Thank you for all the love for last weeks chapter, special thanks to Norbertsmom who is a rock star! I hope you enjoy this one. PS I don't own the Hunger Games

Dark skies are looming overhead...

Jackson stood outside of Delly's house, furious. His hot breath came out in quick puffs. A fine snow was falling outside. The cold didn't bother him. After his talk with Delly, he'd snuck into her back yard to check up on her. He saw through the window she and Gale were sound asleep on the sofa. He raged and vowed to keep an eye out for when the guy would leave. Gale eventually left but only to bring back his entire family. Jackson was revolted to think of Seam trash staying so close to him and his family.

There were many like him who didn't trust those who lived in the Seam. They blamed the Seam folk for all of the horrendous acts being committed by the Peacekeepers toward the Merchants. Jackson believed if the people of the Seam would quit violating the law, the Peacekeepers would leave them alone. Jackson had heard about the way the Peacekeepers manhandled Delly. While he was upset finding out she'd continued her friendship with Gale, he rationalized she had it coming. Merchants and Seam shouldn't mix; the Capitol made it clear.

He couldn't understand why she was so resilient to his advances. He noted the sweet smiles she exchanged with Gale, or the way her cheeks bloomed with color whenever Gale brushed her hair away from her face or touched her. Jackson wanted that for himself. He didn't want to share Delly with anyone else.

Jackson moved closer to peer in through the window. He held on to the windowsill as there was slippery ice beneath his feet. He wiped the ice off of the window. They were standing by the sink, washing dishes together. Gale was whispering to Delly. She threw her head back laughing. He could see the way her eyes sparkled. Gale's head dipped as if he was going to kiss Delly. Jackson gripped the window sill.

A loud screech startled him. Gale's baby sister Posy ran into the room. Jackson lost his balance on the ice and fell. Getting up, he looked left and right making sure no one had heard him fall. The crisis was averted as Gale now held his baby sister.

"Serves that bastard right," Jackson muttered.

It didn't matter because, in the end, she would be his. He was about to sneak out of her backyard when he noticed a shadow moving in the backyard near the wall that divided the cobblers and the old apothecary's. Walking up the embankment of snow he peered to the side to see a quickly moving shadow.

It was after curfew. No one should be out unless they were a Peacekeeper. It was hard to see in the dark as the apothecary did not have lights. Jackson carefully followed the shadow, then he heard a scraping sound. Suddenly the shadow disappeared. Not being one to give up easily Jackson looked about the ground on the newly fallen snow and saw the footprints disappeared into a wall. Puzzled, he searched the wall for some clue. How long he stood outside touching the wall he didn't know. However the snow increased, and he heard the scratchy sound of a Peacekeeper's radio.

Jackson jumped behind a pile of snow.

He sat there listening to the radio go off, the voice of the caller was not clear.

"Section Clear," the Peacekeeper said.

The radio sounded again and it sounded like they were to return to base as the weather was getting worse.

The small squad of Peacekeepers left, and indeed the snow began to fall harder. Jackson was starting to feel the effects of the cold. He rubbed his hands together before sticking them in his pocket. He was about to leave when he saw the wall swing open. Jackson blinked rapidly at the person emerging who was about his height and dressed in black. They walked over to a bush and pulled on a branch, making the wall closed shut. He was so focused in on the wall he didn't see when the shadowy creature left.

Curious, Jackson left his hiding spot and walked to the bush. He quickly pulled on the branches until he found the right one and the door swung open. Jackson peeked in and found it empty. There was a lever hanging out of the wall; he pushed it and the door closed. The room was small but it instantly heated. Before him was a telegraph machine used by the mining company. It was the responsibility of every person in Twelve to learn how to use the machine. Jackson sat at the desk and found papers and a book. Opening it he saw the codes and how to send messages to the Capitol.

Jackson sat back and realized there was a spy in District Twelve. He thought it was a fable, some wild tale his grandmother made up to make him go to bed early as a child. Yet here he was in the lair of the Citizen. They were informing the Capitol of the goings on in the district. No doubt they were behind what happened at the Hob.

Jackson sat back and thought about the implications, but as he thought about it, it occurred to him he didn't know who the Citizen was, but he knew the machine they were using, and if they could warn the Capitol about insurgents then so could he.

Grabbing a paper and pencil he began to carefully construct a message. He had to do it quickly as the weather was not his friend.

Outside the snow fell thicker. The Peacekeepers returned to their base near the train station. The Mayor was in the Justice Building tonight, a conference call between the Capitol, the district Mayors and the Head Peacekeeper in regards to the upcoming Hunger Games. Several Peacekeepers were in attendance, including Cray. Even though he was dismissed, he was still the highest ranking Capitol officer in the District.

"Madge," Arabella said knocking on the door.

"Is mother okay?"

"She somehow got a hold of one of your father's reserve liquors and barricaded herself in the bathroom and drank herself into oblivion."

Madge shook her head. Her mother was always doing things like this. She was glad Arabella was here to take care of her mom. With all of the things going on in the district her mother's drinking had gotten worse.

"Don't worry your mother is sound asleep in her bed." Arabella smiled.

"Thank you." Madge glanced at the book.

"Almost everyone is down for the night." Arabella cleared her throat and smiled but nodded her head toward the hall letting Madge know she would be the lookout for them just in case her father returned early.

"Good night Arabella."

With her father away in a planning committee Madge thought it was a perfect night to do some snooping. Madge read from her Romeo and Juliet book in her room waiting. The snow outside was falling thicker and she worried there wouldn't be enough in attendance. Madge paced in her room. She'd been busy, trying to gather recruits in the district. Getting the Miners on board wasn't a hard thing. They were tired of the cold, and tired of being treated like crap.

She and Darius had gotten in contact with other districts who were suffering the same conditions. They were hungry, cold and abused. It was like a powder keg ready to blow and all everyone needed was a match to light the flame. Madge was ready to light it, but she had to do it at the right time, especially since she needed to unite her own district.

Getting the Merchants proved to be much harder. She had a few, like Rye who was tired of all of the abuses. She slowly slid out into the hallway to find Darius waiting for her.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Together they moved stealthily through the darkened corridors until they were upstairs. They first walked into the office.

"I can't believe you convinced your father to allow me to stay here with my family," Darius said as they crept into the room.

"Yeah, that was easy," Madge commented. "He needs you."

It was getting later and her father had not arrived yet to come home from the meeting.

Madge had that feeling in her gut like on the day the Hob was destroyed. She knew something was going on. It's why she and Darius were dressed in body diffusing suits. Cameras and heat sensors wouldn't pick up on them.

"So you get these gut feelings huh?"

"Yeah, and every time I do, something horrendous happens. I need to find the code and I need to know what the hell my father is working on," she said while rifling through his desk.

"What about the room," Darius said.

"I've got the code," Madge said triumphantly, handing the paper to Darius. She was looking at the files. She loved her father but couldn't abide by what he was doing. If her father had to be taken from power then so be it. She didn't need the expensive dresses or the wealth. A free Panem is what she wanted.

"Look at this," Madge said, showing Darius a report she found.

"What is it?" Darius asked.

"The snow has reached the southern districts. Crops are dying." Madge breathed, sitting back.

"We need to tell people to conserve what they have. I bet the Capitol will soon stop sending supplies so that it can keep the food rations for their own."

"Yeah," Madge stood from the chair. "Let's go to the room."

With the code, they made their way into the room. Once inside Madge found that the report was correct; it was snowing in nearly all of the districts. It was as she stood there that the District 13 monitor began flashing. It stopped then began again.

"What the heck?"

Madge watched it as it flashed in sequences over and over again.

"Is District 13 alive?"

"It's Morse code," Madge breathed.

"Morse code, what the hell is that?"

"It's an old way of communicating; they teach it to us in mining class. If something goes wrong in the mines and there are survivors they can tap on tubes that lead to the surface as a way of telling people their location and that they are alive."

"So district thirteen is alive?"

"No this isn't coming from Thirteen. This is coming from our district."

Darius glanced at her incredulously. "How do you know that?"

"Because it's saying," Madge quickly translated, "stop agitator Gale Hawthorne."

"But Gale isn't part of us?"

"I know and whoever is sending it is going to have him killed."

"It might be the spy," Darius whispered.

Now it was Madge's turn to level a look on Darius.

"In every district there are spies. This district, because it's so small there might only be one. In say District Eleven, because it's so large there might be multiple spies planted sometime after President Snow came into power to keep an eye on the districts."

Madge couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Like the cameras aren't enough." She shook her head, "Let's get out of here, we're going to be late."

They snuck out of the room and quickly put on their snow gear. They snuck outside to the meeting point. "So we don't know who it is?"

"Well, we know this much: whoever it is doesn't know about us or they would be sending signals about us to their contact."

Her job just got more difficult. "So we have to be careful how we share information and with whom. Now come on let's hurry. The snow is getting worse and we want to make sure everyone gets home safely."

"Madge, let me do the talking tonight," Darius said. "I need you to be invisible."

"Okay," Madge nodded as she spotted Rye waiting for them.

"I only got a few guys, most of my friends, and few others who the Peacekeepers have been harassing."

Madge saw people she knew, including Delly's father. She did what Darius suggested; she hung back and didn't bother removing her things as she needed to stay hidden.

"My name is Darius, and this is the rebellion. We're here because all of us have been affected some way or another by the Capitol. I'm not asking you to go out and beat up on of them, but I think we do need to be organized should they try something."

"We got no weapons," someone in the crowd said.

"Don't worry about weapons. We're going to have them on the day we need them, but if you want for things to change then I'm committed to helping you. I've got a family too, a little one that I just don't want to see go through the reaping or die of the cold or hunger."

A woman from the crowd asked, "What do we do in the meantime?"

"Harder days are coming and we need to conserve as much as we can, because you know the Capitol don't give a damn about us."

A murmur spread throughout the small group.

"What about the Seam are they going to help us?"

Darius looked in the direction of the person who spoke they were hiding in the background disguising their voice. "The first thing you need to do is stop thinking about them versus us. To the Capitol, you're a hick from the outlying district. The rebels from the Seam are committed and have been training for a while now."

This seemed to shock a lot of people. "He's right," Rye spoke up. "There isn't 'a they' anymore. We're all starving. All of us are cold, it's us."

"The kid is right." Haymitch Abernathy came out of hiding. "We have to remember who the enemy is, and the enemy is not the people in our district, its Snow."

"Look, the weather outside is getting worse, I suggest you go home," Darius said, "and if you're committed then we'll meet again."

Everyone left except for Darius, Rye, Haymitch, and Madge. "Haymitch," Darius said, "Glad you could come."

Haymitch took a drink from his flask. "So you're the Mockingjay?"

"The what?" Madge frowned.

"It's what the other districts are calling you. It was your aunt's token in the games."

"Oh," Madge nodded. She blushed under Rye's stare. She cleared her throat. "So what do you think?"

"If we can all rebel at one time then we can be free," Haymitch said. "The last rebellion we weren't as united."

Rye said, "I've been helping recruit and showing wrestling moves."

"Good, I've got fighters." Haymitch then looked. "Go home, if they want to fight they'll find us."

Darius rubbed his hands together. "Haymitch, you must know what's going on in the districts then, with this cold."

"This weather is unnatural, almost like an experiment gone wrong and the entire nation is paying for it." Haymitch took out his flask and took a deep swig.

"Haymitch we've got a spy in the district."

Haymitch cracked a laugh, as he walked away. "I could have told you that. If you want to know more about your spy, you should talk to the Everdeens. Lavender has fantastic stories that would put hair on your chest."

Madge frowned. Haymitch looked like he couldn't walk, but yet his mind was agile.

"We've got to get going. You need to be home before your father finds you missing," Darius said.

Madge nodded but she made a note to have a chat with Mrs. Everdeen. She might have information that was vital to finding out who the spy was. As they stepped outside the snow had gotten worse but it was a small price to pay for liberty.