Hey guys, sorry this took so long. I've been INSANELY busy with junior year, so updates might come a little more slowly now. A lot of you didn't get what was going on in the last chapter, with Katniss being pregnant, so I've decided to explain it here. My theory is that Katniss and Peeta went all the way the night before they went into the Quell. I believe this because this was the one time they shared a bed SC DIDN'T specify that nothing happened. Just the way the passage was worded made me feel like something happened she didn't tell us about. So, hopefully that'll clear things up.

This is a lot different than my previous drabbles, because this character does not exist in the books and has never met Katniss. She doesn't really know Katniss's real personality, so the way she imagines Katniss to be is pretty OOC. This was really interesting to write, and I hope you all enjoy it. I'm not sure who I'm going to do next, though I still haven't done Effie or Madge. If you have a preference for who goes first, just mention it in your review. I'm also wondering if anyone would be interested in reading a drabble about Finnick or Mags, or one of the other new characters introduced in Catching Fire. If you are, just mention that in your review, too! Anyway, thank you for all the great reviews, and I hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.

My name is Justina Antonia Amalthea. My father is Justinian Gaius Amalthea, and my mother is of the Lutatia family. I am the heir to the considerable fortunes of both these families, and I don't know what I'm going to do with my money yet. This is important, because even though I'm not smart or politically powerful, I'm rich. Money can buy armies. Money can buy weapons. Money can win wars.

This is all so horrible, I can hardly stomach it. The pre-footage of this year's Games, the Quarter Quell, is, by far, the worst I've ever seen. If you can even call this atrocity a 'Game.' I think that 'torture' would be more appropriate.

These Reapings are painful to watch. So many of the victors have been addled and deformed by drug or drink, succumbed to memories of the Games, or have even just gotten old. They have no chance. Even the strong victors, the sane ones, are heartbreaking to see walk across the stage they thought they were free of forever. And the few who are excited to be back in the Games again-well, I don't even need to say anything about their sanity. I clutch to Aulus, occasionally burying my face in his shoulder when a particularly tragic victor makes their way across the stage. The elderly woman from District Four. The morphling addicts from Six. The mother dragged from her children in Eight.

And when I hear Katniss Everdeen's name called, even though I knew it was going to happen, I feel like a weight has plummeted into my stomach. Not her. Anyone but her.

I have always been a fan of Katniss Everdeen's, if you want to call it that. Ever since her Reaping, a whole year ago, I have been oddly attached to her. I don't know why. We have nothing in common, except that we're both young women. And even then, I am a few years older than her.

For whatever reason, I was one of Katniss's primary sponsors in the arena. I helped pay for all of her gifts, but the sleep syrup was purchased entirely by me. It was expensive, yes, but what can I say? Her desperation at Peeta's plight appealed to me. She was a girl in love. Maybe that's what we have in common, I realize as I glance over at Aulus. We're both in love.

Before the 74th Hunger Games, I only paid the most minimal attention necessary to the Games. I never really liked them, or got into them, the way other people did. But for Katniss's Games…I was obsessed. I didn't go to work. I didn't go to parties. I didn't see my family. In fact, I had my living room turned into my bedroom, so I could watch the Games all night, if the urge struck.

So naturally, when she won, I was ecstatic. Who wasn't? It was a love story, the 74th Hunger Games, and everyone enjoys a good love story.
And on top of that, the day after Katniss's victory, Aulus proposed! I was so, so happy, because I love him, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And a wedding! I loved weddings! I could hardly wait to begin planning it.

Several months later, the wedding plans were going smoothly, but the only problem was, I had no dress. No matter how hard I worked to visualize it, the dress of my dreams, the gown that would clothe me as I entered the next phase of my life, I saw nothing.

Then, something incredible happened. Peeta and Katniss were going to get married! Of course, I knew exactly what to do then. I'd see what Katniss was going to wear, and have the same dress made for me! It was perfect. I knew that once Katniss and I have both walked down our respective aisles, we'll be happy forever.

And yet…things weren't working out that way. I'm not supposed to know this, but Aulus let it slip that there are rebellions in some of the districts. Rebellion! The idea was unthinkable. What possible reason would the districts have to rise up against us, the glorious Capitol?

That's what we've all been taught to think. But I started to wonder, somewhere deep down inside of me, if maybe they're right. We have taken their children away from them every year for the past seventy-four years. And while it's true that one is glorified and honored beyond their wildest dreams, the rest are all dead. How would I feel if, every year, I knew that one of my children could be ripped away from me and sent somewhere far away, possibly to die? And that there would be hordes of people, betting on these children's lives, and cheering when they die?
I would hate it. And even though I wish things could go back to the way they were, and Katniss and I could have our perfect weddings, I know that won't happen, now. Because they've contacted me. The rebels have, for better or for worse, drawn me into their war.

When I had my engagement ring from Aulus refitted-the band was too loose-I sent it to the best jewelers in the Capitol, since it was impossible to get things from District One anymore. The official reason they gave us was a large-scale power outage, closing down the factories, but the weariness in Aulus's face tells me otherwise. They too are rebelling. But what district wasn't, at that point?

Anyway, I eventually got my ring back, fitting perfectly, of course. I showed it to Aulus, who was delighted. But there was something else I didn't show him. When I took my ring off to shower, I set it down at my makeup station. Unknowingly, I had left my makeup lights on, and the ring was heated all through my shower. When I picked it up to put it back on, I noticed something strange on the surface of the diamond. Holding it up close to my face, I peered at it intently, trying to make out the shape. When I did, I dropped the ring with a start.

It was a mockingjay. White words blazed in a circle around the band, and the treason they spoke made me tremble. The time has come to choose your side. They had carved a mockingjay and a message-both of which could be considered emblems of the rebellion-into my engagement ring. Apparently they had somehow made it so that the markings only appeared when the ring had been heated away from the body, because as soon as I slid it back on, the markings faded almost instantly.

This made the rebellion more real to me than anything else. The rebels wanted me. Clearly, at least some of them were within the Capitol itself, and obviously they were more powerful than I had previously thought. They hoped that my riches and my fondness for Katniss would make me sympathize with them. And they were right.

Things were going to change, permanently, and I had to decide which side I would stand beside. I myself was of little importance, but my money could change the course of the war.

It was a hard choice. Should I stay with the existing order, however flawed I know it to be, simply because it's the strong one? Or should I take a chance, support the rebels, and perhaps help build a new world, a better one?

I didn't know. I really didn't. Instead, I focused on the details of my wedding, eagerly watching my beautiful, beautiful dress as they stitched it together. I tried not to think about its twin's owner, and the uncertain fate that awaited her.

The interviews. I dreaded watching them, this year more than ever. My poor, beautiful Katniss, knowing that within days, either she, the love of her life, or both of them will be dead.

Aulus and I sit side-by-side on our loveseat. He doesn't say anything, but holds me close as the program begins. I think he knows that now, there will be no comfort for me.

I manage to look anywhere but the television as the theme music plays, but when I hear Caesar Flickerman's voice, welcoming us to the program, I force my eyes to the screen. They do a long, sweeping shot of the tributes, sitting together on the stage. The sight of their familiar faces sends a thrill of horror through me, some more than others. The strong, like Brutus, the beautiful, like Cashmere, and the cruel, like Johanna, make me shiver in fear for my Katniss. What will they do to her?

I'm both eager and sickened by the prospect of seeing her again, but for some reason, the stops short of her. I crane my neck, as if this will somehow bring her into view, but for the next twenty-two interviews, they manage not to show her, until it is time for her interview.

As soon as the camera turns to show her, I see why.

She's wearing the dress. Her wedding dress.

My wedding dress.

Bile rises in my throat, and I'm running to the bathroom, vomiting uncontrollably with horror. Either she or her fiancé are going to die, and they've forced her to wear the dress that was supposed to be for the happiest day of her life for this morbid occasion. After all, I think bitterly, this is her last chance to wear it. After the Games, it would become either the garb of a widow or a funeral shroud.

Aulus crouches behind me, holding my hair back as I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. He's rubbing my back and saying something soothing, but I ignore him. Nothing he can do will make this go away.

I want to watch the rest of the interviews, but Aulus says no, I'm upset, I need some rest. He'll record them for me so I can watch them tomorrow, when I feel better. I 'm too…shocked? Horrified? Disgusted? Whatever it is, I'm too much of it to protest. I let Aulus tuck me into our bed, and even swallow the tiny glass of sleep syrup he presses into my hand.

The last thing that occurs to me as I drift off into sleep is the irony of the sleep syrup.

The lace neckline of my wedding gown inexplicably tightens itself around my throat, and I'm choking, gasping, desperately trying to suck air into my lungs. But it's not working. I'm dying.

The pressure on my throat is released for an instant, and I inhale, the oxygen tasting almost sweet. But then, there's something pressing up against me, pressing into my skin. The pearls! I look down, and I can see them vibrating slightly, and then they've pierced my skin. The pain is unbelievable, like being stabbed with a thousand needles all at once, and I'm screaming. Blood is pouring from countless tiny holes all over my body, staining the white fabric red.

We're walking in a straight line past the plain, lonely coffin. I clutch flowers in my hands, the tears running down my face dripping onto the petals. As I reach the coffin, I stare down at Katniss's unmoving face. It's still lovely, even in death. And she's in that dress…no bride would have been more beautiful.

I feel like I want to die. I could have prevented this. It didn't have to end this way.

"I'm so sorry, Katniss." I manage to choke out the words through my tears.

And then, her eyelids are fluttering open, and she's staring up at me with huge, hateful gray eyes. "Are you, Justina? Are you really? I don't think so. You could have saved me, and you didn't."

She sits up, grabbing two fistfuls of fabric, and I realize that I'm still wearing my wedding dress, the same one she is. I'm screaming hysterically. "No, no, no! Please, let me go! I tried, I tried! I would have saved you!"

She ignores me and continues to pull me down, down into the coffin with her. There are hands pushing me as well, and I see Aulus, helping shove me down. "Aulus! Don't let her get me! You know I'd do anything for her!"

He shakes his head. "Your fate has to be the same as hers now. You belong with her."

I roll out of bed, the sheets still tangled around my legs as my body hits the bed. I'm trying to run to the bathroom, but I'm shaking so hard, all I can do is crawl. Dragging my sheet with me, I stumble onto the slick tiles on my hands and knees. I turn on the faucets, full blast, then stagger over to the shower and turn that water on as well. When I'm absolutely sure any microphones will only be able to hear water, I bring my engagement ring up to my lips, and whisper, "I am on your side. You must keep Katniss and Peeta alive. If either of them dies-especially Katniss-, you won't see a cent from me. I will give you anything you need to keep them alive."

My name is Justina Antonia Amalthea. My father is Justinian Gaius Amalthea, and my mother is of the Lutatia family. I am the heir to the considerable fortunes of both these families, and I do know what I'm going to do with my money. Money can buy armies. Money can buy weapons. Money can win wars. Money can ensure that no other woman will ever have to suffer as much as Katniss has.

I am going to make sure that the rebels get every last cent they need to win this war.

I hope you all liked it!