Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins and do not own the Hunger Games. All characters (and/or history) mentioned in this story was created by Suzanne Collins, not myself.

Prologue

President Snow's POV
Too bad. She tried, and failed. Oh well.

Last time, after the Capitol won the rebellion, the Hunger Games were born. They can't be reborn. So how do we refresh the power of the Capitol in the minds of our minions in a new and more horrifying way? It must break Katniss. It must break all the victors in a way the Games could never break them. And I have just the tool to do it.

Chapter One

Katniss's POV
The Capitol won. I can't believe the Capitol won. And since the Capitol won, why am I not dead yet? I would think President Snow would have had me publicly executed weeks ago. And yet, it has been three months since the Capitol's victory, and I am not dead.

Prim is, though. Even though Coin ignited the fire in the rebels' hearts when she dropped that bomb, and now she is dead on account of I shot her the moment I had the chance, I couldn't save Prim. Peeta filled me in on the whole thing.

After I was taken into custody when I assonated Panem's new President, the crowd went wild. The Capitol overcame the rebels and freed Snow. They shot people left and right, and now over 60% of the rebels that were alive when Coin died are dead. Because of me. If I had only shot Snow when I had the chance, then killed Coin later, the rebels would've had a shot. But, no. I had to get vengeance on Prim's death. I couldn't let Coin live knowing what she had done.

Gale is still in the Capitol's custody. They have no need to torture him for information anymore, but maybe they're just slowly killing him. Who knows? I wonder if they're keeping me alive just so they can keep up the romance act between Peeta and me. That could be it, but I don't see the point of it anymore. The 76th Hunger Games are being planned at this very moment, so the Capitol will have plenty of entertainment in another month or so. The reaping is scheduled for next week.

It's cruel, to have the Games so close to the end of the rebellion. The districts are still recovering. District Twelve is nearly rebuilt, though, but that's mostly because it's so small. I heard District Eleven is still under heavy renovation. The Capitol is forcing District Thirteen back above ground, and now they will have to give two tributes to the Hunger Games every year as well, and will be assigned a new export. Rumor has it that they'll be supplying maple syrup to Panem, although that seems useless, since it's very expensive and you can only get the syrup seasonally.

District Twelve is buzzing with anxiety and curiosity. Yesterday, around three P.M., President Snow announced that there will be a mandatory message aired at noon today. Right now, it's 11:45. I walk with my mother to the square.

We still have to live in our house in the Victor's Village, and still get all the winnings we were promised, but it doesn't feel like home. Well, to me, it never felt like home, but our old home was destroyed in the bombing, so now I felt like an outcast in my own District.

Peeta is already there. He lost his whole family in the bombing, so he stands by himself. I walk up next to him and tap his shoulder. He seems alarmed at first, but relaxes when he sees that it's me.

"The President is giving a mandatory message in ten minutes. Real or not real?" I can't help but smile at this small hint of the Peeta I remember during the rebellion. A Peeta I thought I was falling in love with three months ago, but now I'm not so sure.

"Real," I assure him and we shut up as the screen comes alive. I can't help but shudder as the President's snake eyes stare into my soul.

"Greetings, people of Panem," the President begins. "As you all know, this is a message that requires mandatory viewing by all citizens. You all know that this is the second time that the Capitol has won the rebellion. We thought the Hunger Games would keep you all in line, but they didn't. So, as another reminder that the Capitol has everlasting power over the Districts, every ten years the victor of those Games will make a visit to their winning arena. I like to call this The Hunger Games Reunion!"

He pauses. There's no reaction. I don't completely get it. We will return to our arenas? Then, as if picking up on our confusion, he explains.

"Take our past victors, Katniss and Peeta. They won the 74th Games, right?" What? Why is he using us?

"On the year of the 84th Games, the 94th, the 104th, and so on, they will make a celebrity appearance to the arena used for their Games!" You can hear the roar of the ecstatic crowd in the Capitol as they realize they'll be able to meet us. The arenas are vacation sites for them. All they have to do is time their visit right, and they'll meet us on our visit.

"You can chat with them; take part in reenactments of their very own battles with them, and join them on a tour of the arena!" The cheers grow louder. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Every ten years we'll be forced to relive the whole thing.

"And for those who can't score a ticket for their visiting week, the whole Victor's Visit will be televised live! And that's not just for the Capitol. The whole country will get to see their victors as they experience the whole thing again!"