See? I said I would have a new chapter up this weekend and I did! This one shall soon be followed by another unless something happens to greatly decrease my will to write this story for you wonderful people. Thank you to: SilensFlos, booklvr90 and Pinklove21 for submitting characters who shall have an appearance as early as the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games

With my alcohol being withheld by the other male victor of district twelve, I had a void to fill. During daylight hours we trained like careers. And it was awful. You'd think that since I sleep with a knife in my hand I could hit a target. But no, Katniss and Peeta are the ones who actually show results after a tedious day of training, not me. I'm more of an " I'm suddenly awesome is the heat of the moment" kind of guy. But training doesn't last all day and drinking was my night time activity. So I've taken up a new hobby: talking on the phone. Fortunately at this point there's a lot to talk about.
I'd called Chaff first, just to ask about what was going on in his district (better than we'd hoped) that was a sensitive topic so that discussion ended quickly. It wasn't until after a rather uncomfortable pause that he said this:
" So the wedding's off." that one caught me by surprise. I'd been put off that the wedding was putting any rebellious acts in a standstill. Now here's the roadblock gone and I didn't even notice. "Is anybody particularly upset?"
"Probably Effie." I tell him and I was right. I'd quickly dismissed myself from our conversation at that point; I needed to know what Plutarch had come up with. And if he hadn't? Well I'd make up my own damn plan. But before I could dial the numbers Effie called and informed me on how unfair it was. I couldn't tell if she was more upset about her hard work going to waste or the fact that the Capitol went back on their word. Trust is a big thing with Effie, so I'd like think it was the later that reduced her to tears right before I hung up on her.
Before she could call again and harp on me about "telephone etiquette" I called Plutarch.
"Plutarch Havensbee, head Gamemaker for the 3rd quarter Quell" said a tired voiced. It seemed he'd had a very long day.
"Haymitch Abernathy, the usually drunk victor of the 2nd Quarter Quell." I mock from my spot by the phone.
" Well hello Haymitch." he says, his tone lightening considerably.
" The wedding's off." I tell him bluntly.
" I know, I was surprised you hadn't called sooner. Been preoccupied?"
" You could say that." I tell him, thinking of all the times I've tried and failed to impale something with a knife. "Where to now?" I ask, not keen on beating around the bush.
" That's what Beetee's figuring out." he informs me casually. I hear the squeak of his chair as he leans back.
"So an explosion of some sort?" I ask wearily. I don't tell him that I don't believe Beetee to be the best choice to orchestrate a rebellion.
"I think so. He contacted me earlier. Unfortunately I couldn't devote my full attention to it-I've had quite a few complaints to this years twist. But it involves the Games and your friend the force field."
" He wants to blow up the force field?" I asked. I hear a knock on the other end then Plutarch's voice whispering
"I need to go" click, then nothing.
Now I'm pissed. And I now possess more questions than answers. I'd call Beetee but it's easier to her a diluted version on his plans from somebody else. Less complicated, easier to follow. But I'd rather complicated a explication than none at all.

It's been a while since then. I've tried to contact Plutarch. But he's always been busy. I guess when you're heading a rebellion and organizing the Quarter Quell things can pile up. The only thing I've heard from him is that what he's always doing is a major piece in this and fits in with Beetee's plan. Which I'm still in the dark about.
" I know probably less than you do." Finnick told me in a brief conversation the night after Plutarch informed me of the mysterious plan."Don't even try to ask Johanna, she's still too busy yelling at Peacekeepers to know anything." that closed off nearly all avenues of knowledge for me. I had called Seeder-who was more likely to know when compared to Chaff- but she was no help. I don't get along well enough with one or two so they were out. And I've tried anybody else who would answer their phone. But still nothing.
When I finally had the chance to figure out the who plan I almost missed it. I had been asleep, more like passed out on the couch actually, when the phone started to ring. It took me a couple of rings to really recognize what the noise was but when I did I was up very fast.
" Hello?" I questioned, wondering if my waking up and trip from the couch was worth it.
" Haymitch, good. We have a plan." he paused then, waiting for me to respond. Why can't he just tell me?
" What's the plan then?"
"Beetee has figured out how to over ride the force field. And he's assured me that he can do it."
"And this helps how?" I ask, not seeing any real gain.
"We can get the tributes out. We can Rescue as many as we can and not only will that smart of rebellion we save lives that may have been otherwise lost." I'm silenced, but not from shock. I'm just thinking of how this changes things. That awful agreement I made with Katniss the night of the card reading doesn't matter now. We can get her out, we can get Peeta out. We can get anybody part of this that is still alive out.
"What if there's nobody left to save?" I ask revealing a fear he must be hiding.
"Then we've failed. But Beetee's volunteering to go in if he isn't chosen to make sure that he does it before everybody is...gone." He avoided the use of "dead" even though he's running the games; there are still people he cares about being put at risk. And he doesn't want to acknowledge that what could be considered his crowing achievement is hurting so many people including him. "But I'm not going to play dirty tricks this year, I've forbade it of anybody. That can minimize the danger to some degree but I really cannot guarantee anything."
"I know, it's just" I'm struggling to word this phrase. "I've kind of made a deal with Katniss that together we'll bring Peeta home if he goes in the games… At any cost." he didn't give an exasperated sigh or ask "why did you do a stupid thing like that?" in response to the fact that I basically agreed to our mascots death.
Instead it's
"Then we must make sure there is no reason to make rash decisions. Protect Peeta to protect The Mockingjay."
"Mockingjay?" I ask not comprehending the context it was used in.
"It's a tad more impressive than the mascot or representative." he explains and I realize he's talking about Katniss. Inwardly I laugh at the comparison. Starting of as Jabberjays, something they needed and wanted then turned into a Mockingjay. Something they never wanted to exist and ended up effecting everybody. How suitable.
"And how? I don't think it's possible for those two to go under the radar and avoid being targeted."
"No, but you can intercept attacks." he tells me. My mouth is suddenly agape. I thought I had low morals.
"You want people to sacrifice themselves?" I ask, questioning his sanity.
"People already do that." He informs me. "Everyday people are dying fighting against the Capitol. That man in eleven supported Katniss. Victors support Katniss."
"How?"
"You don't think victors were interrogated after they talked to her? Nearly everybody was. Nobody said anything. And they knew the stakes were high if they were suspected to be lying. They want a rebellion as much as she does and they'll do anything to get it." This is enough evidence for me.
"So we only need to make it official?"
"Right. Then once everybody's been rescued we head to Thirteen." now, here's the point where I greatly question his sanity.
"Thirteen? Thirteen's been gone for ages." I inform him. I'm metaphorically crossing my fingers, hoping that this won't be a recap of the conversation I had with Katniss on the same subject.
"Thirteen's been rebuilding for years." he corrects me. I want to say something but he continues before I can object to anything. "That's what I've been doing this whole time. Communicating with their officials. I was finally able to talk to Alma Coin, their President only last night. She said it was high time we stood up for ourselves and they'd be happy to house us and let us combine with their forces." he stops then, seeing it as a sufficient explanation.
" Forces?" I ask. " They have an army."
" Yes of course," he says as if it's completely plausible that a district which is supposed to be extinct has an army. "The whole districts underground to prevent damage from the possible bomb threat or natural disaster." he informs me. The pieces are starting to fit together a little better now. But I'm still not convinced.
"How do I know you're not pulling my leg?" I ask sceptically.
"You're going to have to trust me." I laugh. Then turn serious again.
" At this point trust is something hard to come by. We always need to be on our toes or else we find ourselves waist high in shit."

Plutarch chuckles."Wise words, Haymitch, wise words."

Even though I was aware that we would probably be getting both of our tributes- whoever they were- out of the arena. I still was not too supportive of Peeta's plan to protect Katniss by going into the games. So when my name was drawn by Effie's manicured hand I only had the time to groan before Peeta volunteered and made his way to the stage.
It was like last year, except for one key difference. Those tributes up on the stage? This time I was genuinely scared for them.

So, the Reaping's done now we're on to the Games!

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