Sorry about not posting last week...please enjoy this new chapter...special thanks to Norbertsmom for her excellent beta skills. I do not own the Hunger Games

Last time the rebellion was taking shape, the Peacekeepers are becoming tougher, there is a full out war between0 Corky, Mr. Mellark and Corky and Buttercup, Peeta met Katniss mother, Delly was grieving over the death of her mother & Gale was trying to make her happy. Oh Yeah...and there is a spy in the district, someone who knows everything and see's all...

Last night there had been another epic snowfall. Outside of Madge's window, the district looked frozen, like a winter wonderland. They were conserving heat. Her father was cutting down on the amount of fuel they used, so everyone was bundling up in the house.

Madge finished getting dressed up and opened the door. The hallways were quiet, but something in her gut told her something didn't seem right. She'd had this feeling for a while now. Everything was too still, to quiet for Madge's taste. Her gut told her not to become complacent. As a precaution, she'd advised Rye to warn Katniss and Gale to stay away from the reopened Hob.

Madge took her Romeo and Juliet book from class with her to the kitchen. It was early, but everyone in the house looked nervous like when the Peacekeepers came to visit.

Grasping her book closer to her chest, she thought about how appropriate the book was to these times. It was an old book written long before the dark days.

The Capitol used the book to preach its ideology and to reinforce its dominance. In the play, two teenager characters from rival homes fall in love. They try to stay together without their families finding out. They both die.

The Capitol used it as a precautionary tale, as a warning to what happened when you went against the establishment. Rebellion led to death. It's ironic that all of the members who play an active role in the story are of reaping age.

They used that quote "...From ancient grudge break to new mutiny; Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean…" To show the point how the districts' petty grudges grew to mutiny and civil war, and now the district's hands weren't clean. They were muddied by the atrocious acts against the Capitol.

Madge didn't see the book that way. She saw it as a romantic victory. They would rather die than to live without each other. They were willing to gamble, take a chance with death itself than to live in the oppressive world they found themselves in. It was inspirational. It's what prompted her to start the rebellion.

Purina was helping her train a handful of men. Rye had seen Thom sneaking into the Apothecary and came over, once he learned of what they were doing, he too joined. Madge paused as a staff member nearly ran her down.

She frowned. "Arabella," she called to her friend. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, but what I do know is that your father has been up since before sunrise."

"Thank you," Madge mouthed before she ran to Darius' office.

He wasn't present.

Madge found it strange. Tapping her fingernails against the book she decided to snoop around. His desk was immaculate. There were no papers, he had no files and no notebook. Frustrated, she was going to leave when she heard her father coming, so she sat at the desk and propped her legs up.

"Madge, what are you doing in Darius' office?"

Madge smiled brilliantly at her father. "Oh! Hi daddy, I needed a quiet space to read. I just walked by and saw this was empty and," she shrugged.

"Okay, when Darius comes in, tell him I am being called to the mining office."

"Okay, daddy." Madge smiled as her father walked out of the room. Her smile dropped. Madge wondered what in the world was going on. Her father was up since this morning and now he had to go down to the mines. Her father wasn't the brightest man in the world. He was a yes man who never bothered to ask questions.

He was sweet, but a dud. Madge was able to pull the wool over his eyes constantly, and if she did that, then she could only imagine what the Capitol did. If they were sending him to the mines then something was up and she was determined to find out what.

She waited a few moments then walked out of Darius' office and headed to her parents' bedroom. She slipped inside. Her father had an extra key card and keys to his office in the room.

Madge easily located the safe her father had. Without much preamble, she quietly opened the safe. Every once in a while the code would be changed and Madge had learned how to crack it.

With the keys and the card in hand, she quickly made her way to her father's office. Once inside the first thing she looked for was the code to get into the room. Finding it wasn't easy as her father wrote the code down on a piece of paper and crumpled it up so that it looked like rubbish. Madge searched the desk until she found it, "Finally."

Taking a small index card out she wrote the number quickly. She put the card inside of the book to help her remember the four-digit number. Her curiosity got the better of her. Madge started poking through the open files on her father's desk.

There were reports of incidents that happened in the district, the broken laws, and the punishments dispensed. Madge didn't like what she read, her father was coldly reporting on whippings, incarcerations, public floggings and all of the other things the Peacekeepers did to the citizens.

Madge's hands shook with rage.

How could he justify hurting the people who are poor, infirmed, and without hope? How could he face them on a daily basis? How could her father stand for these things? A whipping because a man had an egg he couldn't explain at the time of questioning. A girl beaten because she had a pair of gloves that were not considered legal. Tears formed in her blue eyes. Justice needed to be done for this.

District Twelve was the poorest of districts, why were the punishments so harsh?

Unable to read anymore, she pushed away from the desk. Madge wiped the tears that were falling from her face. As the Mayor's daughter, it wasn't easy for her to make friends as everyone always thought she was some sort of spy for the Capitol. But the fact was that she didn't like the injustices that she saw. Her father believed he was sheltered from a lot of things, that their family would be spared the full hand of the Capitol, but the brutality was everywhere.

This was wrong and it sat in her spirit like a bad piece of meat would sit in someone's stomach. It fueled her desire to somehow globalize her efforts.

Getting up, she burned on the inside of her being a bright intense light she couldn't stop. She saw a shadow and she ducked inside of a room that was for the servants to use. She saw Darius standing in front of the door. Sighing she opened the door.

Silently she crept over to him. " Want to go inside?"

Darius jumped up, yelping like a small girl. "Madge! What the hell?"

Madge smirked. "Well?"

"Yeah, but you and I both know you don't have the card?"

Madge produced it from her book.

"I don't even want to know how you got your father's card." Darius plucked it from her fingers. "I spoke to my friend. He has yet to give me a definitive answer, but I know the old coot, he's interested.

Madge sighed. "Are you sure he has the ability to talk to the other districts?"

"Trust me, he does...what's the code?"

"5897," Madge whispered, anxious to get inside the room. She didn't care that she wasn't supposed to be up here anymore, she walked with Darius into the room.

The wall of monitors on the right-hand side showed snow falling on the districts that were to the north, the only monitor that was blank was the one with the label District 13. Madge heart pounded as the pictures changed, showing different street scenes from different districts. Some were still in darkness, others had light to them. There was only a handful that had no snow.

"What is this?"

"These are the districts. That one right there," Darius point to the large dark screen on the wall, "is from the President's office."

Madge whistled. She glanced to the phone that connected her dad with the other mayors and a computer and printer. This knowledge could come in handy.

Darius' contact had to remain anonymous, but they had the ability to reach out to the other districts and connect with those who were also preparing to overthrow the Peacekeepers in their district.

Daris said they were encouraged by her call to actions speech.

"What the hell is that?" Darius walked closer to the monitor that was labeled District 12. All of the Peacekeepers were gathering by the train station.

They stood still in precise rows in the freezing cold, like robots waiting for a single command to attack.

If Darius, an ex-Peacekeeper didn't know what was going on then what she was witnessing on the screen made her heart drop to the floor and her skin prickle. "I don't know," she whispered.

Something was going to happen and whatever it was it wasn't going to be good.