Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, unfortunately, Suzanne Collins does. Get used to it.

Sorry for taking so long to update, but now I am finally pulling my first all nighter, and I have time to update this story. I now know not to start so many stories.

I stare silently at the T.V. screen, and wonder just how this happened to me. A year ago, I was a normal, unnoticed girl who hunted in the woods with her best friend. Now I was in a snare, much like the ones Gale made each Sunday. And I couldn't do anything about it.

"Well sweetheart, let's recap and review how this all happened, and how you somehow made yourself a part of yet another disaster." Haymitch started us all off, and we sat down in three chairs around his now cleared off kitchen table.

"First, Barren came to district twelve as a capitol spy, to make sure to get into my house and find some piece of information. He then acted like a good friend, claiming that he was going to be helping us, and managed to weasel information off of Sae." I say, and Haymitch nods, as does the blonde next to me.

"Then, you woke up to call me, and heard Barren on the phone with President Snow, and heard their conversation of how they were spying on you, and that Barren is most definitely not your father. He wants to work his way up to assistant and Vice President of Panem, God help us all if he does, and to get there, he has to find something out about you and your family." Peeta finishes and Haymitch takes a long swig from his bottle. I notice that for once, this bottle is filled with water, and he is actually eating a sandwich.

"Well, I think that all we need to do is figure out what the motive for everything Barren is doing, and what he needs to find." Haymitch analyzes the situation as a mentor should, and for once, I am happy that I have the old drunk.

"And, why he looks so similar to my father. Though I suppose he could have had work done in the Capitol, I wouldn't be surprised if he did." I say thoughtfully, and Haymitch butts in before I have the time to say anything else.

"I doubt he had any work done, sweetheart. He doesn't look as fake as a Capitol citizen would. And believe me; I've been around them for a good twenty-four years. They have a more polished look 'bout 'em. I've seen that guy, and he looks real as real. Plus, he has that scar and all. That is a dead give away, because the Capitol would have fixed that up faster than he could get it, so I would assume he is District born, and somehow got into the Capitol, and began working for Snow." I look quizzically at him and ask,

"Is that even possible?"

"Do the math sweetheart, because I don't see you having a better explanation for all this crap you got us into." Haymitch says, and tips the bottle of water back. I assume that he did this because some of the left over alcohol in it, and the water just dulls whatever's left.

I sigh, and Peeta turns to me, a wondering expression on his face. "My dad knew about a pair of twins from the Seam, and they hated each other. He used to tell me stories about them, and how they would fight all the time. They might have been your dad, and Barren, though I doubt that's right because as far as I know, your dad doesn't have a twin. Does he?" Peeta questions and I think back, but find no memories of ever hearing about my father having a twin brother.

Haymitch rubs his eyes, trying to keep himself awake, and I don't blame him. "I was friends with your father, believe it or not sweetheart, kind of like you and that hunter kid. The one who keeps trying to get himself killed by hunting in the woods." I want to defend Gale, though I can't deny it. "He told me once over a bottle, now keep in mind this was after my games, and said that he felt that I was the only one who could be trusted. Apparently, your father had a twin that was raised in the exact same home, and in the same way, but he turned out…different."

I turn to him, "How different?"

Haymitch grunts and again tips the bottle back, pouring the liquid down his throat. "Just different, otherwise called psycho. Your dad said that his brother was constantly trying to figure out how to steal something, or get some extra food. At least, it started that way. Day after day, it got worse, and then finally, he robbed the bank at fourteen, and killed a few people in the process. He was instantly shipped off to the Capitol, and no one had heard or seen of him since. Sweetheart, your father tried to stop him from robbing the bank, though ended up hurting his brother when he saved some kids life. That story is part of the reason that I suspect Barren of being related to you, possibly the most annoying girl in the history of the world. But also, the scar was right down his face, on his left cheek." Haymitch ends his story, and I sink even farther into the chair.

Because I realized that Barren's long jagged scar ripped right down his left cheek, just like the twin in the story.

Mark POV

I race through the woods, and listen to my heart slamming in my ribs, hearing a Trent's pants behind me. It had taken a while, but we had managed to take some packs that had somehow survived the accident, and were now racing across the woods, past the lumber yards of District 7.

"Mark, we need to rest." Trent hisses, slowing his pace and despite my determination to see my children and wife again, my body yearns for food, water, and sleep.

"Of course, there's a river up there, and we'll stop to eat by it." We begin to hike upwards, and have to veer past the large lumber yards, and the occasional buzz of the electric fence.

In a few of minutes, we are drinking from a steadily flowing stream, and eat from packages of dry fruit. A rusted old axe is lying on the grass, across the water, and I wade through it, which I suppose could be considered the first bath I have taken in a long time. My pant legs are soaked as soon as I cross the river and back, while carrying the axe along with me. I sit on the bank of the river, and silently attempt to clean as much of the rust off the axe as I possibly can, and do get a good amount of it off.

Then I take it to a tall oak tree, and begin to hack into it. We are too far off to be heard from the district, and so I begin to but off limbs of the tree, getting ready to form them into a bow and some arrows. The arrows wouldn't be the sharpest, and it might be a little off, but it is better than having the pathetic knife or rusted axe that I barley knew how to use.

"Hey Mark, what's on your arm?" Mark asks me, and I look down, checking to see what my friend is talking about. I see a small red dot blinking furiously, and know that we are in deep trouble.

"A tracker! They put trackers on us Trent, and know that we're headed for twelve. They'll come after us, and put everyone else at risk. We need to make contact with District 13, and get our families to safety. But first, we need to ditch these trackers. I'll start." I say, and pick up the knife from where it lay on a tree stump. As soon as I do, Trent grabs my arm.

"No! Do you want to get yourself killed? They put the tracers by some major arteries, so that if we do try to get these out, we'll lose a lot of blood in the duration, and that will set our plan back about four days." Trent hisses, and I sigh, knowing that once again he is right, but I still know that we need to get these out.

"Fine." I say, but quickly add, "I am still going to do this, and you have it too, so get some bandages ready for us. This is going to take a while." And that was the beginning of a very painful day.

Katniss POV

As soon as I got back to my house after the broadcast, I am cornered by Barren.

"What do you want?" I growl, and for the first time since I have been with him, he seems nervous.

"Look, do you know about any plans for a rebellion that your father and a bunch of other miners started?" I shake my head slowly, wondering why Barren of all people would ask such a stupid question.

"No. Rebellion among the districts is strictly forbidden." I say, acting all innocent.

"Don't play that game Everdeen. I know that you and your family are hiding something from me and the Capitol, and I will find out what." He leans in real close to my ear, and as he utters final parting words to me, I realize that Haymitch was right. He is too real to have had surgery done. Barren is too evil to do that. "And remember this, Katniss Everdeen. I will be the one who kills your father when they catch him. I promise you that, and if you don't behave, I can easily do the same to your cousin and little sister. All it takes is one little thing, and everyone you ever cared about can, and will be gone in the blink of an eye." And then he is gone, leaving me with the most dreadful thoughts, which begin to kill any hope I ever had of getting out of Snow's sick twisted games.

I should have known that I may have taken too much on, and that mistake could be both the end of me, and more importantly, the people I have come to love in this world.

Okay, I really hoped you liked this chapter, and I will try to update as soon as I can. And I hope you all can forgive me for not updating for months and months.

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