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This is a request. WARNING rated M for implied violence.

Crowds. That's what was on the television in every district. They called it crowds. Gale sat back and called them mobs. Out of control mobs. It was live from the Capitol, protestors from every district and every background. The war had taken so much from the districts and they were not settled with only Snow overthrown. They were protesting arrests and executions of Capitol citizens, peacekeepers, government officials, and the children of the groups.

He had been following their peaceful effort to alert the new President with their wishes. Paylor explained her fears of their pleas and the consequences that would come from it. That's when they took the situation into their own hands. Now their violent, they move through the night and leave their victims broken in their path.

The news was calling them Resentment Attacks. Gale called it treason. His coworkers told him that he was paranoid because his wife was a child of a government official. Yet, he didn't let on that he agreed with them. Since this all started he barely let on to Madge that he was worried about her.

"Is it getting worse?" She asked him and rubbed his shoulders from behind the couch. He nodded and clicked off the TV.

"Don't worry about it; they'll get control of them soon. It's only a couple of guys after all." Madge let out a light laugh.

"Only a couple of guys." She sighed, "That's the understatement of the year." He got up and took her by the waist, throwing her over his shoulder.

"Come on," he laughed.

"Gale!" She squealed. Even though the bed was warm and Madge was snoring softly besides him, Gale couldn't sleep. His head hurt with the potential of something bad happening to their new family. He got out of bed and wandered down the hall to the front room.

He was draw to the view and glanced down from his apartment into the street. Below in the glow of street lights were people. He was shocked and found himself reaching for the telephone. He contacted the military base and made sure they knew about the migration immediately.

"Sweetheart?" Gale turned to see his wife illuminated in the dim moonlight.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep." He murmured and tried to move her back down the hall towards bedroom.

"Who were you talking to?" She yawned.

"I wasn't talking to anyone." He laughed quietly. She stretched in the doorway of their room before glaring up at him.

"What's going on, Gale? Talk to me."

"It's really nothing..." He said and moved her further into their bedroom. She pushed past him and hurried to the window, glancing down at the street below. Within a double take of the view she had her hand to her mouth and a hand on her stomach.

"It's nothing?" She whispered unbelievingly. Gale tried to come up with an excuse,

"I've already notified the district about it."

"But you wanted to hide it from me?" She cried and ran up to him, placing her hands on his chest.

"I just want to keep you safe," Gale admitted.

"Keeping me safe by not telling me?" Madge sighed heavily and sunk into the nearest chair.

"I didn't want you to worry." Gale continued to explain.

"I'm more worried that you weren't going to tell me than about the next attack!" Madge held her head in anguish before standing and returning to the bedroom. Gale made sure to follow her at a distance.

"Madge, I am so sorry, it's obvious that I was not thinking clearly. Forgive me?" He whispered as she pulled her sheets up to her chin. She nodded quickly and turned away from him.

In the morning, Gale dressed quickly in his usual shirt and tie before getting his work materials from the kitchen table together. "Are you going to work?" Madge asked quietly. He glanced over at her. She had a bad case of bed head and the shirt she had stolen from him was exposing a long of leg.

"I was planning on it; I want to know what is going to happen." Madge ran a hand up and down her arm as if she were cold.

"Promise me that you'll be home as soon as possible." She murmured.

"Don't open the doors to anyone- no matter who they say they are." Gale approached her and gathered the small girl in his arms. "Don't worry..." he whispered into her hair and kissed her forehead.

"Stay safe." She called after him.

"You too." She heard him lock the door behind him but quickly made sure the door was locked herself. She turned back to the empty apartment with a heavy heart.

It wasn't until Gale entered the break room right at the end of the main lunch hour that he heard anything about the attacks that were destined to happen. He was in the lunch line with the other men in is division and they were talking amongst themselves. When Gale asked them what they were discussing they shut down and parted from him immediately.

"Why did you even come to work today?" Another man asked sliding his tray up to him.

"What do you mean?" Gale asked him. The man sighed.

"Haven't you noticed the absentness in the air, the empty work cubicles, and the distant phone calls?" The man could tell Gale wasn't catching on. "Corruption and treason are not the first thing men think of, Mr. Hawthorne. Think more along the lines of revenge. You best be getting home soon, I understand that your pretty little wife was the talk of the office today." The man left Gale at the counter. The young man stared down at his tray, he felt as though the entire break room had their eyes on him. How could he be so stupid? He left his tray behind and hustled down the halls to the main doors to the parking lot.

He burst through the door to the apartment. The door seemed to be broken at first glance but Gale didn't stop to examine it. "Madge?" He called out, "Madge?" His heart was broken before he even got to her. Her clothing was ripped and tossed around the front room. The chair had been turned over and the lamp had been broken. The bulb was shattered on the ground. "It's alright now, love." He called out, his voice shaking. Gale prepared himself as he crossed into the bedroom. Madge was limp on the bed her clothes ripped apart. She glanced over; her eyes hollow with fear and remorse.

"It's fine." She whispered her voice hoarse, "I didn't let them in." She whispered quietly and looked up at the ceiling. Gale was stunned to silence; he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

"I know it's not your fault, you're going to be okay." He knew what had happened but he couldn't bring himself to press her knowledge of the situation.

He came closer, "don't look at me." She whispered, "Go away." Gale hadn't expected to hear that. He backed away. "Call someone who can help like an ambulance or military." Military was not an option so Gale nodded slowly before punching in the numbers of the phone.

He watched as Madge was carried off by a series of nurses while Gale stood by helplessly. "She has a broken wrist and possibly a broken rib or two." Gale nodded, barely listening to the responder. "Is there anyone you need to call?" She asked him, "her family or your family?" He shook his head. "Alright... we'll be able to find who did this, Mr. Hawthorne." He shook her hand.

"When will I be able to see her?"

"We're going to have her meet with someone to talk about what happened and how she feels about it all and we'll notify you." Gale didn't understand.

"When will that be?"

"We're not sure yet, Sir." Gale was left alone in the apartment. He sat down and buried his head in his hands. He could call his mother but this wasn't something that he wanted to talk about. He reached out to the phone and waited as it started ringing.

"Hello?" Gale was quiet, "Hello, who is this?"

"Katniss?" He asked.

"Yes, who is this? Gale?"

"I need to talk, please don't hang up."

"Alright..."

Sad! I hope I didn't make it too offensive. Review

Erin