Part 2 as promised... Originally it was a completely different document but I decided to merge the two to make it easier.

The last time my eyes closed I believed I was dead. Now they are open I find that I am on an aircraft to a district I believed had been pulverised. The two people I believed to be Harry and Exma are in fact people called Haymitch and Cinna.

"Come on, it's okay. You won't be hurt. You're safe here." Cinna extends a hand for me to take. The bedroom I am in currently is white and quite large. You can see why I mistook it for heaven. Haymitch and Cinna are sitting on my bed. They want me to go see someone called 'original mockingjay'. I haul myself out of the bed, refusing Cinna's hand. All I've learnt about the two, albeit not much is a lie. They pull open the door and allow me to go through first. The hallway is long and extends three ways; left, right and forward.

"Scarlett!"

I look to the left to see someone running forward.

"Nevara!" I scream back. I run towards her. Half in disbelief. She has a bandage around her head just like me.

"What happened to you?" I ask as we hug.

"Xavier knocked me out and the next thing I knew I was here."

"Sorry to interrupt," Haymitch starts, "but we're on a schedule."

Nevara stands in front of me. "I'm coming with her."

"You haven't got clearance." Cinna replies.

"Please," I say, "I need a familiar face." They exchange a look and then nod. Nevara joins us and they explain everything along the way.

When I got chosen for the Games, it was purely by accident.

"When we saw what you did, refusing the volunteers, it gave us an idea. It was Katniss's idea to-"

"Who's Katniss?" I ask.

"She's the leader of the rebellion. Well technically she's the face." Haymitch answers.

Cinna continues, "To create another mockingjay. Get the public to fall in love with you and then get you to manipulate them into siding with us rebels when we finally come out in public. The plan was to tell you and Duncan and get you both to fake fall in love, but Haymitch and I saw that it was already happening for real."

"You switched the papers in the reaping bowl!" It makes sense. On the opening ceremony Cinna collided with someone who was holding a bowl filled with my name. Snow was supposed to pull out my name and I was supposed to be granted immunity from the games. But Cinna must have switched the names when he bumped into the man.

Cinna nods to agree. "We needed you in the games. It was the only way to ensure you would be seen by everyone and also, we planned to rescue you from the games. It was the only way to get you away from the Capitol."

We turn another corner, it's like this aircraft goes on forever.

"Anyway, the original plan was for you and Duncan. But then that Xavier kid got in the way," Haymitch takes over. "So I told Duncan to back off a little, let him be with you in the lime light."

They don't know. They don't know the real reason why Xavier was pretending to be in love with me. I'll have to ask him what he told Haymitch... But I can't... A pain hits my chest and I want to curl up in a ball and cry again. He's dead. Duncan's dead. Thinking about him brings too much pain for me. It's unbearable.

"What exactly did...Duncan...tell you that night?"

"Your mother used to be Snow's mistress and Snow favoured her. That's why he needed to get you out of the games. So he told you to pretend to love Xavier and in exchange you would be exonerated from playing the games due to the overwhelming support you would have got from the Capitol public."

I nod. That's pretty much it apart from the fact that President Snow is my father. This explains why Haymitch pushed me into the tube.

"We told Duncan our plan and let him in on everything. We hatched a plan to get you out of the games on the second night, at the Cornucopia. He was going to make sure you got there. We were going to blow the force field." Cinna squeezes my shoulder to comfort me; that was why Dunc wanted me to go there.

"Duncan persuaded us to tell Xavier everything, so we told him before the games and he was on our side right from the start."

"So why did he try to kill me?"

"He didn't. He hit you to make it look like you were dead. So we could get you into the aircraft carrier without suspicion."

"He did the same to me." Nevara says.

"Exactly." Haymitch answers. "He stabbed your arm because he was getting out your tracker chip."

"Wait..." Something doesn't make sense, "I don't get it. If you were going to blow the force field originally and make a scene, why did you just do that?"

"Because of Duncan." Cinna pushed open a door and allows us through first, "When he died, you stirred some commotion in the districts. His death was really emotional. But it's because of that, that Snow gave orders for you to be killed."

All the breath is knocked out of me. He wanted me dead? My own father?

"How do you-" I stop, and have to start again, I'm not sure how I feel about Snow wanting me dead. "How do you know this?"

"Because we had an informant inside. He was the head Game-maker. Plutarch Heavensbee. He sent the career pack after you once Xavier was on our side, knowing that he would keep you safe." "How did you get away from the peacekeepers when you pushed me into the tube?" I ask Haymitch. Surely Snow wouldn't have let him live for what he had done, and the room is a dead end, so how did he escape.

"Trap door, led me to the aircraft and we flew away and waited for you."

We are in front of a large iron door. Cinna pushes it open. The wall opposite the door is nonexistent; instead it is a glass huge window, seven times the size of a normal wall. The roof is glass as well. The wall of glass joins onto a floor of glass that eventually runs onto plush red carpet. A large brown table is on the carpet. A woman with brown hair in a braid is sitting, sipping tea in a mug. When she sees us she stands up.

"Hi." She is playing with a ring on her finger, she's married. She looks to be in her mid thirties.

"Hello." I reply.

After that there is a long moment of silence. I try not to make eye contact and make it even more awkward than it already is.

We sit down at the table.

"So here's the deal," Katniss states quite bluntly, "we need you to be the next MockingJay."

She explains in detail what it will entail; being the face of the rebellion is the main point.

"I'll do it." I nod.

"Scar, think about what this will mean." I almost forgot Nevara was with us, she's been quiet.

"I have. If it means the Capitol goes down, then I'll do it."

"Good to have you with us." Katniss extends a hand and I take it. "I feel sorry for the Capitol. I would hate to have you as an enemy."