Tell me what it's like to merely exist?

No purpose driving you

No calling to assist

It's just you.

It's just an existence

Pine Heart, 23

Victor of the 25th Games

It's been an unusually cold winter here in District 5. There's been a lot of rain, and a lot of ice that's fallen on the ground. It's caused a lot of accidents on the road, and lots of people to not be able to show up for work. I've been doing what I can, but even a Victor has limits.

The Victor Village is pretty much what you'd imagine it to be, lonely. I was the only person that lived in it up until two years ago when Elena won her games. She was eighteen years old, and like me, no one saw her winning. She was too sweet, to forgiving, and is way too trusting. When she cracked the top 10 I thought for sure that she was a goner at the feast, but she pulled through.

"Pine?" she calls in the foyer of my house.

"I see you're still letting yourself in," I say with a chuckle.

She walks into the kitchen with a bright smile and walks over to me planting her lips on mine. She pulls away and then gives me a snarky look ."You like it when I let myself in. Then you don't have to get up."

She walks over to the stove that I had the soup I was making on it and lifts the spoon to her mouth. She makes a face that lets me know my cooking has not gotten any better and then tries to compose herself very quickly.

"Sweetheart," she says "I'll cook for now on."

"I thought I was so good at it," I say fake frowning, which earns a laugh from her.

I was a wreck after the 25th games. Everything back home reminded me of Curie. Everywhere I went I saw her. I wondered if she had walked the path I was on, ate at the restaurant I was at, bought clothes at the same store. At night when I would sleep was the only time I would get a break from her, but then I would see Eve in my dreams.

Sometimes she was in a good mood, and other times she was burned and scary looking. She had the same mindset in all of my dreams, though, that I'm the reason she is gone. I'm the reason that she is dead. And the sucky part was that I never could deny it because I was.

I pushed her into the fire. I watched in glee as she died because she killed Curie. I never thought I had it in me to kill someone, and that moment it's something that I'll regret for the rest of my life. Because of no matter the intent of why it happened, no good deed goes unpunished. Eve had so much to come home to. She had her freedom to look forward to. The Victory Tour allows you to see into their lives for a brief moment.

I didn't have anything to come home to. My family was in jail, my dad was executed when I cracked the top 8, and I didn't have friends. Who wants to hang out with the kid you voted into the Hunger Games?

Elena was a light in the darkness. I learned very quickly after my first year of mentoring that I couldn't get attached to this kids. They would always come with hope in their eyes and all leave in an impersonal wooden box. Elena, I just couldn't help myself. She was charming. She had a certain wit about her, a certain energy that just drew you in. She saved my life. She brought me out of a funk.

"That joke gets less funny the more you say it." she says coming and joining me at the kitchen table.

"The comments do too, babe," I say giving a sly smirk.

She rolls her eyes and then pauses. I can tell that something is wrong, I could almost feel the switch in her demeanor. I think the reason we are able to understand each other so well is because we are the only two in the district that has ever experienced what we experienced. She didn't kill anyone in her games, it was a pure stroke of luck that the boys from 1 and 2 accidentally wounded each other gravely at the same time. Seeing all that death, though, really brings out the worst in your ideals of humanity.

"I saw her again," she says

Elena had an ally in her time in the games, Patsy, she was from District 3 and was seventeen years old. She made it to the top 4 with Elena, but she was taken out by a mutt.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shakes her head and gets up from her chair and then pulls mine back. She sits down in my lap and buries her face into my neck and I wrap my arms around her. I run my hand up and down her back in a comforting motion when the television automatically turns on for an emergency broadcast. We get up from the table when we hear the Capitol anthem to go see what the buzz is about.

"Move over Panem, there is a new President in town. Say hello Katherine Farrow of District 1 and Victor of the 17th Hunger Games."

"Well, this is new." I say

But you'll come back

Each time you leave

Cause darling I'm a nightmare

Dressed like a daydream

Sailor Atkinson "MaryGrace Ellistar" , 23

Spy for "The Agency"

Elijah Delgadillo sits in a cafe on the outskirts of District 5. He takes casual sips of his tea as he looks around the room careful to observe every face that is in there. Because Elijah Delgadillo is a man on the run. He's a man that went rogue from the agency, and with the death of Jessica Walters, it makes him our number one target.

It honestly took me awhile to get used to this whole agent thing. It's been 6 years since the 25th games, and honestly, I still don't know what I'm doing fully. I'm useful, however, because people don't know my face. I'm presumed dead. So if someone happens to recognize me from the countless memorials my deadbeat dad televises on TV I just deny it and let people know she's dead. My name is MaryGrace Ellistar now.

If you really want to know what people think of you, go to your own funeral. Listen to their comments and watch their reactions. I had to lie in that coffin dead still for 4 hours in order to pass this whole thing off. Part of me thought that when they buried me they were never going to get me out, as a way to take care of me as the liability I thought I was, but sure enough, the agency came and got me.

My father was so fake. But that was another time and another life. MaryGrace's parents died in a fire, and to be honest, I prefer her life to my own.

I walk into the cafe and look around the room pretending I'm looking for someone. I pout as if my date hasn't arrived yet, and then go and sit at the coffee bar waiting for my nonexistent date. My bate worked, because less that five minutes later Elijah comes and sits next to me with a cheesy playboy smile on his face.

"A girl like you is way to pretty to sit around by herself." he says smiling at me.

I want to roll my eyes because this is the worst come on I've seen in awhile. I'd at least expect some bad boy allure to come off of him, but instead what I have is this. So I give him a small smirk and look in the other direction.

"And what do you know about a pretty girl like me?" I ask

"Well, I'm a handsome man." he begins. "I know quite a few things about pretty girls," he says as he turns my face back to facing his.

Everything in me in this moment makes me want to punch him in his balls, but everything in me is staying focused on this mission. I reach down and start to draw patterns on his knee with my finger. He probably thinks it's just a random design but I'm drawing handcuffs.

"I bet you do," I say with a chuckle

"Excuse me for being abrasive, " he says quickly. "But would you want to get out of here?"

Bingo, we have a winner.

"I thought you'd never ask," I say getting up from the barstool and walking out of the cafe. I grab him by the hand and lead him to the alley that Gretchen and I said we would pick him up at when I sealed the deal. When we get to the checkpoint I turn him around and put his lips to mine, and for the time that this happens I literally want to throw up.

I kiss him for enough time for him to let his guard down, and then I reach into my back pocket and pull out handcuffs. He pauses when he sees them and looks at me curiously.

"I just find this really hot," I say as I give him a pleading look.

He smirks down to the ground and then turns around places his hands behind his back. I try not to laugh as he just made this all the easier` as I cuff his hands. He begins to turn around expecting to kiss me again but is instead met with a sack cloth that goes over his head. He tries to run away but I stick my leg out and he falls onto the hard earth and I get on top of his back to sit on him. I place my knee in the middle of his spine and laugh.

"Dude if you weren't so thirsty you'd be a free man right now." I begin. "You know we can't arrest in public Elijah."

"I've never seen you before! I thought you were just a bar hopper!" he says angrily.

"What girl is that easy? If that's how you've been picking up your women, and it works, I might need to go disinfect my mouth with acid." I lift my communicator watch to my mouth and press the button that allows me to speak. "Kara I got him at the checkpoint."

"Roger that," says Kara as she descends from atop of the cafe that we were at.

Something about you

Makes me feel like a dangerous woman

Something about you

Makes me want to do things that I shouldn't

Gretchen Creek "Kara Castille", 22

Spy for "The Agency"

Elijah Delgadillo sits in an interrogation room while Sailor and I sit looking at him through a one-way mirror. She has brushed her teeth at least six times since being back in the agency, and honestly, I don't blame her. Even when he was one of us, Elijah was a sleazy guy. This is going to be a difficult interview because he knows so much about the way we do things. The loyalist to Snow is the most dangerous out of all of the double agent spies we have to intercept. Now, they have nothing to lose.

I walk into the interrogation room with a smile on my face. I sit down in front of Elijah and he gives me an eye-rolling chuckle. "I should have known you were the Kara she was talking to," he says with a stern look. "You always did have a way of making it into the most important of missions."

"Oh please," I say with a genuine laugh. "You're not that important, Elijah. Sorry to break your delicate ego, but I'm not here to coddle you. You needed to be taken down, and we finally found you. You're good, but we all screw up eventually." I say

"What made you find me."

"We were able to reactivate your watch," I say. "You really should have thrown that thing away."

"I can't," he says. "Too many memories."

"Well, your sentimental mindset is what got you caught," I say with a big smile.

He puts his tongue on the side of his cheek and then looks at me with his eyebrows raised. "So what happens next?"

"That's what I'm figuring out," I reply. "You're smart, Elijah. You know all of our tricks, all of our moves, heck you even invented some of them. You were a first generation recruit after all. I guess we can always go with good ole' fashion torture, but you seem to deserve more than that. However, I must admit I'd get a kick pulling your fingernails off one by one."

"That's enough, Kara," says Sailor as she walks into the door. Except right now she isn't Sailor. For her safety, she's MaryGrace right now. He might know my true identity and name, but all of the rogue agents do. She's new, and she's good at the job. She won't last much longer though if her name gets out.

"Ah, I was wondering when the good cop would show up," says Elijah with a smile. "Hey babe, long time no see." he puckers his lips and blows her a kiss which makes her roll her eyes in response.

"I'd rather drink acid then kiss you again." she says.

"You can call me a lot of things unknown agent, but a bad kisser is not one."

"You used too much tongue." She crosses to the other chair on my side of the table and sits down to face him. He is smiling at her and then stares back at me.

"How long have you two been partners?" he ask

"Hmmm, about, I'd say none of your damn business," I respond with a smile.

"You think you're so clever," he says his demeanor has changed, and he looks really angry

"Fine," I say, "Let's cut the crap. Tell us where the rest of the Bureau is at and where the headquarters is."

"We should have let you die in the games," he says as he leans his head back. "You were a waste of an agent. You can't see the boundary lines of doing what is necessary and realizing it isn't always the right thing. Sometimes you have to do bad. Sometimes you have to wipe out the filth before-"

The one-way mirror begins to project the Capitol symbol and the anthem is played. A dark haired woman who is very attractive appears on the screen. On the bottom of the screen are the words "Press Release".

"Hello, Citizens of Panem. My name is Katherine Farrow of District 1. I'm the Victor of the 17th Hunger Games, and now I am your new President."

A gasp fills the crowd as paparazzi snaps endless amounts of pictures and Elijah takes a sharp intake of breath. The woman named Katherine begins taking questions when the screen cuts off because it's not an emergency announcement anymore. Elijah looks at us calmly as he says his next words.

"She'll be dead in a few hours. That's the maximum," he says

"What makes you say that?" I ask confused

"We're everywhere. The Snows belong in power, and we won't rest until they are."

Because in the world full of cowards

Of liars

Of snakes

I'm not afraid to do what I have to make life fall into place

A Bureau Spy

For being the presidential mansion, it's a lot easier to break into than what it should be. Especially with a new leader you can never be too careful, this broad is all types of stupid. It's three in the morning, and everyone in this house is sound asleep. There is no overnight staff, and no security guards anywhere in sight.

I walk down the long main hallway where the bedrooms are when I hear a door crack open. I pull out my gun and fire and I hear it make contact with someone and a loud thud that follows. Two women emerge from their rooms flicking the lights on. One of them doesn't look to be older than 14, the other the target we were looking to kill.

A man with dirty blonde hair is on the ground with a bullet in his right shoulder. He is knocked out, and he's bleeding from his head. A picture from the wall is lying next to him on the ground.

"Daddy!" says the girl as she looks at me with a rage that no child should have in their eyes. She runs at me quickly and efficiently. I turn to fire at her, but the President throws the picture at me from where she is. It hits my hand with the gun, and I drop it to the ground. The little girl then kicks me in my knee and I hear a loud snap as I fall in anguish down to the floor.

"Who are you?!" says the child angrily as she gets on top of me and pushes my head into the ground.

"I am everyone," I say. "I am everyone you've ever met, everyone you've ever seen, everyone you've ever bought groceries from." I begin to laugh really hard as they flip me over to look at them, and with a bright smile and laughter still emerging I say, "You can't win. We are everywhere. We lurk in the shadows waiting for the right time to strike. Now that I've failed you've only given them the intel they need to know how to get you next time!" I say with tears running down my face from laughing so hard.

"You are not the President of this country, Katherine Farrow. We won't rest until all of you and your family are dead."

"You have no idea who you're messing with." she says firmly to me.

"Oh, but I do. Good night Katherine Farrow."

I reach down with my teeth and bite a hole in the suit where it holds a nightlock pill. Swallowing it I watch as the world goes black.

I should get two more prolog chapters out before the reapings start.

I'm not starting them until I get a full list of tributes though

So submit your tributes to me!

Keep it classy,

Caleb