A/N: Hope everyone had a great Christmas or any other holiday you celebrate this time of the year. I wanted to finish this up by then, but it got way too busy. Not going to lie, I'm kind of enjoying the irony of finishing while watching the "Fight Hunger Bowl".

Have a Happy New Year!

The others did come and wake me so I'd be on time for training, but I brushed them off and went back to sleep. Eventually I get up and have a small breakfast before heading downstairs.

Picking up a knife I throw it at the stationary target. Vixen taught me to throw them one year after losing another kid to the arena. I couldn't do anything to get back at the Gamemakers for dragging his death out, but I could imagine throwing one of those blades at them.

"Nice," says Alara after I get a solid stick just outside the bull's eye. She picks up a knife and using the same technique gets one around the same area on another target.

We turn it into a competition and some of the others come to watch. What's interesting about a pair of old women with knives is beyond me. I may be old, but I'm not dead, not yet anyway. The thing that sticks in the back of my head is that it is highly probably most of us will be dead before the plan can even be executed.

Peeta I've gotten to know a little better over the last hour and won't regret for a second keeping him alive. He's a very nice young man and he reminds me of Amaranth. There seems to be no problem for him making friends with us and vise versa.

Lunch is called and once I've grabbed my tray I sit across from Peeta and Katniss, who is more than a little uncomfortable that my friends put all of the tables together. She needs to learn quickly that there is no such thing as personal space around here. If you're uncomfortable… well just for fun the others will make it worse.

All through training I do each station with someone who is part of the plot. From Nuts and Volts I learn that District 12 didn't start an uprising. It's not surprising, but I am a little disappointed. The others from 3, 4, 6, 7, and 8 are already rebelling and it's only a matter of time before the others join.

"What do you mean they're not in?" says Chaff.

"Just what it sounds like," snaps Johanna. "Alara and Drite won't help us in the arena. Volts tried everything with Alara. I tried talking with Thora, but all I got out of her is that she believes they know what they're doing."

Something isn't sitting right with me about this. They hate the Capitol just as much as the rest of us. Their own mentor, whom they loved and respected as a mother, was practically the leader among the victors for the rebellion. Something is nagging me in the back of my brain and then it hits me. What was it that Vixen used to say? If she was being compliant then she's up to something? Is it possible that they're playing it smarter than the rest of us?

"It's fine," I say. "Too many people involved means they'll catch on quicker."

Blithe nods to the piece of paper in Finnick's hand, "What's that?"

"Oh, a little poem for my one true love," he says before going over to talk with Cecelia.

"Do you think they'll even get to the rest of us after his," asks Johanna with a wicked smile.

Interview after interview goes by where we turn the board on the President Snow. Cashmere, Gloss, and Finnick reel our audience in by telling them how much love there is between us and the Capitol.

Alara and Drite surprise me when they join in on the attack. What are they up to? A small hope grows that they've changed their minds.

Before I know it, it's my turn. My stomach turns as I say that people in my district believe Snow is all powerful, but the fact remains that he could stop the Quarter Quell if he really wanted to.

But he doesn't, there's no way he'd back down. But we did get to leave him our parting gift. Turning the citizens of the Capitol against Snow was a kind of fun I haven't had in years. Peeta wasn't even in on the plan and he was absolutely brilliant!

In the confusion after the interviews I hurry to Alara to at least get her on our side.

"Forget it. I'm not going to help you kill her sister," Alara snaps.

"That won't happen," says Cecelia coming up beside me.

"Do the math. That girl comes out of the arena the traditional route her family is safe. If she's the victor, they die. And if she gets out any other way, well I hear District Thirteen is nice this time of year."

Cecelia gives me a quick hug before joining Alara on the elevator. She's worried about her kids, but I know she won't back out of the plan. Her only condition for helping was that the rebellion made sure her children were alive and safe.

All of us are pushed to the elevators. On the ride up I say my goodbyes to whoever is in here since, for most, I'll never see them again. Chaff is already upstairs when I get to our floor. I shake my head telling him how successful I am with my friend.

"Don't need them," he says.

We wait for the others so we can say goodbye, but they never come upstairs. Looking outside the Captiolists are still in a frenzy. The recaps should be playing now, but the only thing on is commentary on who might be the victor.

"I'm going to clean up, but I want to talk to you afterwards," I say.

He agrees and we go to our rooms. We never get our talk. When I try the door to my room, it's locked. My fourteen year old self would've panicked, but I've done a lot of growing up since then.

A smile creeps up on my face, Awe, did I strike a nerve?

My stylist, Julia, cries the entire flight to the arena. She only got assigned to me a few years ago when my third stylist, Tigris, retired but she still acts as if I've been her friend since the second we met.

While I shower I think about the plan. Volts, Katniss, and Peeta absolutely must stay alive. On our side, Finnick, Johanna, and Chaff are the most powerful and can keep them alive. Finnick will keep Mags with him, no question, and Chaff I know will stay for me. The others are all on their own.

My eyes adjust to the arena.

Oh come on, I think when I look at the water between me and the Cornucopia. I never learned to swim.

There's not much time to think about it and the gong sounds. Finnick dives into the water. Good. He'll be able to secure the supplies. There's another tribute on the island with him. Katniss! Where did she learn to swim?

"No time like the present," I shout jumping into the water.

It's madness. I knew we would all play along, but I didn't expect them to get this ugly. I reach the island just as Finnick is hauling Katniss, Peeta, and Mags out of the area. Volts, where is Volts?

"Seeder, over here!"

Chaff is on the edge of the Cornucopia. Every bit of instinct is telling me to get to him and escape into the jungle. But I can't leave, not yet.

"Idiot!"

Johanna's voice carries over to me and I'm able to find her and then Volts. Enorbaria throws her knife at him and it lands in his back. That's it. Volts was the only one who'd be able to destroy the arena so they could get to us. It's over.

I should just end it right here. Run up to Cashmere or Gloss and have them kill me. But then I see Volts move. Johanna and Blithe haul him up. They wouldn't risk their lives if he didn't have a chance. The plan is still alive.

Gloss shouts over to his sister and points in their direction.

"Seeder!"

Sorry, Chaff.

If there's one thing I've learned in the Hunger Games is there comes a time where your life doesn't matter. Boron taught me that along with so many other tributes. This is for them.

No one stops me as I run across the Cornucopia. I'm appreciating the irony that this time instead of running away from the Pack, I'm running for them. Cashmere never sees me coming and I tackle her to the ground. Gloss hears her gasp and stops his pursuit to come to her aide.

My hand goes to my stomach and I feel sticky hot blood, my blood. The world slows down for me. Looking around I watch as Johanna, Blithe, Wiress, and Volts disappear into the jungle. Chaff stares as I collapse first to my knees and then to my side.

Who cares that I'm dying. So long as the district's symbol of the rebellion lives, I regret nothing.

Thank you, Boron.