This chapter is kind of short, but it's really only the interviews and an introduction to the training. I hope you like it. Later.

Sincerely,

wisegirlindisguise

The square outside of the President's mansion was now officially converted to a normal citizen's death trap. Katniss looked onto the square from a window in the mansion cursing herself for not guessing this would happen. The people were going to watch and see what Markkus had forced them into and blame it all on Katniss. He played nice, but Katniss was almost positive of his intention. He would stomp her out like a cigarette before she could do anything to hurt his precious pride and blame him for trying to conform Panem back to what it used to be. So, he would pin it all of the Mockingjay herself.

Citizen gathered around the square looking at the targets and the different stations as if they were all completely foreign objects. It mocked the stupidity and ignorance of Markuss' people. Target were set up for archery and there was a camoflauge station that Katniss had somewhat fond memories of. They would've been fond if her husband was there to share them with her, but he was gone for now.

Katniss turned away from the window and walked back to her room. Once she was in she slammed the door to make the Peace Keepers jump right outside the door. Prim was sitting on their bed slowly moving the mockingjay pin in her hand. She had been obsessed with the thing just looking at desperately as if it were magic and take it all away. If she could wish upon it she would be back home at her's and Ash's place letting him back her up against a wall and kiss her like he meant it like he always did. She just wanted some normalcy.

"Damn it all!" Leera shouted as soon as the door opened she jabbed one of the card with the end of a make up brush and he turned on her glaring for a moment and then smiling. "Accident," she purred and winked at him before she slammed the door to the room with her foot. "With all goodness I love that man, but there doesn't seem to be much of that goodness in the world anymore." Katniss knew that was pointed at her and sunk into a lounge chair in defeat. "Prim, you look friggin gorgeous as always. Can I help you out for the interviews later today?" Katniss looked up at Leera who was happily spinning an eyeliner pencil between her fingers.

"They're later today?" Prim asked looking up suddenly worried.

"No worries Prim you'll pull it off." Leera didn't look one bit worried as she vanished into the bathroom to make the setting for the shower.

Prim looked at Katniss for a moment wishing her mother would lift her head from her hands. It seemed at this point that Prim should've been more important than her mother at this point. Somewhere in the back her mind though she knew no one really cared about Prim unless they were sympathizing her because her mother's stupid choice and how Prim never had a chance. Her mom cared though which was why she continued to cry and wasn't able to sleep. They were targeting Katniss not Prim and Prim was slowly starting to realize that which compelled her to rise from the bed and get into the shower without trying to converse with her mother.

Leera came out crossing her arms over her chest. "Why?" Leera asked and Katniss looked up at her shaking her head. "You're gonna offer up that sweet girl to this when you barely survived it. You've had to go through this twice Katniss! Are you insane?"

"Leera, I said yes to this more than twenty five years ago and I answered the question when Coin was in power. Coin asked me that question," Katniss looked at Leera desperately and realization seemed to hit the stylist.

"Then you killed Coin."

"Then I killed Coin..." Katniss looked down at her hand that were toughened by scars that she earned back by purposefully spending too much time in the woods. "I never wanted this for Prim or Gavin," Katniss muttered. "They had just killed my sister. I-I didn't know what to do anymore. I wasn't the deciding vote either." Katniss snapped her last sentence slamming her hands against the arm rests. "Haymitch sided with me because he knew me. He knew that if I did that then I would see how wrong I was and then I would kill Coin because she was going to be just as bad as Snow she just wanted the rolls reversed; she wanted to be the one enjoying death."

There was a pregnant silence after that where Katniss could only cry and Leera just watched her. Leera's whole entrance had been a show to guilt Katniss into answering her question about her choice. With the answers she got she wasn't sure what to do anymore. She looked at the garment bags as her helpers walked in biting her bottom lip quietly. She looked to Katniss against and smiled.

"Prim is gonna make another message to the people of Panem," Leera told Katniss as she sat down next to the past victor.

"What message is that?" Katniss asked looking at Leera with a small smile as if she wasn't sure exactly if she wanted to hear the answer.

Leera only smirked.

Katniss hugged Prim careful not to smudge all the work Leera and her team had done. "You've got this Baby. I love you," Katniss smiled with tears still rimming her eyes though she promised Leera she wouldn't cry so that she would ruin her eyeliner. Katniss was in a simple sweater dress by Leera said that it made a point that the focus wasn't supposed to be on her. It was supposed to be on Prim who was about to walk on stage.

Leera came out of nowhere hurrying along the goodbye and then getting in Prim's face. She used a series of waves of her arms moving like lightning and removing pins letting the perfected curls fall down around her. Then with the swiftness of a striking cobra she had the hair up into a ponytail leaving a bit of bangs to hand down across her forehead and over one of her eyes. Her eyes had a dark daring look to them as she lifted one corner of her lips to smile with this deathly sultry look to her posture.

The stylist squealed in delight and handed a jacket to Prim for her to put on. She pulled it on and smiled as Leera squealed again with utter delight at her creation. She fixed the collar of the jacket and then slide a pair of glasses onto Prim's face. "Remember what we're going for here Prim. You're a bad ass and you're ready to fight. Only person you want to listen to is Lucas and the host." Leera chuckled as if she had a funny thought and then shook her head. "Don't take the sunglasses off until you sit down to talk to Liema. She's uh, she's gonna make it hard to keep a straight face, but try as hard as you can." Prim nodded. "Good girl. 'Kay, knock em' out Prim. I'll be watching in the crowd." Leera grabbed Katniss and the two of them hurried out to get seat quickly.

The Panem anthem began and all the tributes headed out on stage. They clapped respectfully in the crowd until Prim and Lucas walked out onto the stage. Lucas was dressed quite similar to what old rebel soldiers would wear with just a little more class to the look, but the resemblance was inevitable. He had on a pair of aviator sunglasses just like Prim, but they couldn't see Prim yet. The applause picked back up with the District Three group.

It carried on until Prim entered and the alliance when then confirmed between Lucas Hawthorne and Primrose Mellark. Prim had the same mirrored aviator sunglasses on, but she was in a skintight army green dress that reached her mid thigh. The large aviator jacket hid the fact that the dress was only a tank top. She wore combat boots that went up to her knee laces all the way up. Prim walked to her seat with her hands shoved into her pockets. When she passed by the District Three she heard the boy saw "Holy shit," and as she got past him she heard him continue, "she's hot." Prim just smirked.

When she sat down she looked around at the crowd and then at the screen. The cameras were fixed on her and when it switched shots it was on Lucas. The main focus was the matching glass especially the fact that whenever they moved their head just slightly you could see the mockingjay in the lenses. The same pin was fastened to the collar of the jacket Prim was wearing. Yes, they had gotten the attention with just their outfits. The one side of her mouth lifted into a smirked. The camera, wherever it was, zoomed in on her face

"Welcome!" Everyone's attention turned to the woman walking on stage with bright green hair. She had on a bright yellow sundress and had the most fake looking silver eyes Prim had ever seen on a capitalist. Her lips, though clearly green, had a sheen of gold to them that shone under the light of the afternoon. "I'm Liema Lite!" Prim almost chuckled at the name. Made for the spotlight. "We're here for the beloved interviews!" No cheer erupted so Liema began to call out the name of the First District Tributes.

Prim did as she was told not listening to any of the questions. She barely even looked at the tribute who had now captured the camera with her pretty face. Liema was bubbly talking enthusiastically to the crowd and the tribute as if it were the sunniest day on the coolest of spring afternoons. It was actually pretty cold and Prim seemed to be burying her hands deep into her jacket pockets. She waited patiently until Lucas was called up. He stood from his stool and slowly went to the chair parallel to Liema.

"Lucas Hawthorne! I'm sure you've seen your share of time on screen because of your father's position over in District Two! Just think of this as more people! So, those sunglasses seemed to be the chatter of the public. Have you created a definite alliance with the Mockingjay's daughter?" Her voice was layered in so many ways it wold have confused to greatest of minds. It was how she asked if he was in an alliance with Prim. Alliance: She asked if it was tactical standpoint, a relationship, or if it was just something their parents had forced upon them.

In the crowd Katniss looked to Gale desperately for an answer. Gale just looked at her with a confident smirk before he turned back to his son who removed his glasses hanging them on the neck of his shirt. "We haven't said anything about there being an alliance." Lucas turned to look at Prim who looked cool and collected toward the back of the line on the stage. "I wouldn't mind an alliance." Lucas winked at Prim and prim just smirked at him nodding once as if she were very aware and confident of her appearance. The crowd reacted positively while some of them just didn't know what to make of it. "I guess you could say I'm keeping an open mind. People are too quick to judge."

"So you're saying that this whole thing isn't a product of Katniss Everdeen's choices almost thirty years back?" Liema asked and the cameras immediately found Katniss in the crowd who just waved heartlessly to them.

"Her name is Katniss Mellark. She got married, remember? I heard there was actually a lot of excitement around here because of it." Liema nodded at his words and smiled enthusiastically. "She wasn't an enemy then and she isn't an enemy now." The bell rang and Lucas shrugged. "My times up. I'll see all of you later." He turned to the crowd speaking to them, "Well you'll actually be seeing me." The crowd cheered for him clapping with gusto, and then the interviews continued on as if Lucas had never spoken.

It seemed to go on and on until it was Prim's turn. She got up from her seat and walked to the seat without waving. She wasn't here to be a crowd entertainment. Prim was there to break down reality to the people of Panem. They didn't vote to see if she stayed on the show, so there was no need to make them happy with their words.

"Primrose Mellark! Goodness darling you've gotten so big since the interviews we first got from your parents when you were born. We were aware that in the past your mother has lost a child because of stress and we were just ecstatic to see that she could still give lovely offspring to the world." Prim found her mother in the crowd raising an eyebrow at the statement. Lost a child? When? "Now Prim down to business. What do you think of your mother offering you up to the Hunger Games?"

"My mother didn't do anything like that," Prim slide her glasses up to sit on her head and the crowd began to murmur at Prim's looks.

"What do you mean by that?" Liema asked leaning forward like a hard hitting reporter would. She was just missing the wireless microphone with the cheesy logo and large letters to identify the channel.

"She made that choice and then it was ignored when she changed her mind," Prim looked at her mom and smiled and then to Gale who had the biggest smirk on his face that one could have. "The only person that brought the Hunger Games was President Markkus." The whole crowd went into frenzy. The spoke to their neighbors and then pushed through the crowd to find closer friends as they stood just outside the barricade to the square. The bell rang and Prim slipped back on her glasses and went to sit back down.

The rest of the time during the interviews was spent with little attention paid. The District Thirteens said as little as possible and the Twelve boy sounded far too happy to be taken seriously. Peace keepers came quickly and rushed Lucas and Prim off stage first as the crowd seemed to be turning in their favor. Katniss was answering the questions she could along with Gale. When Katniss turned to her daughter she saw Katniss use the old symbol from District Twelve pressing three fingers to her chin and then extending it to the crowd. The ones in the crowd that saw it returned it, and those who didn't watched in awe as the crowd seemed to be joined together.

Katnis and Gale watched desperately as their children were led back stage. Leera seemed to be trying to get to the stage as well but the peace keepers shoved her back. There was nothing they could do from where they were.

Backstage, Prim and Lucas were shoved together in a small room. Prim looked at Lucas as she took off her sunglasses. Lucas removed his as well and the both of them set their glasses on the small table. They were going to speak, but Markkus came into the room. The first thing he did was knock the glasses to the ground and stomped on them leaving them in pieces. He looked at both of them sneering.

"You think you having a couple of fan will turn this around for you two?" He walked up to them and peace keepers tensed as if they weren't sure what exactly they would do. "Only one of you can win." He singled out Prim getting right in her face and the caressing her cheek with the gentlest of touches with his finger tips. "Even if you win, I'll own you." Markkus lifting her chin with his fingers as if he was going to kiss her but then he turned away and was gone out the door along with the peace keepers.

Tears fell down Prim cheeks as she stared at the door. She clenched her hands into fists and slowly let her eyes fall to the floor as she cried. Lucas wrapped his arms around her. She didn't move to return the hug but just stayed there letting the tears fall. Sobs started to shake her frame and Lucas just held her until she could only hiccup. "We're just going to follow your mom's plan everything will be okay," Lucas whispered and felt her nod against his shoulder. "Nobody will win, not even President Markkus."