A/N-Little time jump here^^
District Eleven had been a desater. Of course...what had happened hat been great for the rebellion but it was unfair what happened to the people after Katniss spoke and the man had whistled the mocking jay melody and lifted up his fingers. The other districts had not been less couragous. It was obvious that all of them were ready to fight. They wouldn't take the capitols lies for much longer. Or the hunger games... I looked over at Cinna who was talking to Plutarch. It seemed like just two people who were involved in the games chatting about this years attraction. I knew there was more behind their little conversation though. This year would be another quarter quell. I wondered how my dad was doing now that that was approaching. He'd definatly be THE attraction here in the capitol this year. I really missed Haymitch. When my mother told me the truth I wouldn't belive it at first. But now...Haymitch had visited us everytime he came back to the capitol. And everytime he'd spent a lot of time with me. More than the person whom I was told was my dad did. Gorgen Wellsbee. One of the Senators of the Capitol and huge fan of the hunger games. Every year he would help to organize everything. That was definatly more intresting than the daugther he had. Or the wife that was waiting at home. My mother was a good person. I never understood why she'd stay with a man like him. She was very down to earth for a capitol lady. Never would she wear real fancy dresses or huge accesories. Maybe that was the reason i used to be the „odd" one when I was younger. I smiled at that thought. Maybe she didn't want to dissapoint Haymitch...or maybe...ugh i had to stop brooding about all this. Fact was that Haymitch Abernathy was my father. That I was from District twelve. That I had known my father my whole life without knowing that he actually cared me. And that my name should have been in the reaping bowl every single year from my twelfth till my eighteenth birthday. It made me feel like a cheater. A coward. I shook my head. I didn't want to think about it again.
My thoughts wandered back to the quarter quell. I wondered what kind of horrible punishment the capitol would figure out this year.
Cinna and Plutarch shook hands and parted. I stood up from the bank i was sitting on and approached Cinna. His looks were strained as he walked towards me. „Cinn?" I bit my lip. His expression didn't give me a single clue about how their little conversation went. „Cinn, what did he" „Not here." He hissed, grabbed my hand started walking towards his appartment. „are you ok?" I gently squeezed his hand. My next thought was to slap myself. Really?! Are you ok?! Of course not.. he wouldn't be this stiff if he was. But i had to be patient for now.
When he turned the key in his door and closed it behind us I couldn't hold on any longer „Did he know what they'll do this year? Did he tell you? Cinna what's going on?" He let himself fall on the couch, resting his head on his fists. „He doesn't know. He is the head gamemaker this year and HE doesn't know. We need some more information. Ugh. I mean he said that he thinks it's going to be something like the tributes have to choose one more person from their district to go with them. But he is not sure." I rested my hands on his knees, kneeling down in front of him. „We will be able to figure everything out Cin." „we'll know by next week." „what?" „the reaping is next week. Its so soon. And i know that this year is not going to be safe for Katniss. Not after what happened during the tour." „you're right. But this year is going to be diffrent. Not only because it's a quarter quell. We both know that." I lifted his chin up a little. „we don't even know if its true...what if Plutarch is a double agent? What if...i don't even want to think about that." „since when are you a doubter, huh?" I smiled trying to get his spirits back up. „i know, I know...you#re right. Sometimes it just seems...weird you know?" „I know..." I kissed him.
-a week later-
„I am proud to announce this years QUARTER QUELL." President snows voice cut through the excited, tense silence of the crowd of people as he pulled a little yellow envelope out of his jacket. „we honor our third quarter quell on the 75th anniversary. as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the capitol, the tributes will reaped from their excisting pool of victors!" No. Taht was my only thought. I expected everything but that. I turned to look at cinna. His expression was emotionless. I thought about Katniss. About peeta. And about my dad. My father. no. No no no. I just found out about him they couldn't put him back into the arena. They couldn't put anyone back in there! The crowd on the TV was cheering. Excitement everywhere. I felt numb. My father was a victor. What if he was reaped. NO. Katniss was my friend. She was the only female victor in twelve. She would be forced to go back. I felt tears in my ice but i fought them back. I didn't deserve to cry. I was fine off. I was a capitolant. The selfhatred that grew in myself right now was tremendous. I was disgusted just by the thought. I shrugged when I felt something in my hand. Cinna crossed his fingers with mine as if he could read my mind. His eyes were still on the monitor and his face was still showing no expression but he pressed my hand thight. I knew he'd fight just as i knew that I would. I just didn't know how.