Remember when, in Mockingjay, Coin says that there will be another Hunger Games with the Capitol children? Well, what if Paylor couldn't do anything about it? What if it went on? This story is told from Katrina Snow's POV, an OC I made up; she is the granddaughter of Pres. Snow.

Okay, enough rambling. Enjoy!

This is set about six months after Snow and Coin's death, but everyone recovered much quicker.

Disclaimer: If you think I own THG... you are in for some major disappointments. *laughs evilly*

I sighed. I couldn't cry. I am the president's granddaughter. I do not show weakness. Grandpa's death was hard to process. But this... I twisted a strand of my bright, neon pink hair.

I couldn't believe I, Katrina Snow, was going into the Hunger Games. That was to keep the Districts in line... until the rebels took the Capital, of course.

I scowled at my full length body mirror. I was waiting for the train that was to take me to the arena that the rebels had designed. I was sure it wouldn't be too bad - the rebels only had one Game-maker, Plutarch Heavensbee.

I sighed again. The worst part, I thought, would be to fight against my friends.

I had no idea who would be in the arena with me.

I finally turned from my mirror. I wasn't exactly sure what to wear, but I had seen Hunger Games all thirteen years of my life, so I had a vague idea.

I wore sparkly, glittery jeans, a white t-shirt with ruffles on the neckline, and a black, leather designer jacket. My curly pink hair I left alone - it was perfect already - but I applied a fresh layer of make-up. I had had gems implanted into my irises just for this occasion.

I sat down on by bed, waiting impatiently for someone who was supposed to "retrieve" me. I wondered who would - I hoped it wasn't one of the major-league rebels. That would be just weird.

"Hey, I'm here to retrieve you for your death."

"Yay! Let's go!"

"So... you enjoy the Capitol?"

"Yeah, until you guys came and burned it and killed Grandpa."

"Yes, that was awesome..."

"No it wasn't!"

I shook my head. All this was confusing me.

Just then there was a knock on the door. I took a deep breath, smoothed out my clothes, and went to the door.

Opening it, I finally saw who was going to retrieve me. Katniss Everdeen, the heart of the revolution. Grandpa's enemy. I gulped.

"Hello, Katrina. I'm here to escort you to the train. Would you please follow me?" Katniss asked. Her tone was polite enough, but I could see smoldering rage in her eyes. She hated me because she hated Grandpa.

Well, I could handle that. I wasn't too fond of her, either.

-o-O-o-

I followed Katniss down the hallway; I knew this path, but I didn't step ahead of her. She was four years older than me, and I didn't want to die in the arena because I angered her. I was going to live.

I was still thinking about how my hair would go with my arena outfit when we arrived at the train station. Several rebels stood next to the doors.

"Up you go, Katrina," Katniss said. She roughly pushed me up the stairs, then climbed in after me.

She led me to a table, and the rebels from outside as well as Katniss sat down; they waited for me to do the same.

Finally I did, just because me legs were tired. "Why are you here?" I asked, frowning at everyone.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes - Peeta Mellark, I remembered - said in a calm voice, "We're here to tell you how this will be played out."

I know it was short, but I didn't want to explain the full seventy-sixth HG idea here, so... yeah. Hope you enjoyed!