Hello all, i am pleased to introduce the second part of Septa's Fate.

Disclaimer: I only own Septa, Lin, and Hima and her family.

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p.s. bold lettering=flashback


I lie in bed and look at the ceiling. I can hear Hima getting her brothers, Cain and Isaac, out of bed. They are sixteen and fifteen. It's been six years since I won the Hundredth Hunger Games and the Quarter Quell. In these past six years, I have not had a single victor. Katniss is holed up in the Capitol and I must watch as children from District Twelve are chosen to go into the Games. And then I am forced to watch them die with Katniss and Lin, the District Escort. I hate it. Nothing I do ever seems to work. They all die before the final eight. Well, the ones who choose Katniss as their mentor do. Mine make it to the final six before they do something stupid and get killed. I don't get it at all. The Capitol is no longer out to get us and it's not the Capitol killing my tributes, directly anyway. I think that it may be me. I'm not giving them enough to go on. They look at us as heroes. But we shouldn't be. Six years ago, when I was barely sixteen, I had to kill children my age so I could live. The faces of the six tributes I killed still haunt my dreams and I still wake up screaming sometimes. Hima and Ed have since stopped coming in to wake me up. Cain and Isaac have been told to stay away as have the twins, Andrew and Jacob now seven years old.

Just thinking about the older boys makes my stomach clench. In a few weeks, they will have to stand in the square and wait to see if they will be forced to fight for their lives.

"Septa, are you up yet?" Hima calls up the stairs. After I won my Games, I moved Hima and her family into my house in the Victor's Village.

"Yeah, I'm awake."

"I didn't mean that."

"I'm getting there, Hima." I really don't understand today. All Lin told me was that I needed to be ready by ten in the morning. It was eight now. I had better shower. I yawn and get out of bed and run the water so Hima knows that I have gotten out of bed. While the water heats up a little, I hide the knife I keep under my pillow while I sleep. Hima and Ed know of it, but none of the boys do. I take as long as possible in the shower. I had been on the verge of waking up screaming again this morning. The dream this time had not been pleasant. Along with the six tributes I had killed, my five tributes haunt my dreams. All kinds of mutts had showed their ugly forms in my dreams. Some of them I had never seen before, such as the mutts that had nearly killed Katniss and Peeta in the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games over twenty-five years ago.


Alternate POV:

"I'm telling you, she won't do it again, Coin."

"She is the one that they all look to. She is the Mockingjay."

"And look how easily we were defeated. The team that went in to get her and Peeta out were killed and so was everyone we had on the ground. This little bit of the old Twelve and Thirteen, they are no match against the might of the Capitol."

"We have to try. Besides, they are waiting for the Mockingjay to return and lead them again."

"Do I detect a hint of change in you? If I remember right, you wanted Peeta instead of her. But now you want her."

"If the Districts see that she can rise from the ashes, they will follow her and know they can rise from the ashes as well."

"No. And I am not going to let her."

"You will try to convince her. Sponsor her next tribute so that you can talk to her."

"I can guarantee that she will refuse to do it."


Septa's POV:

"Lin, where are we going?"

"You've been invited by a prominent member of the Capitol to a banquet."

"For what?"

"No idea." I slump back in my seat. It has been a long two days. I barely got to say bye to the twins before Lin was pulling me out of the house. I do not want to be going to the Capitol. It's bad enough that I will have to go and more than likely watch two more children from District Twelve die. "Come now, Septa. Don't be like that. These people have been buying your sculptures like they were the last ones to ever be made."

"That doesn't mean I have to want to attend every damn party they host." Lin sighs in defeat.

"Can you at least act like you are enjoying yourself?"

"Fine." I say and look out the window as the train begins to slow down.

I look up at the fancy house and try not to scowl. It's impossible to like this place if you haven't lived here your whole life. I follow Lin inside. "Why is it so dark?"

"SURPRISE!" I jump and pull my knife from my waist and then hear laughter. I look and see Lin laughing and keeping a good hold on my wrist. "Happy birthday, Septa." He said.

"You know I don't like surprises!" I yell at him over the laughter.

"I know. But we couldn't exactly hold your birthday party in your district now could we?" I know I am scowling as he leads me to the table.

"I am guessing this is your house."

"And you are guessing right." Lin laughs. Then I am laughing. I forgot that today is my birthday, twenty-two years old and never having to worry about having to go back into arena. With that knowledge, I enjoy myself. Normally, when my birthday came around, I would be trying to figure what type of dangers could possibly be in the arena. I even avoided Lin last year because of it. I should have known that they would try to do something for me. I should have gone into the mountains again like last year. The Peacekeepers allow me outside the fence, but only as long as I don't wander far.

Suddenly, I am bombarded with gifts and am nearly buried beneath them. They're all from Rynna, Lin, and my prep team Fernic, Galla, and Trica. I notice that Katniss is nowhere to be seen and there are no gifts from her either. Lin knows me so well. He was right not to bring her into this. I still hate her. I laugh and open the gifts. Rynna made me a blanket with two black eagles embroidered on it. Fernic, Trica, and Galla had commissioned a painting of Hima, Ed, and the four boys. I look around and notice that something from Lin isn't here. I look at him. I can see the smile in his eyes as he pulls a small box out from behind his back and hands it to me. I open it and I feel my mouth drop. It's a gold locket. I open it and tears fill my eyes. Inside is a picture of my parents. I clench it in my hand and throw my arms around him, the tears running down my cheeks.

"You're welcome." He says.


Katniss's POV:

She looked at everything around her. It wasn't much. She wasn't like the rest of the Capitol. She didn't like to live lavishly. She was used to living on the bare minimum and eating only what she could catch in the woods outside the fence. But that had ended when she and Peeta had won the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. She had still hunted, but it was for Gale's family since he had to work in the mines. Her throat caught. Just thinking about her old life threatened to bring tears to her eyes. They had all died while trying to get them all out during the Siege. She had sent Peeta up the ladder first. Everyone was in retreat. Then the camera crew had gone up. She had been arguing with Gale about who was supposed to be next when the Peacekeepers had surrounded them.

They had fought them off and Gale forced her onto the ladder. But before she could climb or even be pulled in, their hovercraft was destroyed. They had both looked up in disbelief. She remembered Gale trying to get her to move. But she had fallen to her knees and stared at the burning wreckage a moment. Then she was sprinting to it. She could still hear their screams. Not everyone was dead. She had triggered a pod and the burning wreckage had fallen into the ground.

"Peeta!" She screamed. A complete calm engulfed her and she grabbed her bow. It was the one Beetee made her. She looked around. She was surrounded by Peacekeepers. She pulled an explosive arrow from her quiver. "Gale!" She called, letting him know she was back. "Gale!" The Peacekeepers parted and she saw Gale's limp form on the ground. That's when she crumbled. She fell to her knees, forgetting about the pill in her shoulder until the Peacekeepers found it while patting her down. She was done. They had lost. A tear spilled down her cheek as she suddenly recognized what was happening.

Katniss shook her head to get rid of the memory. She never wanted to remember it again. A few months later, President Snow had died and the President was given the office. She took a deep breath. She couldn't dwell on the past. The new tributes would be arriving soon.


The President's POV:

"You summoned me, Sir."

"I did. I need you to take a message to this address for me."

"That is Katniss Everdeen's home."

"I know. I would like her to know that, now that she has had a victor, she no longer has to mentor the new tributes. Make sure a message is left for Twelve's Mentor and Escort as well."

"Yes Mr. President."


Septa's POV:

I sit against my headboard and gaze at the picture of my parents. Just month ago, Lin had thrown a birthday party for me at his house in the Capitol. He had given me the locket and the picture of my parents. I close it and look at the eagle on the front. I had noticed it the next day while on the train back to District Twelve.

I sigh and get out of bed and go to the shower. I can hear Hima getting breakfast ready as well as dinner for the night for her, Ed, the twins, and, I hope, Cain and Isaac. As I step out of the shower, I hear Lin's voice and smile. Of course he would be here early. He knows that Cain has five slips of paper and Isaac four. I get dressed in my day clothes, another gift from Rynna, and go downstairs. Lin stands and pulls out a chair for me and Hima hands me a plate of eggs.

"So what is so funny?" I ask, looking at the other three adults. No one answers and I know Lin was telling them about the surprise party he had thrown for me last month. We eat and talk, trying to enjoy the time we all had before we had to go to the square. Lin and I have to meet the mayor before two as we all had to enter together. After we have finished, I go to my study and grab my sketchbook. It is two days to the Capitol. Before I know it, I am sitting on the stage while the mayor does his ritual reading of the history and the treaties. Then Lin is standing next to the girls' bowl. He pulls out a slip and returns to the podium.

"The female tribute is, Cynthia Sallis." I look at the girl who steps out of the fifteen year old section. She is tall and strong, a miner. There is something I can do for her, I'm sure. Lin pulls a slip from the male tributes' bowl and returns to the podium. He unfolds it and I see him falter, I am the only one. He takes a moment to compose himself. I am wondering what could cause him to falter when he reads the name. "The male tribute is, Cain Greenman."

The name echoes in my head as the sixteen year old mounts the steps onto the stage. I don't hear the mayor and his Treaty of Treason speech. I can only look at Cain. His face isn't pale. I suddenly look for Hima in the crowd. She is beside herself and I can tell that Ed wants to take her back to our house along with the twins. I look at the twins. Out of Cain and Isaac, they had grown more attached to Cain. Now they may never see him again. Once Cain and Cynthia have shaken hands, they are taken into the justice building, Lin and I right behind. We wait by the car while the children get an hour to say their good-byes. As we are waiting, Hima walks up to us with Isaac and the twins.

"Try your hardest to bring him home, Septa."

"I'll try." I say, trying to hold back the tears. This is equally hard for the both of us. Cain is as much my family as hers, but she doesn't have to train him to kill. She is gone and we are in the car and then on the train. I go to my room and put down my sketchbook, glad that the attention is not on me for once. Once the cameras have gotten enough of Cain and Cynthia, the door closes and we are on our way, back to the Capitol. "Will this ever get easier?" I think as I walk back into the main car.


Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of Remeber Who the Enemy Is. (who said these words). Also, one of the reviewers asked if the woman at the end of The Games was KAtniss. No it is not. Thanks for reading and please review.