Presenting Chapter Two! This is getting crazy hard since I'm going a little off canon and more into territory outside of District 12 and 13. We will be getting more of Katniss and Peeta as soon as the three quarter quell arrives. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Thank you for the favorites and alerts! You guys are awesome.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, Catching Fire or Mocking Jay. I also do not own the plot line or characters, they belong to Suzanne Collins. Some of the lines in the following chapter are hers as well. My characters and part of the plot line are obviously mine. Boo yea.

Read on! ~xoxx, Carolyn


District Four is colder than it was last time I was here. The icy ocean breeze cuts at my cheeks and I shiver; I would give anything to have Cato here right now.

The lights of the Eastern village glow with a ghostly radiance in the fog that rolls in on the phosphorescent waves. The fog curls and flows like the fingers of an angel of death reaching for those sleeping in their warm bungalows.

I crawl up the ladder to the home in the palm trees, gently rapping on the door and waiting for him to answer.

Finnick rarely stays in his home at the Victors' Village.

"Finnick?"

The door flies open and he gathers me into his arms, burying his face in my hair and kissing me on the cheek.

"Your hair! What happened!"

I run my fingers through my short tresses and roll my eyes, "Fire in District Eight. I like it though, short and adorable. Cato likes it."

He frowns, "I never thought you'd come back, I figured Cato had finally stolen you from me completely."

"Almost," I laugh as the radiance of his smile warms me from the cold, winter winds. I have always loved how he has the ability to brighten even the darkest of times so easily.

"Where is he?"

"He stayed behind, Coin said they needed him."

"You traveled here alone?"

"Yes, she ordered me to."

He narrows his eyes in anger.

Next thing I know, Annie is running down the stairs, her black hair flying wildly behind her, "HYDRA!"

She throws her arms around my neck and I can feel her tears running down my own cheeks.

"Hello Annie."

"I am so happy you are alive! Is Wiley here too?"

I bite my lip, "No, no he's not."

"Oh...did he really die?"

Finnick comes to my rescue and turns her to face him, "Yes he did darling. Remember when we saw him bravely give up the blood for her?"

"I do! He saved your life Hydra."

"I-I know."

It grows quiet and I swallow the lump in my throat.

"How are things back in District 13?"

"Low key, quiet. I train everyday; same shit different day. You know."

"Yea, I know. We've been training here, under wraps. We mainly do it at night in the coves down the beach."

The peacekeepers are not natives of District Four so we have several secret spots that they are unaware of.

"How many have you trained?"

"As many as possible, I've been training them as young as 12. Some of the younger ones have already been trained to use spears and tridents by their parents. The only problem is the peacekeepers have guns."

"Coin said she'd supply us with whatever we needed. It is time to start the rebellion."

He stares at me with hard eyes and merely nods, "I figured it was."

"I have another plan though. I want to keep everyone alive for as long as we can."

"And how do you suggest we do that?"

"We are the only supply of seafood to the Capitol, are we not?"

"We are..."

"Then we stop sending them anything and keep it all for ourselves. Seafood is one of the highest valued commodities there and it will be a more peaceful type of rebellion. I am in no hurry to spill the blood of our people."

He sits there, deep in thought, his turquoise eyes tracing the lines in the wooden floor.

"I'll spread the word."

"Good. I'll be staying with my mother. Let me know when you get the word out. I can't reveal myself just yet."

Finnick nods and holds me for one last moment before I leave for my mother's home.


The cold, black waters shine in the moonlight when I reach the home of the Inna's.

Our name is painted in black script across a white board above the doorway and a single candle still illuminates the upstairs window of my room.

The silver doorknob is cold beneath my fingers and I feel like a stranger as I enter the giant bungalow.

My mother sits by a fire, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla fills my nostrils and I breathe in the smell of home as deeply as I can.

"Hydra?"

She is up within a moment and squeezes me to her, stroking my short hair.

"Mama," I instantly become a small child again as we sink to the floor, the firelight illuminating her tired eyes.

The house seems too empty without my father.

Sterling Inna was one of District Four's most respected council members and fishermen. When I died during the Hunger Games, he had a heart attack and left my mother alone, the death of his two children had been far too much for him to bear.

My brother's girlfriend, Naida Ren, had been living with my mother since the day he died, determined to help her survive and stay alive without the rest of her family.

Since she found out that I was alive, my mother began to smile more and has been training with Finnick every night.

She is a fierce warrior and her losses fuel her hatred for the Capitol, just as they did for me.

"How long are you here for?"

"As long as I need to be."

"Where is your young man?"

"He is back in District 13. I am here alone."

She hears the longing in my voice and reaches up to touch my cheek, "I am sorry to hear that, my girl."

"The rebellion will begin soon, but, Finnick and I have decided to keep it as peaceful as possible. Instead of sending our usual shipments of seafood the the Capitol, we won't be sending any."

"Are you sure it will work?"

"For now."

She hands me a cup of steaming spearmint tea and tears well in my eyes as I think of my father and how it was his favorite.

"Go up to bed and get some rest, I'm sure your journey was long and tiring."

I slowly walk up the stairs and through the door of my bedroom, looking around at the scene before me.

Nothing has changed since the day I left it, they didn't move a thing.

A picture of my family sits on the nightstand, bright smiles light up our faces and we are together.

Together.

Something we haven't been since my brother died.

I shed my second skin and dress in a simple white, oversized t-shirt.

Moana's costume is smooth as shark's skin beneath my fingers and I examine the cool and beautiful colors in the candlelight.

After a few minutes I fold it and put it in the drawer along with Wiley's cuff and the crescent pendant.

For now I am no longer Hydra Inna, rebellion leader and ghost come back to life.

For the first time in a while I am home and free to do as I wish as Hydra Inna, fisherman and District Four citizen.

After all, I am Hydra Inna, and I am dead.

I crawl beneath the warm ivory sheets and bury me face in my pillow, crying until I am asleep.


Cato's POV

Cato tossed and turned as nightmares bombarded his sleep.

The Clove mutt ripped at him, her teeth glinted in the sun and her voice cut through his mind, "You betray me Cato, and now you will pay."

Then he was back in District Two, fighting people he'd known all of his life, cutting them down like toy soldiers.

"What have you done, son!" His father's voice rang through the din of battle.

He stared at the bodies around him, their blood leaching into the ground before swallowing them whole.

The last thing he saw before he woke was Hydra and his father.

"This is for taking my son from me!"

Before he could stop the older man, he pulled the trigger and Hydra fell to the ground, her eyes staring lifelessly at the smoke-filled sky.

Cato screamed in agony before a bright light awoke him from his troubled slumber.


"You are a stupid son-of-a-bitch, you know that? I have told you over and over how to use a sword and you still have not improved!"

Cato threw the man to the ground with one last punch, square to the jaw.

His outburst startled everyone else in the room and the man stared up at him with wide eyes.

He had been even angrier and crueler since she had left without saying goodbye.

"Soldier Mica?"

President Coin's voice rang out over the intercom.

"What!"

Cato had to be the only one who could get away with yelling at Coin.

"Please meet me in the conference room, NOW."

He stormed out in a huff, leaving his soldiers behind, the man cursing him and holding his swelling jaw.

"Bastard," he hissed.

Cato turned back and pointed a finger at him, eyes dark and angry, "Watch it."

The man immediately shut his mouth and Cato stormed down the hallway.

Coin sat at the head of the table, her eyes trained on the screen that was playing the latest news on the rebellion of District Eight.

"You called?"

"Your performance and patience with your battalion is greatly lacking."

"You sent her without me. You swore you'd never take her away from me."

His voice was full of venom and she only shrugged, "We need you here. The three quarter quell is coming up soon and you will be heading the rescue mission of Miss Everdeen and Mr. Mellark."

"NO. That is not something I want to do. I will not go in there and risk my life for theirs."

"You have no choice. You will do as I say or something may happen to Soldier Inna."

Cato went for the knife at his side and two guards were immediately at his side, their arms holding him back.

"I swear, if you touch her..."

"You'll what?"

His face grew beet red, "That's what I thought. If I'd known that Soldier Inna would be such a distraction for you, I would not have saved her or vice versa. I suggest you put your feelings away for the time being. They are greatly clouding your judgement and I need the Cato Mica that I saw in the opening parades. The Cato before Soldier Inna. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal."

Cato exited the room without another word and was joined by one of the men who would be helping with the rescue of Katniss and Peeta from the Arena.

Fino Brenton was one of the only citizens of District 13 that Cato knew he could trust. The man was in his 30s and was tall and thin; he was incredibly intelligent though and was one of the most skilled fighters in the district. He had coal black hair and eyes that were a strange, muddied green with an angry red scar that cut down the side of his face.

"Well?"

"She wants me to stay here, but I can't do that."

"So you're going to District Four."

Cato gruffly nodded, "Yea. When the time comes, just swing over our way and get us. All right?"

Fino nodded and clapped him on the back, "Good luck, my friend. I will be seeing you."


Cato threw his things into a backpack and quickly dressed for the cold winter chill; Moana knocked on the compartment door and he opened it, staring up at the huge stylist.

"What?"

"I heard you're off to District Four."

"I am."

"Coin agreed to this?"

Cato's silence answered him.

"What are you going to do when it comes time to crash the Games?"

"Fino said he'd come for us when the time came."

"Fair enough. Goodbye Cato."

They shook hands and the Cato snuck off into the black corridors before emerging on the freezing surface.


Katniss' POV

Katniss pulled Haymitch along through the frozen snow, waiting till they got further away from the Victors' Village.

"So we're all heading off into the great unknown, are we?"

"No," she replied curtly, "Not anymore."

"Worked through the flaws in that plan, did you, sweetheart? Any new ideas?"

"I want to start an uprising. Just as Hydra did in District Eight..."

She waited to see what he had to say after mentioning the tribute from District Four's name.

"Hydra Inna is dead."

"She is not. I saw her, I know you saw her."

Haymitch grabbed her hands and squeezed tightly, "Hydra Inna is dead. We're only seeing things we want to see and believe in. Nothing more."

Katniss only nodded, "You're right. We saw her die."

"Exactly."

"But-"

"She's dead!"

An eerie silence settled between them and she pushed the thought of Hydra away.

She had to be dead, Katniss and everyone else watched as she was instantly killed by blood poisoning.

Hydra's death had been gruesome; Katniss could still see the spider web of black veins as they crawled down the rest of her body, suffocating and causing her heart to burst.

"I want a drink. You let me know how starting that uprising goes."

"Then what's your plan?" She snapped.

Haymitch stood there quietly, knowing that he couldn't tell Katniss anything of District 13 and Hydra Inna's involvement in the coming revolution.

"My plan is to make sure everything is just perfect for your wedding. I called and rescheduled the photo shoot without giving too many details."

"You don't even have a phone."

"Effie had that fixed. Do you know she asked me if I'd like to give you away? I told her the sooner the better."

"Haymitch..." Katniss' voice grew to pleading.

"Katniss," he mockingly whined back, "It won't work."


Hydra's POV

I watch as District Four's mayor, Nereus Calder, stands before a group of video cameras sent by the Capitol, speaking of why we are no longer sending them any products or food.

He is the only in District Four, besides my mother, Finnick, Annie and Naida, who knows that I am alive.

Peacekeepers surround the crowd of fishermen, fish mongers, factory workers and basket weavers, their guns trained on the peoples' faces.

"We are no longer sending anything to the people of the Capitol due to the fact that the people of District Four are tired of sending their children to die for a grievance that we did not commit. Either these games stop, or we will no longer be providing the Capitol with our services."

I smile to myself, the man is tall and lean; his skin is deeply tanned like everyone else, with grey hair that shines in the winter sun and eyes that are the color of storm clouds of a hurricane.

Unlike the mayors of other districts, our mayor is one of us and works side by side with the people.

I can hear the people of the Capitol crying for their seafood delicacies, they are lost without our help and the help of the other districts. If we can get them to follow suit, we can end the Hunger Games peacefully and take the tyrant, Snow, down.

Nereus' eyes catch mine in the middle of the large crowd and I give a single nod before threading my way through, back towards the Eastern villages.

My mother is gone with Finnick and Annie, training in the coves while the peacekeepers are occupied.

When I get home, I find that I am not alone.

Cato is draped across my bed, his hair rumpled and face streaked with soot and ash, I am guessing from passing through District Eight.

I can't believe he is here and I am overjoyed.

"Cato?"

His eyes slowly open and his arms fly up, catching me around the waist. He swiftly pulls me down and rolls me beneath him, kissing me with great force.

"I thought you were to stay in District 13?" I question breathlessly.

"I couldn't. Not without you."

He kisses me again with a hunger that I will do anything to satisfy.

She should have known better to take us from each other.

He stands and shuts the door to my room and returns, unwilling to let me go.


Finnick's POV

Finnick watched as a hooded Hydra walked up to the stage; it was time to reveal herself to her people.

Despite their peaceful protests, the Capitol was still going to run the Hunger Games this year, angering the people even more.

It had been a month and everything seemed to be going so well until the Capitol aired a message from President Snow, his frail face filled the screens in every home.

"Despite current uprisings in some of the Districts. The 75th Hunger Games will go on as planned."

Shouts and cries could be heard through the District; the people had had enough.

People stared with curiosity at the figure who stood before them, face hidden beneath a black cloak.

"We have tried our best to peacefully protest these gruesome games which have marred our District for far too long! We the people of District Four have had enough!"

Finnick grinned when she dropped the hood and Cato appeared out of the justice building behind her.

The people were shocked to silence and gasps could be heard through the crowd.

She looked straight into the camera and glared, her voice seething, "District Four will survive and we are coming for you, Snow."

The people began to scream and shout, "INNA! INNA!"

It was as if someone had lit a flame beneath a firecracker and it was now the firework finale.

From homes around the district, men and women, young and old, flooded the streets, weapons held high, battle cries filling the air.

The peacekeepers were taken aback but began to fire, cutting people down, but wave after wave of people kept coming, eyes full of motivation as they wielded their tridents, spears, nets and knives.

Hydra dropped the cloak and Finnick smiled with pride as the blue, turquoise and violet waves of her costume flowed and glowed in the fierce sunlight as she moved with grace through the crowd.

Her sais glinted as she jumped in and began to cut peacekeepers down, blood spraying across her face.

Cato was right behind her, looking ever the part of a rebellion leader in his onyx black costume, his swords slicing whatever stood in his way or threatened Hydra.

Finnick took off with Annie, a net stretched tight between them. They ran and caught two peacekeepers in the string fabric and ran them through with tridents, screaming a deadly scream.

To these four they were back in the Arena, fighting to survive, nothing could stop them.

District Four was in a full-scale rebellion and Coin watched with satisfied eyes as her move towards power over Panem sprang forward.


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