I'm not going to go into too much detail for this kill, I just want you to know it may be a favorite. They're going to drop like flies.

Chapter One: It All Unfolds

"Mal, I want you to know. The people here in Destination X-"

"Destination X? You told me that there was no title for our location."

"Well the title is shady don't you think? And you've always been one to jump to conclusions, who knows what you would have said. Anyways, as I was saying, there will be many unexpected people here in X. Many of them were presumed rebels when all along they were mere spies. And many of them are prisoners that were presumed to be on our side. And the final percentage of us are simply Capitolites that miss our old regime. Don't you?"

"I miss my old life… so I can perceive that you're right."

"Exactly."

"How long have you been on our side? Was the whole Mockingjay an act? And speaking of said Mockingjay, what are we going to do about her?"

"One thing at a time, Mal. Always the go-getter eh? I was on your side the minute that Katniss pulled Peeta out of the arena alive. I had sympathized with them at first, being from District 12 and not having a title, so I made her the girl on fire. But I felt as if she had made me into a fool – defying the Capitol and then giving me the position of the person who created her, she mocked me – and I almost instantly felt hatred for the girl. But then the rumors of uprisings began stirring and… I knew what I had to do. Make her believe me dead so if she ever saw me, she'd think that someone was playing games with her. I arranged the whole beating – I had peacekeepers beat me in front of her eyes – and then Game here to start building a safe place in case things turned sour… I expected Snow to come but… he decided not to leave. Not yet. Besides, Mal. I brought the Mockingjay into this world. I can take her out."

"Of course you can. Still the ambitious, go-getter that I met in middle school."

"And you're still the cunning, conniving, sneak that I met, aren't you?" he fires back. I roll my ice-blue eyes.

"You said Victors…?"

"Some Victors had their titles stripped when they refused to participate in the Games. They want their old lifestyles back. Mostly District 1 and 2 residents, but we take all we can get."

"You're desperate for troops?"

"Not necessarily. Our army is much, much smaller than theirs, yes. But we are numbering in the thousands."

"Yes and they're numbering in the ten thousands. Besides, it took 75 almost 76 years for Coin to finally retaliate. We don't have that long to live, Cinna."

"We're working on an immortality serum. It will activate at age twenty-five, so everyone can stay young but mature and smart."

"Of course you are. I may need more information on my assignment." I say. Cinna nods and flips through the paper work on his clipboard. He comes to a rest on a page.

"Maleficent, you'll be assassinating the important rebels. If they see that their precious idols aren't as immortal as they thought, then their whole regime will crumble. We have other assassins killing the little people. Fourteen actually, one in each District. But see... none of them are good actors. Enlai Li, for example? He isn't very good at doing the "innocent ones", so he breaks down if they're not guilty of anything. But one hell-of-a-sniper. Anyways, you'll be getting… up close and personal. Your family was in hiding quite a bit, so you're appearance isn't known very well. We're going to start small, is that alright? You're first assignment – as soon as you are deemed fit – will be… Primrose Everdeen?"

"Small?! That Katniss will have her under her watch and eye-"

"Katniss Everdeen's mental state is incomprehensible. She hasn't left her couch since the war. As well as Haymitch Abernathy, Effie Trinket, Annie Odair, and Peeta Mellark. All of them are suffering from PTSD. Suffer is the key word there. We want to draw out that pain and take out the happy ones first. The ones moving on. That would be Primrose Everdeen. Get close to her, and trust me, it won't be long until she invites you into her home alone."

"Right… anything else?"

"Yes. Whenever you make a kill," I smile at the object Cinna brandishes from his pocket. "You place this."

"You truly are evil, Mr. Bristle."

"I learnt from the best, Miss Snow."

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Young, blonde, Primrose Everdeen walks one of her friends' friend, Raina Kale through the large house in Victors Village. Her friend - a girl by the name of Sparrow – had suggested the mental patient. They were running low on hospice's, and Raina had pleaded to be released. Prim had easily offered to take the girl home and watch her – there were cameras to her home and she had access to the footage, she could see what happened during the day.

But by the looks of it, the red-haired, blue-eyed girl didn't look like she was harm to her or anyone else around her. They had booked her on PTSD and schizophrenia but… she seemed perfectly fine. Sweet even.

"I'm sorry if this is a burden Miss Everdeen." Raina says suddenly, clutching her handbag tightly.

"No burden at all, and please. Call me Prim."

"Prim. I guess I should be thanking you and your sister. My mum and dad were imprisoned by Snow and… and… he killed them. I am glad that horrible man is out of office." She sniffles, and wipes her nose.

"Oh, you poor thing. Do you have any other family?" Prim, always the caring sweet girl.

"My cousin was a Capitolite. She's being held by the rebels. I'm currently being asked to go the stand and testify her innocence."

"Oh that's horrible! After all you've suffered, you poor dear." Prim smoothes out the bed in the guest room.

"I know. I guess I shouldn't be burdening you with these things. Now you can expect a hot breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And your house will be cleaned while I'm at home."

"Oh you don't have to."

"I must." Raina insists. Prim grins.

"I have to go to work. You just stay here and stay comfortable. I'll be back soon and I'll bring your meds. Don't… don't hurt yourself Raina, I'd hate to see such a kind soul go to waste."

If only you knew, Raina thinks bitterly.

-x-

That night, while Prim sleeps, Raina sneaks into her room. She holds a large butcher's knife in her hand and a broad – if not arrogant – smile on her face.

Raina wipes the handle off, then slides her hands into a pair of blue surgical gloves. After double-checking everything – her natural blonde hair is tied up, she has socks on her feet, and any signs of her ever being with Prim have vanished – she decides to go ahead and bring the knife down.

"No! I want her to die by the way Katniss killed. Shoot her with an arrow." Cinna's voice is static-y and muffled, but she understands. But she doesn't have that kind of artillery with her. She tries to tell Cinna this.

"Check the fireplace." Raina turns her head to the built in fireplace in Prim's room. There is Katniss' silver bow and arrow from the Hunger Games.

"Oh Cinna, you conniving devil." Raina takes the bow and arrow, loads it, and then fires. The arrow lodges itself right in the center of Prim's closed eyes. Raina shakes her head in mock sadness.

"I hate to kill her," she says. "but god was she an annoying brat. Don't hurt yourself Raina. Please."

"Just get out of there before someone catches you." Cinna groans, before shutting off the headsets.

-x-

As Raina cleans up and prepares to leave, she places the smooth, white, rose on Prim's chest, along with a note.

You thought you could escape because the war is over. The Games still play on, Miss Everdeen. And your family and friends will play until we have your surrender.

May The Odds Be Ever In Their Favor, as they were not in yours.

What'd you think? Who should be next on my kill list?

Will it be Johanna? Or Finnick and Annie?

Possibly… Peeta?

I dunno. Leave a review, tell me what you think.