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KATNISS POV:

I lay there. On the bed in my house. I just lay there, completely stunned at the change of events that had just happened. I am so scared. No, that's an understatement. I am completely mortified of the man living in my house. Mortified at what he might do to me and my family, he is working for the Capitol, and could come into anyone of the rooms my family slept in and slit their throats. And I could do nothing. Nothing at all. Never had I before felt so helpless. Not when I volunteered for Prim. Not when I was in the Capitol's evil clutches. Not even when Clove sat on top of me, brandishing a knife that nearly killed me. None of those times. All I had felt then was fear for myself, and worry for my family. Now I just sat sprawled across the comfy bed that provided no comfort what so ever, and tried to think of something I could do.

That's when the idea hit me.

BARRENS POV:

That stupid, stupid girl! First I knock her out and she makes a big deal out of it, and then she listens to my private phone conversation! But no matter for I just remembered her father in the Capitol with the other miners. Just sitting in a cold dark cell, waiting for the torture of the day to come, thinking over what they had done. I swore I would have my revenge, and so I did, but now I can have revenge on the family too. Chuckling as I walked back to my room, I thought of that one day when I had captured Mark Everdeen.

*Flash back *

I had just finished my rounds throughout the district woods, looking for escaped citizens. Carefully I picked my way through the woods by district 12, for today that was the districts wood check. So far I had seen nothing until I lifted away some long grass that looked over the lake, and saw a small hut that must have been here before the world was destroyed. Calmly I was about to walk right by, but I heard voices coming from the small hut. Quietly I snuck up to the one window placed on the side of the hut. Peering in, I saw a large group of men wearing hunting boots and jackets with jeans. They were all looking to one man that had his back to me. I recognized the hunch of the mans back and how everyone was looking at him with respect for a leader. Smirking, I brought out my small tape recorder and held it up to the window as I listed intently.

"We already sent a man to District 13 to speak with the rebels." Said the leader in a gruff voice.

"They agree to help us and all we need is to gather more forces from the district to go along with it. Then we can all move to the district and help defeat the Capitol." Other miners mumbled in agreement. The leader put a fist in his hand and stood up shouting. "We will be free of the Capitol and it's rule of The Hunger Games and so will our families, friends, and fellow district members." Shouts erupted from the other miners as the leader got them riled up.

"What if this plan fails?" asked a man with gray eyes and black hair, but was different from the other miners. "Our children's lives could be at stake. And Mark, don't shout so loud. Someone could still hear us."

Mark. The name twisted my insides out and I had to resist the urge to run in there and kill him. I listened more closely now and kept quiet, despite the rage that coursed through my body. I touched a hand to my cheek, feeling the long jagged scar that cut down my face from all those years ago.

" No one ever looks in the woods. Besides, Trent Hawthorne (A/N: another random name for Mr. Hawthorne.) I have put the rest of the directions in my little girls hands." This caused the miners to gasp and start shouting at what an idiot the man had been until he had held up one rough calloused hand.

" I know. Trust me, I know. Leaving our plans in the hands of a 12 year old is a stupid thing. But she doesn't know anything about it. I hid it in the Jacket that she loves and if this plan fails, well, she'll get that jacket." Continued the man but I had zoned out as I was processing the information the man had not known he had just told me. I missed a part but I guessed that it wasn't important because all he kept talking about was how stupid it was and that a little girl was their only hope to keep the uprising going and some jacket.

All I knew as I raced off back towards the hovercraft having gotten all the information I needed to tell president Snow was a few things. Finally I would have a wealthy life and be promoted. 2, was that I would gain the attention of the President and get what I wanted whenever I wanted in the Capitol. 3, As I looked back,I met the eyes of the person I vowed since I was 17 to have my revenge on. Something that would only be able to go away as soon as I knew his life was going to be made a living heck in the Capitol.

As I looked back, fog clouding around me, I looked into my twin's gray eyes and headed back to the hovercraft. Ready for revenge.

* End of Flash back *

3rd person POV:

Deep in the capitol

A figure sat hunched in his small cell as he had for the past five years, unless he was being beaten or tortured that is. Only one figure sat next to him, his best friend in which he had gotten into this mess.

"Mark, we won't survive much longer." rasped Trent Hawthorne to Mark Everdeen. Mark just smiled a strange smile, even though he was in the clutches of the people that were trying to kill him and his friend. What few other miners had been taken by the Capitol had already died in their cells. Not Mark and Trent of course.

" NO! We will not die in the Capitol. To much still stands to live for. Our families. Our home. Our rebellion." Said Mark softly. Trent was about ready to blow his top.

" That rebellion nearly got us killed! Mark there's no hope left. Gale, Prim, Posy, Vick, Rory, and Katniss could be dead by now! Evelyn and Hazel too. Give up Mark. They got us." Trent blew up, shouting in his companions face.

Mark just chuckled and whispered, " They don't have us. I still have hope and it should be enough to give you hope too."

Trent sighed, knowing his best friend had gone completely insane. It was impossible to escape the Capitol with absolutely no help from anyone else.

Carefully, and quietly, Mark removed a small piece of cloth, leather to be exact, and held it out to his cellmate. Trent took it, very cautiously, and examined it in the dim light that a single oil lamp lit in the hall way of musty cells.

" Katniss has the plans." whispered Trent quietly. Mark Everdeen nodded solemnly. A Peacekeeper came down the hall, boots clomping loudly in the silence that filled the other empty cells. The Peacekeeper stopped in front of the two men and their cell. He bent down to eye level and spoke quietly.
" Listen up district 12. Snow is going to have your son and your daughter," the Peacekeeper nodded first to Trent then at Mark, " brought here. So don't you dare think about anything stupid." finished the Peace keeper and handed out a ceramic dish no bigger than a fist filled with a pile of peas, two rolls, and a plastic cup of water. "Dinner" said the Peacekeeper.

Mark noticed that the man was from the seam, black hair and gray eyes.

His eyes met Trent's, and suddenly the dish clattered to the floor, sending peas all over and the shards spewing over the ground. Picking up the biggest shard he could find, Mark stabbed the man right over a pressure point in his neck and the man collapsed.

Heaving the man up, Trent and Mark found the keys to the cell and opened the door. Kicking the suit off the man, Mark slipped his now thinning body into the to big sit and boots. He pulled the helmet over his graying black hair, and whispered to Trent, " What do we do now?" Trent looked surprised and whispered something to his friend in a to big suit. Mark smiled under the helmet the peacekeeper once wore. Nodding his head, Mark found some rope and bound the man into the cell, locking the door behind him. Mark grabbed Trent's thin arm and carefully, but putting enough force into it, shoved the man down the hallway.

Any Peacekeeper they passed, Mark flashed an ID that had been found in one of the pockets of the suit. Soon enough, the men were wandering in hallways, trying to find one specific room. In 15 minutes they had reached the door and were opening the door to reveal a long row of shiny hovercrafts and a set of Peacekeepers, looking very annoyed and angry.

"What are you doing here?" Sneered a burly peacekeeper, holding out a gun. Mark was stunned but quickly thought up a lie,

" I am under orders from the President himself to drop this prisoner off in the woods to fend for himself." Mark said, thumping Trent with the gun in his hand on the back.

The burly Peacekeeper stepped forward and looked over Trent, and Trent kept his face concealed under his thinning long hair. He poked the tattered remains of cloth, held together by the thinnest strings of thread. Then he turned his head to Mark, Inspecting his peacekeepers suit and how baggy it was. Then, a little radio crackled to life, and the man averted his head to listen to orders.

TIME SKIP- 5-10 minutes

Mark sat at the controls of the hovercraft and raised the metal contraption to the sky, and pointed it towards district 12. Toward home.

However they didn't notice a small chip that was beeping silently on Trent Hawthorne's arm.

Cliffhanger

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