Since the lines are refusing to work, future author notes will be in bold. =D Yayz.

Anyways, I just made some… ah… very wild additions to this. But hey, if you thought this was cardboard, the future chapters will get wilder than that.

Oh yeah, I own nothing on the Hunger Games. All rights to the idea go to Suzanne Collins, except for those of my own creations. That was a disclaimer.

Four

My name... is Angel Snow.

That line echoes in my head as I toss and turn in my sleep. Having the thought that a mass murderer's daughter is sleeping right next door... it gives me an uneasy feeling that I shouldn't trust her. Angel Snow.

But... what people say is right. You can't base people on their parentage. True, I wonder who would marry Snow, but in the Capitol, nothing is ever as it seems.

Frustrated with the fact that sleep will not dawn over me tonight, I flip out of bed and pad into the guest room. Angel is asleep, her face illuminated by the moonlight streaming from the window. I stand over her, trying to figure out her mysterious life, the hidden part of her she has never told me.

Suddenly, her eyes blink open. I'm startled, and I back slowly away from her bed, hands stretched out in front of me. A girl caught me spying on her in her sleep. How embarrassing is that?

"S-Sorry," I stammer. "I-I didn't m-mean to. Sorry. I'll go... um... I'll go back to sleep now."

I turn towards the door, desperate to get out of here, but Angel's calm voice stops me. "It's fine."

Her voice, crystal clear, reaches my eardrums and I turn back, hesitantly. Angel props herself up onto her elbows and sits up against the bed. "Come on," she says, patting the covers next to her.

I feel a little embarrassed, but I obey her and sit down next to her. Angel starts speaking immediately.

"I feel that there's something you should know about me..." she says. "You're wondering if you can trust me, right?"

"Yeah," I admit. "I mean, being Snow's granddaughter, and all."

"Maybe this can help you." Angel strokes the rose on her nightstand as she speaks. "How about... A story?"

"A... story?" I ask, bewildered. A story at midnight. How bizarre.

"Yes," she says. I nod, afraid of what her words might bring, whether if they'll chase away the nightmares or bring them on… Suddenly, I find myself sinking into Angel's past…

"A girl, sir," says the doctor. Snow nods and looks down at his grandchild. How proud he was, staring at the daughter that shall become his whole life.

"What shall we name her?" Snow asks, not looking up. But the woman lying on the bed next to him knows exactly whom he was talking to. Arlienne Snow, the president's good daughter, replies.

"Lavinia," she says. "I've always wanted a Lavinia."

"Lavinia it shall be," Snow agrees. It has been a long time since he was calm and steady - but this is a special occasion. This is the brighter side of Snow, when he is nothing but a loving grandfather. "And what a miracle it is, our little Lavinia being born on Reaping Day. The dawn of the Fifty-Eighth Hunger Games. How... grand."

"Very," agrees Arlienne. "Lavinia Snow... grow, and make your grandfather proud."

"Indeed," says Snow, nodding slowly.

-15 Years Later-

"Father." Lavinia approaches her grandfather slowly, knowing how she must be cautious about this.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Snow barely looks up from his desk. "Be quick about it."

"Can I have a wish?"

"Wish for what?" Snow's hand goes scribbling on his notebook, his hand a blur. "Make it quick."

"I want to tour the districts."

Snow's hand stops halfway from writing a letter. "Why?" Frozen in shock, Snow's beady eyes can only look upon his redheaded granddaughter.

I want to incite a rebellion because your Hunger Games are cruel, says Lavinia's mind. But in reality, she says, "I want to see life out there. Please, Father. Just this once."

"Alright," says Snow. He would do anything for his precious granddaughter - because she is the life of the Games itself.

-Three Weeks Later-

"What did you say?" The resident of District Five stares at Lavinia, shaking his head. "A... rebellion? You Capitol people must be crazy." He shakes his head again to prove his point and walks away.

"Wait-" Lavinia calls out, stretching out her hand. "Please. Don't you ever get sick of the Games?"

The young man looks at Lavinia straight in the eye. "Of course," he says in a hushed whisper. "But how do you incite rebellions? They don't happen in a day."

"Starting with each district, we spread the news. I... Being Snow's granddaughter, I know the horrors of the things he does. I can't stand it anymore."

"Good luck doing it then," he says, walking away. Lavinia sighs. Why is this so hard?

"Hey, you," says a voice. Lavinia jumps, and turns around to the source of the voice. Behind her stands a burly Peacekeeper, grabbing her shoulder tightly. "Were you saying something about rebellions?"

"No," Lavinia says. Frightened and shocked, all she could do was to remain standing. "No."

"Right." The Peacekeeper shakes his head. "Well, you're coming with me, missy." He lowers his head and adds, "And your grandfather wouldn't be so happy about this."

"I-" Lavinia only has the time to finish this one word before a rock hits the Peacekeeper's temple. His grip slackens, and Lavinia, with no time to look for her savior, runs away.

"Get her!" the Peackeeper roars, setting off after the girl. Lavinia's mane of red hair flies out behind her, easily spottable in the District Five crowd. Scores of Peacekeepers begin crowding out on her... and she knows that she cannot run forever.

"Let me help."

The boy is back again, running alongside with her. Lavinia can only nod and accept his help - together they roam the streets of Five, eventually breaking out of the district altogether.

"Find them," Snow snarls. "Find my granddaughter, and that boy."

"What shall we do with them, then?" the soldier asks.

"Turn the girl into an Avox," Snow declares. After some hesitation, says, "Kill the boy."

-Four Days Later-

Four days into the woods, Lavinia and the boy, who introduced himself as Wilson, are running desperately. The Capitol is onto them - there is no time to waste.

"Where… are we going?" Wilson gasps.

Lavinia grits her teeth and says it the truth. She probably won't make out of this alive. But Wilson might. He needs to know the truth.

"I overheard… the conversation… between Snow and someone else… he said something about…"

"Just say it!" Wilson whispers harshly.

"You'd think I'm… I'm crazy… but that's what he said," Lavinia says. "He said that… that… District Thirteen… is still alive."

"We're going there?" Wilson asks incredulously.

"We... need... help..." Lavinia says between rushed breaths.

"There's... no one... out here... who can help... help us," Wilson says, gasping for air. Neither have any clue why they are together, but they're working together anyways. And that team will soon fall apart. Lavinia can sense a hovercraft approaching - after years of watching them, she knows. And then it'll be all over.

"Hovercraft," she says. As if on cue, all the birds suddenly stop chirping, as if they've been robbed of their voices. All but one. A long, screeching sound comes out of a bird's throat and a shadow of a hovercraft comes down upon Lavinia.

But then she notices something - two frightened faces, standing out in the lush green forest. A boy and a girl, with hunting weapons. She tries to call out to them for help, but they disappear from view. A minute later, it's all over.

-One Week Later-

"I want another daughter."

Arlienne Snow looks at her father straight in the eye.

"Forget it," he snaps.

"Please. I want another daughter."

"No."

"Fine." Arlienne turns on her heels and walks away, but oh boy, she is not going to keep true to her word.

-Nine Months Later-

"So... you've had another daughter." Snow frowns at his daughter.

"Yes," Arlienne says bravely.

"You know perfectly well that you weren't permitted to have another child," Snow spits out. Arlienne backs away slowly.

"But when have I listened to the rules last, Father?" she asks. "A life is a life. Don't waste them."

Silence.

"What is her name?" Snow asks, struggling to keep his temper even.

"Angel."

"Take your Angel and get out of here. You have an hour to clean up after yourself. After that, you'll be on the wanted pages."

Arlienne is taken back by her father's statement, but she wastes no time. Clutching little Angel Snow to her chest, she runs out of the room.

"And that is how I was born," Angel concludes. After the hour-long story, I'm fascinated at the tale of her past, before she was even born. Shocked and left speechless, too, at the complex history of her story before birth. But...

"How does that make me believe that you're on our side?"

"Oh, remember those Hunger Games, all those years ago?" Angel asks.

"Yeah," I say slowly.

"All those sponsor gifts towards Katniss Everdeen - my mother donated all of her money to that cause, anonymously. She saw that night of the opening ceremony... that Katniss was truly indeed a Girl on Fire - sparks to dominate the Capitol. My mother's entire life was towards overthrowing the Capitol."

No.

I don't want to believe it. Why should I believe the granddaughter of a liar? The biggest one in the country? Why should I trust her? Believe her? These can all be lies, just lies made up by her to get her to trust me! No, you shouldn't trust her! My mind yells. But I can't listen to mind. I can't listen to my brain. I can't listen to anyone, anything, I can only stay as myself, absorbed in my wild thoughts.

The hidden story of the remainder of the Snow bloodline makes me get chilled to the bone. Frozen in shock, I can only stagger out of the room, gripping onto the railings and walls carefully, making my way back to my bed.

I can only hope that sleep takes pity on me and brings unconsciousness fast, but alas, the odds are definitely not in my favor.

Well? Yep, these are… very… weird… changes.

They'll get weirder.