Chapter 26 - Posted on ( 4/22/16)

Primrose Everdeen

District 12 Victor of the 74th Hunger Games. 14 years old.

"You've got the words to change a nation,

But you're biting your tongue,

You've spent a lifetime stuck in silence,

Afraid you'll say something wrong."

Prim awoke peacefully in the king-sized bed of her Capitol suite. She wished she could somehow bring her mother and Katniss to where she was now. During the times she got to stay there, she always had the best sleep.

But the tranquil mood was quickly destroyed. She should've known that something bad was going to happen.

There was a note on her nightstand. To Primrose, was scrawled on the envelope. With a sinking heart, she had a gut feeling she knew exactly who had wrote it.

Opening up the envelope, she pulled out the piece of parchment on which the note was so delicately written on. Her brown eyes scanned it hastily. She was not a fast reader, but she zipped through the note in a few seconds.

Primrose Everdeen-

The access to my office has been closed, due to it being debauched by smog from the chemistry lab. We ask you to not visit those places. Please proceed with caution.

President Snow.

Prim whispered the fact she'd known for all the years she'd been mentoring. "There is no ventilation from the chemistry lab to his office."

The 14 year old changed from her pajamas to street clothes rapidly, and jammed her feet into a pair of black flats. She had to go see Lynx. Lynx would probably know what to do.

Primrose tied her long, blonde hair into a simple ponytail and left her quarters. Delia, Effie, and Lignite weren't up yet. That was good, so no one would question her absence.

While waiting for the elevator to come up, she thought about what she saw in her head. The envelope with the parchment was firmly clutched in her hand.

Either they didn't want her in the chemistry lab, President Snow's office, or both. But all Prim knew that it was just not possible. Why would they lie to everyone?

Primrose Everdeen wasn't brave, courageous, or adventurous. But if there was one thing she was, it would be that she was curious.

She would find out what this mystery was, and she would get to the bottom of it.

Lynx Maybelle

District 10 Victor of the 75th Hunger Games. 17 years old.

"Sometimes,

I swear it feels like it's me against the world,

Gotta get up and still fight,

Nothing's gonna stand in my way."

Lynx was quite the early bird. In fact, she couldn't even sleep at all. Having insomnia, she was up during most nights and rarely slept. Lynx considered having insomnia as a good thing. After the Victors' experiences in the Hunger Games, how could they sleep?

Last night Lynx was up watching old Hunger Games tapes. Out of curiosity, she had watched Haymitch Abernathy's. Everytime she was in the Capitol, she heard people talking about Haymitch's win. Prim, the Victor from District Twelve, had also informed her that Haymitch had gone missing. Watching the tape, Lynx had found the force field idea quite interesting, but no doubt he had to pay the price after that. Her motto was: "Nothing in life comes free."

She got up from her bedroom to the kitchen, fixing herself a breakfast. Lynx was hungry, as usual. She sat down at the counter and took a bite of her eggs, but she only managed to eat a little bit before there was a knock on the door.

The rebellious 17 year old sighed. Interrupted yet again, by the door. She walked over and wrenched it open. Whoever she was expecting, it wasn't Prim, standing there in an electric blue blouse and navy floral leggings. "Hello." Lynx said in an annoyed tone. She was hungry, for goodness sake. And when she was hungry, she didn't want anyone - or anything - to mess with her.

The 14 year old ignored her greeting and waved an envelope in the air. "Lynx, you have got to read this!"

Lynx didn't see what the deal was. So there was an envelope. No biggie. She accepted the envelope and pulled out a note that was inside of it. It was from President Snow, just saying that his office would be closed because of fumes from the chemistry lab. When she was done, she looked back up at Prim, and shook her head. "So?"

"There is no ventilation from the chemistry lab to his office." Prim repeated the words she had whispered to herself earlier.

Lynx looked suspicious. "Why would he lie, then?" Then she muttered, "I should've known we can't trust President Snow with anything."

"I don't know." Prim answered truthfully. "He's hiding something in his office or there. Don't you think we should find out?"

Lynx nodded slowly. "I guess. Should our tributes know about it?"

"No. Not until we're completely sure everything's okay."

Casey Taurus

District Ten Female. 18 years old.

"This tug of war can't go on anymore,

Nobody wins from this misery,
Free, well oh can't you see,
I wanna be, I want you to be, free."

What Lynx didn't know, was that Casey was quite the early bird as well. In addition to that, she had heard every word of their conversation. Everything from her mentor opening the note to saying there was no ventilation access somewhere.

And after she had heard that the tributes wouldn't know about it, Casey snapped. In the arena, it was a matter of life or death. She was bound to die anyway.

After all, Prim and Lynx were talking fairly loud. If Casey needed an alibi, she could blame it on that reasoning.

The 18 year old opened the door. "Tell us what?" She asked coolly.

The two mentors froze. Lynx spun around on her heel, and stormed over. Lynx opened her mouth, probably to scold Casey for listening in, but Prim nudged her. "We can tell her...right? We need all the help we can get."
Help? Casey thought. Then a second thought hit her: What am I getting myself into?

The 17 year old sighed. "Alright. If you say so." Then Lynx gestured to Casey. "Sit down. This might be a while."

Minutes later, Casey's brain was racing with information. In conclusion, President Snow was hiding something and lying to everyone. Prim and Lynx wanted to find out - but it wasn't going to be easy;

"And that's all we know." Prim summed everything up. "It's not much, but it's valuable information. Be sure to remember it, and don't tell anyone. We'll keep you updated."

Casey whispered, "Is there going to be a rebellion?"
Prim seemed caught off-guard by the question. "I-I'm not sure. As I said, we'll keep you updated."

The District Ten Female remembered previous Hunger Games, filled with blood, tears, and goriness. Then she imagined a much larger arena, with no bounds; the city of Panem. Lives would be lost, families broken, and homes razed.

The Capitol was in control of everything. And if they were about to do anything to the Districts, it would be up to them to stop it.

Song(s) Used -

Primrose Everdeen: "Read All About It, Part lll" (sung by Emeli Sande)

Lynx Maybelle: "Miss Understood" (sung by Sammy)

Casey Taurus: "Free" (sung by Haley Reinhart)

Here is a break from the tributes with a Capitol update. What do you think?

I don't know why I've been obsessed with Casey the past few chapters. Seriously.

Next will be interviews. It might be a little while, since I have to look at everyone's forms again.

It's almost the arena time! Won't that be amazing? I can't believe I'll be losing 23 P. to write for. All of your tributes are amazing. I hope you're okay with who I chose for the Victor.

May the odds be ever in your favor!