Hi guys, Crappy valentines day!

I should have probably said this in the first chapter, but expect some wildly OOC Katniss from here on out.

I mean, seriously.

Seriously

After my tears dry and I've calmed myself down, I get changed and go to dinner.

Safe to say, Effie was seriously terrified, when I entered the room and sat at the table, she instantly went to the other side of it, depositing herself next to Haymitch. Lesser of two evils I suppose. I plonk down next to Peeta and try to act like nothings happened. Of course it doesn't work.

"Hey, Kat are you okay?" Peeta is staring at me with an expression akin to fear, and I'm immediately stung and hurt. My outburst at the reaping and then breaking down earlier must have made me look quite insane. Oh well, I can use that to my advantage, I think to myself, but apparently my own brother thinks it too.

"Yes Peeta, I'm fine now, thank you. That girl from 9 really got to me." I decide to be honest, hoping he can read my expression and realize I just don't want to talk about it in front Effie, seeing as she's from the capitol and would be mortified at my thoughts. Foxface seems to read it as well and and promptly asks Effie to check to see if her wardrobe is decent for her 'appointments', whatever that is. It works, and I'm left alone with Peeta and Haymitch. Haymitch looks directly at me, and while his glare is supposed to be withering, I know him well enough to be able to notice the proud glint there.

"Well sweetheart? Care to give me any insight into that head of yours?" I debate with myself for a moment.

While the train is most probably bugged, and anything I say would make it back to President Snow, he has probably guessed my thoughts from the reaping. And Prim is the daughter of a victor, so she's safe, as it would be too dangerous to have her killed right after her half-sister defied the Capitol. It would make it obvious the Capitol killed the people closest to rebels, and that could be bad for them. The rest of my family-excluding Peeta, of course- would be in terrible danger if I did anything, but as with Prim, it would be too suspicious. I make my decision moments later.

"Fuck the games", I mutter, and Peeta looks at me, wide eyed. "they've sent a messed up orphan, three twelve year old's, and two siblings into the games. And that's not to mention a career that doesn't want to be a career, and someone who wants the Capitol to burn, and doesn't want to hide it either." again, Peeta just stares at me, but this time, Haymitch answers. And it's something I am further upset about.

"Actually sweetheart, four twelve year old's, and two sets of siblings. District 11 has a brother and sister, and the girls only twelve. The boy loo-" I cut him off by bursting again.

"SEE! This is what I mean, no matter what happens now, families will be ripped apart, dreams shattered, and the Capitol doesn't give a damn, they don't care about us in the districts. Only enough to make sure they live comfortably with the stuff we make. They just want entertainment. And you what guys, FUCK THAT! They need to know what they do, they really need to feel it this time, so do you want to know what I'm going to do?" they're both looking at me, astonishment, fear, fascination, worry all etched on both their faces as they nod.

"just before I do though, you should know that I have already guessed I don't give a damn that the train is bugged, so I would like to send Snow a message, please leave the room! They both stand up shakily and stumble out the room.

"President Snow, I know a lot of the things you do from my father, Telstar Everdeen, and I know what my actions may entail. I ask three things from you, and in return, I will be 'yours to command' as it were, when I get out of the arena, and I will get out of the arena. My first demand is that you make a rule change so any tributes with the same surname can all win. The second is that leave my family alone whether or not I win. The final is that you have adoption papers sent up to my room in the training center. If you wish to know my reasoning, then, quite frankly President Snow, you're an idiot, there's only one tribute possible to adopt, and I as I'm 16, I can legally adopt as a single parent. Thank you for listening."

quite frankly, I had no idea what I was going to say when I was left alone, but as soon as I started speaking, I knew I was saying the right things as they left my mouth.

The adoption idea came to me as I was crying. Shiro is a young girl who despite her outgoing and carefree nature, I could see something scared, something vulnerable. I don't know where I got the ability to read her, but I felt as if I should protect her. I knew it wasn't anything romantic because I knew I would never have those feelings about anyone. These feelings were more maternal, as if she was my daughter or something. I really don't care why the feelings are there either. I don't care about much now that I'm being sent to fight. I'm not being sent to death, I will win and I know I will, with Peeta and Shiro next to me.

Then I was going to burn the Capitol to the ground.

The districts will be free, and I will bring it about.

Nothing will stand in my way.

Not even Snow.

Somewhere in my thoughts, I had asked Haymitch for any tapes of the games he had. He handed over the 71st, the year a girl called Johanna had won. I watched it on my own, and another change in my psyche was imminent.

I saw all the blood, all the pain, all the anguish.

I liked it. I couldn't stop myself from thinking it, and while I was disgusted with myself, I knew it to be true.

I started laughing halfway through someone being tortured by the careers, and then I couldn't stop. Not until I was choking and Haymitch, having heard it, came in and helped.

When I calmed, he fixed me with an icy stare.

"You need to stop all this crazy shit, Sweetheart, it's going to get you killed."

I openly laughed at his statement. "I don't think so Haymitch, not if Snow knows what's good for him" Haymitch stares at me blankly, so I continue on " I have basically forced him into an agreement that he cannot back down from. One that ensures either multiple victors or a severe drop in the whole victor-prostitution thing, because lets face it, with my attitude and looks, I could be more successful than Finnick Odair."

Finnick Odair is a living legend, the youngest ever victor and prostitute for the President.

Haymitch already knows I knew about so it doesn't faze him, he just nods in agreement, but still doesn't say anything.

I tell him the rest and he eventually smiles so wide I think it must hurt. He hugs me, a rare occurrence, an promptly leaves the room.

I feel better knowing that even if I do die, the Capitol will not forget the 74th hunger games.

Woah!

Damn, katniss is awesome. The adoption thing just came to me while I was writing.

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