HI guys...im back...again. Haha. Well, here is the next chapter.

I am soo sorry that it is a "filler", but since I have no homework today, I will be able to write more chapters for Life and do NaNoWriMo.

Trust me-I AM BUSY!

EnJoY...


Brightness fills the back of my eyelids and I recoil, replaying the fire. Except this time, the color is not accompanied by the intense aroma of smoke and heat-just a soft cool breeze. Morning.

I open my eyes and find the sun majestically stretching over the nearby mountains. Birds chirp and the sky is shaded a light blue. All is well until I lay my eyes on the surrounding Victor Village.

We must have not been the only people with a house fire because the remaining 11 houses are scorched.

Luckily not all of them were occupied with people, but some were.

Smoke curls off the rooftops while garden house at least try to put out the remaining sparks.

"Where are the fire trucks?" I manage to wonder out loud.

"Must be caught up in the ruins of Town Square."

I turn and grab Azalea-who is still sleeping-from Gale.

He stands up and yawns.

"What are we to do now? Go back to the house and acres the damage?" I question.

"Only one thing could have caused this," he interrupts, rubbing the back of his neck while looking down the street of burned houses.

I am quick to figure out what he means and try to stop him. "Gale, it couldn't be them."

He shoots a hateful glance to me, "Well then who would do this?"

"Gale-"

"It is obvious the surviving Capitol officials want full reign again. They must have burned down the majority of District 2 because we are the strongest among the others. They are pushing us back down so they can easily take over with out any one stopping them. They know we are still recovering from the Rebellion that was six years ago. It is to their advantage Rissa..." he grabs my shoulders and talks to me as if the thought is painful.

This can't happen. It is impossible.

"We have to warn the Panem government then." I insist.

"Yes. We need to, immediately."

"But how do we get the word to them? Surely the communication here has been knocked out by now."

He thinks for a minute, and then I can tell a light bulb has sparked in his head. "I know," he smiles, "come one."

He grabs my free arm that isn't occupied with Azalea and leads me out of the Village.

"Where are we going?"

"To see Beetee."


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