Okay guys, this for the Rebekah lovers it's all written from her perspective :D :D :D

Excuse me just one second while I go into Starkid freakout mode:
OMG OMG OMG OMG STARSHIP WAS ONE OF THE BEST FREAKING THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN! :D :D AND TOOTSIE AND MEGAGIRL ARE SOOO CUTE AND SO IS BUG! :D

As my readers I am going to tell you guys to go and watch it. Like, right now forget about reading this new chapter, go to youtube NOW you will NOT regret it I promise!

Alright! If you're reading this you better have watched Starship because if not… um… something bad will happen to you.

Sorry if this chapter doesn't make any sense to you but I thought it was an interesting twist…? NO SHUT UP YOU'LL TELL THEM EVERYTHING!

Readers, please don't judge me for the weirdness of this chapter… I've been watching too many episodes of Bones in my free time ¬¬

Okay enjoy! :D :D :D

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games

New Pawns

As I walk through the forest I glare at everything in my path. Bushes, butterflies, birds and even a stick. I feel so confused! I'm still furious at Jasper but I also feel horrible about the girl from District 3. The look on her friend's face was just…

I sigh and roll my eyes. I rub my temples in frustration. Why is life so complicated? I honestly envy those girls whose biggest problems were who liked who and who had an eating disorder and stupid gossip like that. That's what used to be considered "drama". It might still be in the school I'd be going to if it hadn't been for that night. I climb a tree and a small parachute lands on the branch beside me. I look around and when I see no one, I grab it. It's really small. I open it and find a picture in it. My eyes widen in shock and I crumple it up, throwing the photo as far from me as possible. The tears come without my consent and it all comes back to me, as if it was happening at this second.

"I saw you with her! Don't try to deny it!"

A skinny girl in a night gown too big for her listened to her parents argument.

"Why do you even care? It's not like you ever want to have any fun any more!"

"Well, excuse me for having to take care of OUR daughter while you're out getting drunk with that 'friend' of yours!"

"What do you mean 'friend'?"

"Well as far as I'm concerned…"

The girl covered her ears, tears streaming down her face. She caught little bits of the fight.

"…wouldn't call Rebekah a brat!"

"…at times!"

The girl ran to her room and tried to drown out the sounds of yelling by singing one of her favourite songs.

"My gift is my song…"

She heard the door slam and her mother storm past her room, talking to herself.

"Fine! Let him leave! He'll be back before morning!"

And sure enough her father came back just before dawn, drunk and violent.

I shudder, trying to block out the memories and screaming, "No! Stop it! STOP!"

"You hurt Rebekah!" the mother screamed looking at the figure of the small girl, a cut in her arm.

I grab my head and start rocking back and forth.

A year later, a small nine seven year old girl sat on her bed with her father beside her.

"Mom says you're leaving and never coming back…"

Sobs escape me.

"'Bekah…"

"Dad, you know I hate it when you call me that."

"Don't say it! Don't say it please!"

The man smiled. "'Bekah, if I loved you…"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

"…why would I ever leave your mother and you?"

She smiled relieved and closed her eyes. "Good night Dad. I love you."

"Good night 'Bekah."

She had terrible dreams that night and when she woke up the next morning she found the worst surprise of her life.

Her father had left her. And he was never coming back.

"NO! Come back! Come back!" my shoulders shake uncontrollably.

I look at the sky resentfully. "Why'd you leave, huh? WHY?"

I cry myself to sleep. My dreams are nightmares where I'm forced to watch Justin die a total of fifty horrendous deaths.

When I wake up it's still dark out and I hear someone talking to themselves. At least, I think I do.

"No, no, no! That's a completely stupid idea!"

I don't recognize the voice.

"Well, how about we team up and…?"

"And…what?"

The voices are lowered so I can't hear what they're saying.

"WHAT? No way man!"

"Come on Flynn!"

Flynn? Wait, that's impossible he's dead!

"Together we'd be invincible!"

"Sorry Cruz, I have a strict don't trust anyone policy that I'm quite happy living by."

This doesn't add up at all! I narrow my eyes and look down, trying to see. Sure enough I spot a head of flaming red hair and curly blond hair.

What in the…?

Cruz steps closer to him, "Are you sure…?"

Flynn smiles, "Definitely."

What the heck is going on? Cruz and Flynn back in the Arena? Seriously, what the-

I hear a twig snap and both figures disappear in the second it takes me to find the source of the noise.

I hear someone swear to themselves and mumble, "I was sure I'd heard someone!"

It's Spirit!

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! I think to myself. Okay, I can't let him see me. I try to shrink more into the shadows.

He runs off in a different direction and I sigh in relief. Thank goodness for all those twigs lying around in this forest, there seems to be quite a few of them.

Something doesn't add up. Strangely enough I'm not happy at the idea that there might be more tributes alive than what it seems. It's definitely time to pack up and investigate. There's no way I'd be able to fall back asleep anyways.

As I land I hurt my foot. I try and fail not to groan in pain.

I get back up and start limping in the direction which I think Spirit went. Maybe if I stay behind him he'll never find me? I don't know but it's worth a shot.

I walk a few hours before stopping because the pain in my foot's become too unbearable. I take my shoe off and massage my ankle. I suspect it's sprained. I don't have time for this! I have to know what's going on!

The sky's becoming a light grey colour. Sunrise will be soon. I groan as I press one spot in my ankle. Maybe I'll just sit here for a while… The sky's turning a very pale blue; it won't be long before the sun peeks out from behind the mountain that I'm facing now.

I try hard to keep my eyes open for the next couple of hours while I remain seated. Ugh, why is it that every time I feel strong I seem to collapse like I did last night? It certainly wasn't like that with Justin… Heaven knows how much I miss him. But I just can't let myself cry about him. Gosh, why is it so hard? I mean, he was loads younger than me but still… I sigh loudly. "Forget about it Rebekah!" I command myself. "He in't coming back."

It's true, I saw him die! But… did I see Flynn and Cruz die? I try to remember all the deaths I've seen. Yes, Justin offed Cruz and he fell at our feet dead. Then what's going on…? I let out a yawn.

I jump when I hear voices again.

"Would you leave me alone already?"

It's them!

I hide behind the rock I've been sitting on and try hard not to make a sound.

I hear a laugh. That's Cruz, so the annoyed voice must've been Flynn.

"No, I'm really a ghost who's come to haunt to before the Games," Cruz answers jokingly.

"Ha-ha," says Flynn sarcastically. "Seriously dude, leave me alone."

"Nah, I'm good."

I peak my head out and see them walk right past me.

Flynn turns to face Cruz. "What do you want?"

"I want to know what the heck's going on. I remember being shot and then everything went black. Next thing I know I'm in a hospital being cured. When I finally think I might be going home, BANG, I end up here again, beside you."

Flynn rolls his eyes. "Well, I remember Jasper pushing stabbing me in the leg with a knife and then I heard the cannon and got dragged off, like you."

"Wait, so… we're supposed to be dead?"

"I guess as far as these people know we are…"

What?

"But…we're not."

"No, we aren't."

"So…wanna team up…?"

"Holy crap, Cruz! For the millionth time no! Why are you so insistent on this?"

Oh my gosh it sounds like they're married or something! I try to stifle a laugh at the thought.

"Why are you so intent on rejecting me?"

"Okay one, that sounded wrong on so many levels and two, because as I said earlier I have a strict don't trust anyone policy I live by."

I stand up. "Then why don't you just kill him?" I ask.

Flynn jumps and looks at me with those strange yellow eyes of his. They narrow in confusion.

Cruz points at me. "How are you still alive."

Um…excuse me?

"What d'you mean 'how are you still alive'?"

"Well, I just thought you'd be one of the first to die…"

"For your information, my ally and I are the ones who "killed" you, unless you forget. And aren't you two supposed to be dead?"

"Dude, I know right?" Flynn adds.

"Shut up Flynn." Cruz commands him.

Flynn almost says something but obviously decides otherwise.

"No, I'm serious. I saw you die!" Now it's my turn to point at Cruz.

"What do you think the Gamemakers are up to?" Flynn asks me.

"I don't know…" I look at the sky. Clouds are starting to fill it.

"Well, I guess we should be on our way…" Flynn says. "I mean, I should be on my way."

He walks about a hundred meters before Cruz sprints after him. "Wait a second!"

Okay, now something definitely doesn't add up.

How is it possible for tributes to die and be thrust back into the Games?

I hear thunder, a storm's on its way. That's not a good sign…

I begin talking to myself again, "Okay so I have two options. I could look for shelter, or follow those two weirdoes and find out what's going on…"

I decide on the latter. Something is definitely rotten in Denmark. I'm not really sure why people say that, or what Denmark is…

I step very carefully as to not make any noise. If something is up, I'm definitely going to kill them. After all, they're officially in my way of winning.

I'm sick of being the sweet girl; Jasper killed Justin and who's to say everyone else won't try to kill me?

"I think she fell for it."

Jackpot!

"Yeah, it was really hard hiding out in this stupid forest you know?" That's Cruz…

"I know, and the whole cannon thing was really hard to simulate."

"Wait…"

"It's a good thing you're such a nerd," Cruz pokes Flynn's chest. "And were able to hack into the Gamemakers computer system."

"I didn't. I projected holographic pictures of us into the sky." Flynn rolls his eyes.

"How'd you sneak that kind of equipment in?"

Flynn smirks. "Who says I snuck it in?"

Cruz's eyes widen. "Someone sent you a package with that thing in it!"

Flynn nods. "Yeah, they sure did."

"Who…?"

"I have a…friend in the Capitol with access to this kind of stuff."

Holy crap! This is crazy…how'd they hide out for this long? Wait, but that means…

"Yo, Rebekah, what's that?" Justin points at something on the ground.

"Not sure, we'll just leave it there in case its someone else."

And then we passed that same spot and Justin pointed out that it was gone…

"So where is this…'advanced technology'?"

"I must've dropped it on accident. It was a gold chain with what looked like an acorn on it."

"Seemingly harmless…"

Whoa! This is…insane! How can…how did…?

I can't even think straight! I SAW CRUZ DIE!

"Hey, how did you manage to NOT die when that brat from District 2 shot you?"

Flynn asks Cruz.

Brat? He's two years younger than him.

"He missed. So if he didn't even shoot me, an arrow couldn't pierce any of my vital organs."

"Wow, you know your stuff…"

"Uh…yeah. I work with dead cows all day long."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Cruz smiles, "Whatever, I'm just really smart."

I'm about to stand up but someone puts their hand over my mouth and drags me out of ear shot.

"What the…?" I say when they release me.

"Shut up!" Jasper whispers to me. "They can still hear us if we aren't careful."

"Let. Go!" I say struggling to free myself.

"What, so you can kill me after I saved your life? Not likely"

I scoff. "You, save my life? Why…?" I ask her suspicious. "You hate me."

"Yeah, but as much as I hate you I don't want you killed by two pretty boys who've been hiding out for a while now."

"How long've you known?"

"That these two weasels are still alive? Shortly after you all ganged up against me."

"Okay…So two days?"

"Yeah, oh look, it's starting to rain."

"Yeah, well I'm leaving now…Thanks for um…saving my life?"

"Watch your back, I'll be killing you soon!" she glares at me.

Then what was the point of saving me from…whatever she was saving me from.

I just roll my eyes and spot a small cave, it isn't very obvious but I see it.

I enter it and sit down. I sigh and rest my head on a rock. It's cold in here but at least it's dry.

For a second I think I hear voices in the cave but realize they're outside. I hold my breath as they walk past. I have a pretty good idea who it is.

My brain still hasn't really been able to process how they got away with hiding all this time. It just doesn't make any sense!

My head starts hurting and I close my eyes. Maybe I'll at least get some sleep.

As I dream about Flynn drinking a substance form a tall thin can and growing wings something snaps in my brain.

I wake up with wide eyes. "He wasn't bleeding! When Justin shot him there wasn't any blood! That bastard!"

I stand up and poke my head out of the cave. It's stopped raining but everything's still wet. I suspect I was asleep for around two six hours. Six hours! Holy crap! That's way too much time! I've got to get a move on. Those two are trouble and I don't like the way they play.

Just as I'm about to step out of the cave I hear something like a rock falling against something else. That's when my head starts spinning and everything goes black.

Okay this chapter's weird, I started writing this idea then was like, "No, I'm going back and rewriting it!" but it's just been taking me so long to update lately and I thought it was an okay idea so I was like, "Screw it. It makes sense to me, so yeah I'll keep it"

Please ignore the weirdness of it *crawls under rock*

And you know what? I'm not gonna tell you if Rebekah's dead or alive MWAHAHAHAHA :D anyways I hope you liked this chapter :D