This first part here is a look into Mags's thoughts, so yea. Pretty deep stuff right here. I wrote it with a narrator voice in my head. :p I'm strange.

Family is everything. No one else will care about you or love you the way that they do. That's what everyone always says, that it's a big bad world out there. They're probably right. If the world was capable of having the Hunger Games, it must be full of wicked things. When I was a young girl, my mother would always tell me to never trust anyone except for my family. I'm not sure that I want to trust anyone, even my family, based on advice from a woman who's mental stability in itself is questionable.

My father would always agree with her though, so I went along. I believe him. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me; he's the dandelion in the spring. He simply knows what to say whenever anything is wrong. He has no reason to want to harm me. Others in the world might, though. I have done nothing wrong to anger anyone, though. If anyone wants to hurt me it will simply be because of who my parents are, and I'm strangely okay with that.


"Mags, we've got to go home now. It's getting dark and dad will start to worry about you." Aramis has always seemed like an older brother, even if he is younger than me by a couple of years.

I open my eyes and say, "Alright. You go on ahead, I'll catch up." His face is full of doubt and I can tell that he is about to say something to get me to come along, but I really do feel like being alone right now. That feeling has become more and more frequent over the years. "Go on, Aramis. I'll be fine. I know how to handle myself." It's true, I really do and he knows it. I've been around Haymitch when he was drunk far too many times to count, and he tends to be the violent kind of drunk. My father wanted me to be safe after I came home with a black eye after making sure Haymitch was actually alive and had enough supplies to last him a while. He barely ever makes sure of that himself, it's sad really. To make a long story short, I had poked my head into his house to check on him and he had panicked. When a drunk victor panicks, they tend to swing a punch. Or several.

"Fine. Don't blame me if you get robbed on the way home." He says with a huff and starts heading back home. I can almost feel the intensity of the flames he leaves behind, trailing him wherever he goes.

"They'd have to be complete idiots to mess with me." I shout after him. He doesn't answer as he heads back home, avoiding as many people as possible. After that I sit there in the Meadow, silently watching an empty space in the distance. I don't know how long I stay like that, but when I finally pull myself back together it's completely dark and the streets are empty. I struggle into a standing position, my stiff, sleeping limbs tingling. I start walking back home, knowing that my father is going to be worried.

"Hey, look. If it isn't the Mockingjay's daughter." I hear a mocking voice behind me and turn to see a boy a few years older than me sidling over. He is followed by at least 3 other guys.

"What do you want?" I snap. His blonde hair is obvious even in the dim lighting conditions, but I am unable to get a very good look at his face. The only light I have to see by is coming from behind him, completely shadowing his face. The other boys stand facing the same way, their faces covered in shadows. "And why won't you show your faces? Are you afraid or something?"

"I'm not afraid," the boys snaps.

"Well would you look at that. Big boy has temper tantrums. Maybe you should go take a nap, you're probably just cranky. I could help you find your mommy so she can tuck you in."

He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and says, "You'd better watch your mouth, Mockingjay's daughter. It'd be a shame for you to lose it, especially when it's so pretty." His arm shoots out, cupping my face, squishing it together in his hand.

"I'm not afraid of you," I blurt out, knowing it's a complete and utter lie. I'm terrified right now, but I refuse to show it.

He grabs me tightly by the biceps and I feel my circulation start to get cut off. He pulls me close and whispers into my ear, "You should be, baby Mockingjay."

"You're underestimated me. That's a fatal mistake." I whisper back, and I knee him in the groin. He lets go of me as the air rapidly leaves his lungs all at once, and I start sprinting back home. Back to safety.

"What the hell are you doing? Get her!" I hear his voice behind me as his friends start to pursue me, their footsteps heavy and clumsy.

I pump my legs up and down even faster. I turn around and see that they are quickly gaining on me. I silently curse myself for getting so lazy and not training for a situation like this the way my father wanted and turn back around. I turn a sharp right and dive into an alleyway. I land in a pile of garbage and who knows what else. I try not to breathe in the horrible odors as I stay stark still, willing myself not to be found by them. My heart is in my throat and I can't help but feel a bit nauseous. I hear their footsteps run past me and I let out the breath I had been holding for a while now.

"Where did she go?" I hear one of the boys shout in the distance. I barely stop myself from snickering.

I stay there for at least a half an hour, waiting for them to go away. I hear snippets of their conversation:

"She is going to get it from Cameron!" I'm guessing that's the name of the creep who grabbed me.

"You can bet your ass on it."

"I can't believe she kneed him there!" Another boy had snickered.

"I'm hungry."

"Nobody cares."

"I care!"

"Shut the hell up! Both of you!"

I had just stopped listening to what they were saying after that; it gets old fast listening to people make empty threats to you when you're not even there.

After there had been silence for at least another half an hour, I slowly got up from my place in the heap of garbage and brushed myself off. Before I could turn around someone grabbed me from behind and held me tightly with one arm. With their free hand they held a serrated knife and I watched it as they slowly raised it up to my neck, poised to slit my throat.

"I've been looking for you, baby Mockingjay." They whisper into my ear and my blood runs cold through my veins.

SOMEONE'S GONNA GET IT! Sorry, I had to... Somebody out there is like WAY TO SPOIL THE MOMENT! JFAJSIEJIR

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