All right, all right.

You've talked me into keeping the story up! XD I knew people were reading this story but I can't believe the amount of people who have remarked that they love this story so much and how it's their favorites! I'm so happy! However (Time for Bad news!) I'm still a little bit wary of writing what I had been planning to.

First of all, Destiny herself wasn't actually supposed to be featured in the story it was just supposed to be her as Katfir but I think if I bring that persona of her out then it would be less like plagiarism. Oh that reminds me. I put up a disclaimer in my profile that states that I don't own any characters or any of the movies or anything from the books. And if that wasn't good enough, I'll put it up here.

I don't own anything that could get me in trouble. I only own my OC and some of the plot, which is just where I went in and changed what happened!

Is that good?

The reason I had parts of the book was because if you remember Katfir is Katniss' twin so wouldn't they have some of the same thoughts, and some of the same memories? Oh well.

Okay so since I'm bringing out the Destiny persona, here are things that you need to know if you want to read onward.

To get the background story on Destiny, and how she got the scars on her wrists, go to my Destiny legends story. Now the scar over her heart will be from when she goes in to the Ironman movies. I haven't started on that story or published it so you can look forward to that! Um…The scar on the side of her cheek is explained in Destiny's Murdock. If you've seen the A-Team movie (Not the series) then you know that they are at one point sent to different prisons. Destiny, at the time called Rachel, was sent to Arkam Insane Asylum. The story is that she went crazy (more so than she already was) and the Joker gave her the scar on the side of her cheek because she was going into a coma.

If you have any more questions feel free to ask me.

Enjoy it!

I could see myself in the mist. The woman I used to be. My hair a long black and white and it was shinning. My skin was tan and by that I knew when and where I was. I could only watch, over and over again as I got my heart broken. I saw the familiar figure, clad in dreadlocks break my heart, and how he begged me to take him back but I didn't.

I watched as I caught him kissing Elizabeth, a small pain compared to our break up. But the worse was through the entire thing his eyes were connected with mine and I couldn't look away from those dark depths even as I watched 'myself' run from his begging that looked like it was aimed at the present me.

Then without warning the nightmare switched and I was standing there and it wasn't Jack but it was Haymitch and he was kissing my, healthy, twin sister, then my mother, even Effie. It was never me and my heart was almost bleeding out of my chest. It was so painful and I clutched onto it because his eyes were meeting mine and the blue orbs dug deep. My face burned and my wrists hurt. Everything hurt.

Finally I was released from my dreams to bolt up in my soft, Capital bed but it wasn't soft anymore, it was cold and harsh and I want to go home. I felt pain everywhere, and it just hurt so badly. What was wrong with me? What happened to me while I was sleeping? Did the Capital decide that I was useless and try to take care of me this way? What is this pain-?

Wait.

My cheeks, my wrists, my heart.

I knew this pain all right. It was from….back then.

I cried out and tugged my hands out from under the covers to feel my cheeks and when I pulled them back they were covered in the familiar crimson liquid. I scrambled out of bed and stumbled to the floor. My legs couldn't hold my weight. There was no telling how long it had been since I started bleeding. How much blood have I lost? I forced my legs to hold my weight and I stumbled into the bathroom. I looked into the previously beautiful wavy mirror.

What I saw there made me scream at myself. My cheek was ravished into ruins. The left side of my face had a large, painful scar leading from the tip of my mouth to curve along my cheek bone in a fiery, over-the-top half smile. I yanked the once beautiful shirt off and there right above my heart was the long straight scar where my skin and muscles were forced back together, via my abilities, lying along the center of my chest. On my wrists were the unnoticeable lines of scars.

I squealed and fell onto the ground in shock. The pain of my butt hitting the floor didn't even register in my mind. I clutched my face as if the scars were signs that they it would fall right off.

What did this mean? Why were these scars back? This dream? Was it a sign that I was going to need myself in the future or was it just my control slipping?

Wait. I calmed my breathing down, taking deep inhales and exhales. No, it had to be the approaching danger; the danger of the Hunger Games must have triggered the scars to come back to my skin in this body.

I shakily rose to my feet, grimacing now at the pain in every part of my body. Ignoring it for the moment, I turned on the tap and began to wash away the blood from my face, and from my heart, even my wrists. They must have reopened, just like when I first got each of them. I shuttered at even the memory of them. I'm suddenly glad I was asleep for that. The scars were painful enough the first time around so why would I want to experience it again?

I took a look at my injuries now that I was clean of blood. It wasn't so bad. Sure the one on my face was horrific because it was connecting my mouth and you could tell that it went right through my cheek and into the insides of my mouth. At least it was closed up and looked to be a few years old by now. I could remember my best friend (At the time he'd been just another prisoner in a cell to me.) saving me by giving me this scar. But that was a time I didn't remember. I didn't want to remember anything.

Yet, here I was with all of my memories being slammed in to my face. I couldn't deny it but I couldn't use it either. I'm Destiny, controller of all of the fates in the world, but also the destroyer of lives.

NO! Those thoughts got me where I am now, getting sacrificed in a game for the Capital. I couldn't remember anything about myself or…or…I'd have to worry about more than just the people around me. I don't want to be faced with that responsibility anymore. I've had centuries upon centuries upon centuries of taking care of everyone else and for once I don't want to think about what's going to happen in the future of everything. I just want to be apart of the humans.

Well, look where that got me. I'm about to be pinned up in an arena with children who haven't been alive enough to have any real fun. Most of them will be starved and ready to die or the others have been trained their whole lives to kill other children. What kind of goddess am I that I can't even protect the humans?

Well, to hell with them all! I'm going to go through this life, just like I planned to.

While I'd been panicking my body had sat down on the edge of the large tub in the middle of the bathroom. Now I pulled myself up and stood in front of the mirror. I slowed my panicked breathing and focused on what I needed to do. I started with one deep breath, then another, then another until every breath was long and came from the very bottom of my being. Slowly the raised skin in my cheek began to take the shape of a proper but very fake, cheek. I concentrated one by one until the scars were hidden behind fake skin.

When I finished, closing the last cell wall around its cell membrane, I stumbled back and groaned. The job was very taxing. If I had been in my usual…form…I would have had no problem but in this form, mostly human, it was hard to do anything unnatural.

I forced my feet to move under me until I was lying on my bed again. I groaned when I realized that both the bed and my clothes were soaked in blood. Luckily for me it wasn't as hard for my blood to wash away because it usually vanished once it was no longer in contact with my body. However, the blood on me would make me have to get a shower again.

I need to embrace the fact that I'm not normal and no matter how much I want to be, I will never be human. No matter how many times I change my name or my figure, and I have to realize that before I get hurt. The problem is that I want to be one so bad. I've always been happy prancing around and deciding what to do for everyone. But the humans don't like it they say it's a lack of free will. How else is the universe supposed to work? I love humans but look what happens when I give them free will! They send children into an arena and kill each other.

Well not when I'm done they won't. I'm sick and tired of rolling over and playing dead. I'm going to win this and then I'll find away to stop this madness, using my powers or using my human abilities. It's probably best that I stick with my human abilities though because if I suddenly start acting weird with my powers then they'll become weary. The Capital's weapons wouldn't be able to touch me – if I was in my natural form but if I die in this form, not only will it be painful but I'll not be able to come back, as per the rules.

So human wise is the way this is going to go.

My mouth stretched into a grin and I glared into the fake picture of the forest. This might be fun, now that I've settled back into being…me…

I know its kind of sudden of me to do this but I thought that I could get this out to show you guys that I will slowly be continuing. I was heartened by all of the reviews that told me that I should continue. That's the only reason I'm continuing this story at all. I had no idea that people loved this story that much but I'm glad I know it now. I'm not quite sure where this story is going but I hope that I can continue it to your liking.

And now, I'm going to try and forget the fact that I almost shut down the story.

Has anyone seen the Avengers yet?

ITS SO AWESOME!

It is by far my favorite movie E.V.E.R.!

I think I almost went into a coma during the whole movie. I loved it so much! It was funny, dramatic, sad, and awesome and…and….Awesome! I loved Robert Downey Jr. in it. He was my favorite and my eyes were on him the entire time. I can't say much more because some of you haven't seen it but I'm telling you now that you should see it because it will change your view on movies!

Of course Thor was okay…and Captain America….Lets just go ahead and say that I loved everyone in that movie!

Okay, question of the update:

If you were in the Avengers who would you chose to take the heart of?

For me it's Ironman all the way. I've never really supported Pepper. I mean the girl didn't like him at all and didn't see that he only really had eyes for her. I kind of get it, since he was a playboy but she wouldn't even let him tell her that he was dying. He promoted her to CEO and she still treated him like crap. He even took his workers from him. She kicked him out of his office and didn't even spare him a moments thought. She's a power hungry bitch and I'm tempted to leave her out of any story I write!

Oh….sorry that got kind of long didn't it? Oh well….

Thank you guys for reviewing and urging me to continue with this story!