Author's Note: So, part two. Shorter, and more drabble-ish. Thank you again, and please review!

Year 393, Various Dates

State of District Fourteen

Galaxy remembered being all of twenty years old, and taking a risk. She used her power as a Sector Three Representative to get herself into a holding cell where one of her fellow conspirators was being held before execution. They had told her ahead of time to not risk trying to help them escape, that would get her killed—but she took an emotional leap, and only wanted to say goodbye.

Instead, she walked in on the other conspirator getting tortured. And she wasn't supposed to see it.

And the District Fourteen officials were fair, they thought, so first they injected her with a serum that would blind her for the rest of her life. That was also torture, and she didn't even scream, and she certainly didn't talk.

So they let her go, and they killed the other conspirator because they had evidence, and Galaxy never saw anything again.

Elara had been furious that Galaxy had gone off on her own and taken that risk. She was furious at Galaxy in general, though she was usually calm about it. Because Galaxy wanted to use politics to win this war, and Elara simply wanted to help the people individually.

"How do you think you're going to achieve anything?" Galaxy had asked. "Yes, the people need to be helped; I agree completely. But that's not going to win the war."

"To have the people be happy is to win the war."

"But under Headquarters' cruel jurisdiction, they will never be happy. Look at what they're doing now."

What Headquarters was doing now was trying to infiltrate Panem, and they had a horrible way of doing it. They were training kids to be victors. Little kids. They'd been doing it for a long time. Thirteen years ago, when Trey Dracco was five years old, he'd been "reaped" for the District Fourteen "Games", along with twenty-three others. They were taken from their families, briefly trained, and then put into a locked area outside of the district to compete. The top eight would be let back into the district to train more.

Trey Dracco went into those woods and part of his mind never came back. His Sector partner, Sony, they called her, joined the "Career" pack, and he didn't. He wasn't allowed; he was too small. And he watched from the woods as they brutally killed her for suggesting they split the alliance peacefully.

That alliance was led by the girl from Sector Four, Mella. She was a baby psychopath, and she enjoyed all of the killing she did. She was the one who was left, along with Trey, thirteen years later. And they'd been put into a room with weapons and told that only one could come out.

It was Trey who did. He was then sent to Panem to volunteer, and he won those Games, too.

As much as anyone ever won those damned, damned Games.