Hey Guys! I finally managed to write a new chapter for this. I have to say I honestly thought no one would read this story. It's just something that has been going around in my head for the past few months.

I may be able to update one more time this week. It'll probably make up for next week. See, I've got a church camp I volunteered for at night plus a doctor's appointment and horse riding lesson. I also have to catch up on some major television shows. I'm so behind in watching Glee it's scary.

Anyway, this chapter is kind of going to be Peeta's reaction to Kat's death. Now let me set the scene cause I don't have time to write this all out.

Plutarch has just arrived and told King Chris of the attack at Seam Valley (AKA: Kat's death). He says that they have evidence that Snow and Coin were responsible and that Revolutia has declared war. Bakeria immediately joins them. The king and Plutarch go to the throne room so they can tell the rest of the royal family. Everyone freaks out. Peeta begs Plutarch if he can see Kat's body and is refused saying that the remains have been sent to a private place and are awaiting burial. King Chris tells Plutarch to announce of the attack and deaths of the Everdeen Monarchy and to let people know of their declaration of war. Peeta becomes too overwhelmed with grief to be in front of his parents and the rest of his family so he runs from the room.

On with the show! Roll Film!

Mockingjay War

Chapter 2

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Peeta's POV

I ran down the halls of the palace away from the throne room as fast as I could. Of course I could hear my family calling my name, pleading me to stop but I ignored them. They couldn't give me comfort. No one could now.

Tears were streaming down my face like the water at Hunger Falls. My heart was overcome with such sorrow I could barely manage to breathe. "In and out." I repeated in my head over and over again. I told Kat once that as long as you were breathing then you had everything you can ever need. Now she didn't even have that.

The tears were flowing now, making it hard to see as I ran to the one room in my home that would give me refuge to grieve in peace. My feet pounded down the halls as hard and as fast as my twelve year old body could manage. This place could also bring me a great deal of pain now that Kat was no longer here. I don't which I am going to be faced with but I know that going there now will be easier than later.

The first thing I noticed when I opened the oak doors was the black grand piano sitting in the center of the room. A matching guitar sat next to it. I was almost positive it was waiting for its Songbird to play it. Kat had been given that nickname by her father for she had inherited his love and appreciation for music. Her voice that could make the birds stop and listen had also come from him. Thinking about the beautiful melody that her voice held brought back memories of the two us in this room as she played the piano, flute clarinet, guitar, and violin for hours on end was when I finally lost it.

Why? The question ran around my head like a freaking tornado or hurricane, its strength bringing me to my knees. Out of all of our friends and her family, shouldn't she have been able to survive. Why, out of everyone else I knew, had it been Kat had to be ripped from me? She had done nothing to deserve this.

Images of her beautiful body lying cold and unmoving in a coffin assaulted my head. She was dead, gone, ripped from me like she was nothing. That was a complete and utter lie. She meant everything to me. But still, out of all her family and our friends shouldn't she have survived? She had the strength, mind, body, skill, talents, heck; she had everything she needed to survive? So why didn't she?

Every tear that fell down my face produced more fire to the need for vengeance I felt in the pit of my stomach and bottom of my heart. I needed revenge. Revolutia, Kat, our friends, and I needed retribution on Snow, Coin, and anyone who helped them. They would pay for her death. They had ripped from me one of the only things I would die to protect.

Even at twelve I knew Snow's death was inevitable. If I had anything to do about it, it would be at my hand. For messing with Princess Katniss Elizabeth Everdeen, they had brought forth my rage and fury. For I am Prince Peeta Anthony Mellarch and I will have my need for revenge quenched, even it is the last thing I ever do.

Fun, huh? I'm not done. In case I'm not able to update later this week I've wrote another chapter at the bottom.

I'd like to apologize. I lied at the top and don't have time to go change it. I already had a crappy version of what's above written in my journal. Let's just say I got bored in Science and Math class. So sorry, but I promise you I did have to practically rewrite this.

3 months later

Unknown location

Plutarch Heavensbee stared at his biggest secret who sat on a couch playing with her long brown hair. He checked the surface of the objects around her, making sure none were sharp enough to kill him. He already had a run in with her at the hospital after she woke up from a medically induced coma. Let's just say it involved her playing a lifelike game of darts; a syringe being the dart and him being the target. Her mentor's face was scared up after she missed and he held her back from strangling him. Yeah, he seriously owed Haymitch Abernathy.

The girl in question wasn't alone either. Her father, sister, mentor, brother and friends sat around her chatting, trying to avoid him. Yeah, she was still pissed.

Her father looked up at him. "Plutarch. What news do you have?"

The brunette turned to look at him with a murderous expression on her face. He knew that if it weren't for her sister, cousin, and her sister's best friend in the room, he would be dead or close to it. Her friends and brother wouldn't pull her back. He knew that fact for sure.

"Your highness," he said addressing her father. "I need to talk to your daughter about her position in this war."

The girl in question scoffed. "I believe I don't have a position in this war. Isn't that the point of you sticking us on this cursed island?"

"No, that wasn't the point. You needed a safe place to recover from your injuries. One where Snow and Coin wouldn't come after you."

"They think I'm dead remember. I believe you're the one who spread that fact." She sighed. "Please, just say what you need to."

He took a breath preparing himself for her reaction, again looking around for sharp objects. Her nails had been trimmed, against Cinna's permission of course, so he didn't need to worry about them. He had a lot of complaints from the stylist about why his girl on fire had short nails. He knew better that she, for once, hadn't been biting them. He pulled himself out of his thoughts and said what he had come here for. "We need you to become the Mockingjay, or the symbol of the war."

She turned to stare at him with a look of shock. "You what?"

He shrugged. He knew she would have some reaction. Her following this course would end up with him having to listen to her rant, again. "How can I be the Mockingbird, or whatever you called it, if no one can see me? I'm dead remember?"

"Mockingjay and you would be working from here. All anyone would see is your symbol." Her symbol was a gold pin that Madge and Delly had given her long ago. It was a birthday present if he remembered correctly.

"Oh, so I would be a hero that was to cowardice to come out in public, and would sit behind a computer screen all day hiding. If that's what you want me for you should ask Beetee instead."

The thirteen year old genius turned to look at his friend. "Not funny, K."

The girl turned and smiled at the boy. It shocked him. He hadn't seen her smile since the morning before she was attacked at Sean Valley. It was truly beautiful. It was also familiar; like some part of her that had existed before this bloody war began was attempting to shine through the mask she was hiding behind. He knew he was to blame for it. If he had told Peeta and the rest of the Mellarchs about her and everyone else's true fate, the girl in front of him would be whole and probably wouldn't hate him.

"I can't afford to put you in conflict again. That didn't really work last time if I remember correctly."

"So I'm going to stay here while everyone else is going to be out doing important work."

"No you all are going to be staying here." That's when he got a look from her brother's girlfriend. Jo was probably the only person that scared him a fraction of how much the Mockingjay did.

"Excuse me, but I have to side with brainless on this. We are not staying here and doing nothing." Jo stood up and left the room, pulling her boyfriend and his sisters with her.

K's best friend panicked, grabbing his girlfriend's hand and his two friends before running after her. "Kitty Kat, wait up!" he screamed down the hall.

Everyone followed the group. More or likely going to the game room or the garden this palace had. Legend said it was the most beautiful palace in existence and he didn't doubt it one bit.

He turned to look at the couch and found K's father and mentor remaining in the room. He sighed, "Well, that went well."

They both chuckled. "Yeah, sweetheart didn't attempt to kill you and scratch up anyone's face this time."

Haymitch spoke to soon. Down the hall they heard a very familiar voice screaming. "Finnick, Cato, Gale, and Marvel! What the hell did you do to my room?!"

Her father's eyes were wide and shot down the hall, making sure his oldest daughter didn't kill anyone. Plutarch turned to look at Haymitch who was sitting on the loveseat. As soon as the door shut they both burst out into hysterical laughter. What did they boys do this time?

When they had calm down. He turned to look at the two week old scratches running down his friend's face and neck. "I'm sorry about your face."

The blonde man shrugged. "She had every right to be angry. I would be if I was in the same situation with Maysilee. Honestly though I don't regret pulling her back, but you do know that Peeta's going to be even worse, right? He may succeed in killing you for lying to him. His father and the rest of his family are also going to be pissed at you."

The messenger nodded. "We won't have to worry about that till a few years from now. I don't plan on word getting out till after the war is over and done. Not even God would be able to get this information out of me."

Haymitch sighed. "As long as you know what you're doing and keep Sweetheart safe, I'm behind you. Just know if you betray us, I will personally kill you."

Plutarch nodded and gulped as Haymitch went down the hall to find the rest of the Everdeen Monarchy and their advisors that lived. He took Haymitch's words to heart and realized something. When Peeta found out that Kat was alive, Plutarch would be royally screwed. God help him when that day came.

Surprise! You honestly didn't think I would kill Kat off. This wouldn't be a Everlark story if she was. However, Peeta thinks she's dead and it's going to need to stay that way. Why? Keep reading to find out.

See you guys later!