying to calm her sister as much as possible.

After a while she was concentrating on the faint sounds of Prim's breathing, when she felt her eyelids droop with fatigue. The air rushing past them became normal, and the doors became sparse. And then, she fell asleep.

x. o. x. o.

When Katniss woke, she didn't know where she was. They were lying in an open field, the grass reached high above their heads. Prim was still attached and sleeping against her. But Kat carefully extracted herself from her baby sister's grip, and stood.

Immediately she felt sick to her stomach as panic started to well and overflow directly from her chest, and she felt her heart's speed increase by about a million.

The sky was orange, the color of sunset in their world. But the entirety of the atmosphere was encased in auburn, soft and startling. Her grey eyes swung wide and she noticed trees in the distance. They were different as well. Their branches reached high up into the foreign sky, the leaves were tinted in random hues of purple, the trunks of the trees were shades of blue.

Katniss swallowed again, a lump was stuck in the middle of her throat. She felt a tear run down her cheek and a strangled noise escape from her mouth. Prim made a noise from the ground, something between a sigh and a groan.

"Katniss, I had the weirdest dream that we fell through a rabbit hole," Within moments the blonde was on her feet, fully awake, standing shoulder to shoulder with her sister. "Why are you…"

But her voice fell into silence as she noted the obvious differences in their new world. The orange stratosphere and the blue trees. One of her small hands came up to rest on the older girl's shoulder. "We're not home anymore are we?"

Kat shook her head, wiping the stray tear away and sniffing once. "No, Prim. We're not in Panem anymore."