Inspired by Genius and Insanity and A Marvelous Game bybballgirl32. Also Beyond All Boundaries byC. Montgomery Burns.

I don't own Hunger Games or any of it's characters.

When I was little I used to think that I had everything I ever wanted. That my life was perfect. The first time I realised that this world was not as perfect as I thought was when I was seven. The very first games I could remember were the 64th Hunger Games the year Cashmere won. I remember thinking that she was going to win the game because she was pretty and strong.

I was right she did win. What I thought was weird was that she had the same eyes as my Father. I mean not color wise just that they looked the same. It wasn't till a few months later that I discovered what the look was. I had a hard time sleeping so I was reading a 'big kid' book (Just a book with bigger words). It was around one'oclock in the morning when I heard the first sound. It was muffled so I couldn't hear it clearly so I got out of bed and snuck out trying to figure out where it was coming from. I stopped in front of my parents room where the screaming was coming from. I was shaking as I reached for the handle.

I would always remember my Father thrashing in the bed screaming, begging for help. How my Mother sat in her vanity chair looking anywhere but at him. What scared me the most was when he suddenly stopped. In between breaths he sat up and threw a knife at me. I stood still as the knife logged itself into the hallway leaving me with a cut on my cheek. The first thing that came to mind when I saw his hazel eyes was how broken and lifeless they looked. After what felt like hours I walked out of the room closing the door behind me and went back to bed. The next morning the knife was gone and both of my parents were smiling. That was the first time I ever faked a smile.

One year later my Father came home after a trip to the capitol. That was the first time I have ever seen him so angry and scared. A week later he pulls me out of school to tell me my Mother was in an 'accident'. We both knew that it wasn't an accident. I wouldn't know why until the rumors started to circulate.

A week after her death he puts me into the Academy. I went there from 6am to 8am. Then I go to school till 3pm and stay at the Academy till 7pm. That year I met Haymitch Abernathy, the man that won the Quarter Quell. Also known as the Drunk Scum to any civilian in District 1. To the Victors and myself he was my Uncle. The first time we met I threw knives at him and my father after I found them in the living room wasted when I got back from training.

From then on Uncle Mitch became a semi-present family member. It was common to see him at the house Nine months out of the year. The other three were for the games and his pity party afterward. I let both of them wallow for a month after the games because no matter what it looks like both men always cared and mourned the tributes they took to the capitol only to go back home alone.

When the 65th games were won by Finnick Odair, a very good looking tribute, my Father came home and drank himself to sleep. I was okay with this until Haymitch came over and started drinking with him. Which left me to clean up after them and cook for all of us. Every. Single. Day. I got fed up two weeks in.

Now we had just learned how to throw knives that month I was the best in class which meant that I was able to take some home as well as medicine for whenever I cut myself. When I got back home that day I was tired and irritated. So when they asked me what was for dinner in their drunk slur. I yelled that I was tired of their moping and if they didn't get up and start taking care of themselves I was going to stab them. Of course they didn't take me seriously. So I throw towels at them and before they can question it I throw two knives both landing in their thighs. After an hour where I let them curse and cry I clean up the wounds putting the slave on before making dinner. The next day both are at the table sober with a limp.

During that time my father would leave for a week every month to the capitol only to come back, sleep, drink, and shower for hours two days after before talking to Haymitch and going back to how things were before. No one commented on the bruises and scratch marks that littered his body each time.

I'm nine years old when the twins show up on the doorstep. It was a chilly day I just got done making breakfast for all of us when someone knocked on the door. I just forced my Father and Haymitch to take showers, shave, and wash their hair so I was a little irritable. I forced myself to grin when I opened the door to peace keepers. Without a word they barged inside setting down everything they were carrying in the living room before leaving closing the door behind them.

I was staring at the door in disbelief when a baby started to cry from the items that the peace keepers dropped off. Now I was nine and very very smart at that point in time I was reading books about the economy, history of the Games (The Games victors and how they won), survival guides, The Dark ages, Medicine (How to treat things. How to make some from scratch. Also what plants are poisonous or not), Most importantly I read about the human body. I knew someday I might have to go into the Hunger Games so I was going to be prepared. I also knew where babies come from and it definitely was not from a bird.

I found where the crying was coming from after digging for a bit. Inside two seat things that you can carry were two babies or twins, one boy and one girl judging from the blue and pink onesies they wore. After looking at them I realised that the boy had Dad's facial structure and dirty blond hair and the Girl had his hazel eyes and long lashes. After observing them I took both carriers up stairs coming back to grab the bags that were beside them.

I dig through the bags each holding the same things. Lucky for me there was an inventory list as well as explanations on what they were used for. After changing them I went downstairs to heat up some water to make them milk. It's when I look for their crib that I find the letter. It was white envelope with a blood red wax seal that had President Snow's crest on it. The thing I will never forget was the nasty aroma of blood and roses.

I walked into the dining room where my Dad and Haymitch were already eating. They spotted the letter before I could say anything. The sadness, hate, and fear that they looked at the letter with was the only thing I needed to know that whatever was in this letter was not a good thing. That I now knew who killed my mother.

Two weeks after the twins show up I lose my patients again. After they read that letter my Dad and Haymitch got worse they became babies themselves. After I woke up I went straight to Gloss and Cashmere's house. The siblings have known my Dad since they were in their games and I knew he was closer to them when they too had to go to the Capitol for a few weeks. So my little nine year old self walked up to their door at four in the morning ringing the doorbell till they answered. Before they could say anything I told them about how I now have two babies to take care of and how my Dad and Haymitch relapsed when they read a letter from Snow. That I can no longer take care of four babies by myself as well as train, go to school, and clean. How it would be a big help if they could kick their buts back into gear and babysit the twins while I'm away. How they will get meals for when they are over. Then I go on to say that I can no longer do the bare necessity letting them turn into lumps of fat and booze. I turned around stalking to my house before they could say anything.

For the next month both of them would come over and eat breakfast with me before Cashmere went to take care of the twins and Gloss dragged both of the bigger babies out of bed. From what I have heard around the district Gloss put both of the men through training from hell. When one of them had to leave the other was always there to take over. Without them saying so I also knew that giving them this task to do was helping them cope better with the aftermath of the games.

The 67th games come around. The twins are now one and my Dad and Haymitch are in top physical shape. They are both actually good looking so they both now look in their mid twenties compared to their thirty something years. Who knew a good diet and exercise can make you look so good. They no longer drink, the only time is after the Games. Gloss and Cashmere are usually always seen at the house putting the two big babies through hell.

It's when they are away that I noticed how my peers no longer try to hangout with me. How gazes of awe turned into jealousy. How I had rumors going around that I was a spoiled brat that got everything because I was a victor's kid. I admit back then even now those words still sting. So I no longer stood out. I started to act like the boys my age. No longer going to the library or bookstore instead I sent one of the others to go. I stopped being the best at everything and slowly started to favor the spear. Making stupid jokes and 'smiling' all the time. To everyone who wasn't my family Marvel was now an Idiot that only cared about himself and was only good at throwing spears. He told stupid jokes and never did anything without something in return.

To my family I woke up earlier and came home later so I could train more. I started to put my knowledge into practice making slaves and snuck out of the district to collect the ingredients. I started to copy how they walked at home and made sure I walked like the other people my age and size when I wasn't at home.

They knew what I was doing. I was creating a mask to wear when the time comes. Something that will take the pain instead of me. A person to hide my secrets behind so everyone will be surprised when it hits them. A shield to protect me till the time comes to discard it.

The first time I met Finnick Odair he was sitting in the dark in front of the TV watching a stupid capitol show. I mean I was ten and a half. At that time I was up and ready by three in the morning I prepared breakfast which was usually fruit and their choice of main dish. I would prepare everything and leave it for when they get up. It was a little unusual to see anyone up when I get food ready.

The Finnick that was in front of my TV was not the Victor or playboy. He was a broken sixteen year old haunted by his shadow. So I did what I did best. Force him to do what I want. I grabbed my duffle, put towels and some work out clothes in it. Tossing in a first aid kit, homemade protein bars, water bottles, shoes, socks, and underwear. Grabbing a thermos and putting some cinnamon hot chocolate inside. Before throwing it over my shoulder.

I remember walking over to him and holding my hand out. That has got to be the most embarrassing thing I have done till today but back then I didn't care. For the months that he was there I would drag him with me when I went to early practice and gave him homework to do while I went to school (let me tell you his vocabulary and writing was atrocious). He would join me on the weekends to my trips beyond the fence. His face the first time I faked getting electrocuted was priceless. I didn't have school or training on the weekends so I would study and experiment for part of the day then do my own training for the rest of the day.

Having Finnick around was like having a brother. I mean he was six years older but still he was fun to be around. He would teach me how to make knots, how to walk silently, and CPR. I would teach him to write, climb trees, and to fight with a sword. I liked not having to hold back in spars.

Speaking of spars when I was out getting groceries with Cashmere when we came back all of the others were in an all out brawl. Someone wanted to know who the strongest was so they decided to fight it out. Which started the monthly fights. I wasn't allowed to join till I was fifteen but the competition helped a lot with practicing healing.

I was fourteen when Rosie showed up. Just like when Brady and Chloe were dropped off Rosie was brought to us by a peacekeeper along with one of the wretched white envelopes. It only made me angry when I saw all of the people I considered family pail and looked the same way my Dad and Uncle Mitch had when they saw the first one.

I was not as naive as I was when I was seven. I knew then looking at the shadows that passed over my families faces that no one actually won the Hunger Games that no one will ever stop being Snow's pawn. He will continue to control everything and nothing short of a rebellion will change that.

I once looked at the world through Rose Tinted Glass. It was perfect. Now the glass has shattered and I have nothing to shield me from how dark and screwed up the world I live in is. But I will no longer stand by and let it stay this way. I didn't know how until I saw a fiery goddess riding through the Capitol setting all of it on fire.

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