Its a long walk too the justice building. Through short back alleys that smell of cooking lean meat and vegetables. Long meadows of waist high grass, that even though it itches my skin makes me feel free. The fresh breeze the flutters among my bare face makes my body tingle with happiness. Until the peacekeeper stood behind me blocks the breeze by yanking up my hood, this startles me and i react almost instantly. Grabbing his hand tight before seeing his gun point straight at my forehead. I let go with a shove and continue walking. The Justice building has been re-built since my time, but still looks grubby from the bonfire ash that seeps through the district centre and the green moss staining the walls.

They lead me up the few steps and up to the door. I see few people on the streets trying to work out what's happening but many are doing their own thing. They must usually get unknown visitors. They lead me through the wooden doors and up the stairs straight in the mayors office. The peacekeepers practically hand me over to him and rush out. The mayor brings himself to stand with both arms firmly holding him up on the table. ''Im sorry this has happened to you son.'' He looks up at me with sorrow in his eyes. ''You seem to be the only person who is genuinly sorry, most people have welcomed me back...'' I remove my hood for the mean time and take up the seat he offers me. We both lower ourselves down into the chair. He opens a draw somewhere on his desk and removes a brown thick envelope. ''In here are you keys to your house. I told those of the capitol that you would not be wanting to go into the victors village, I know how much you must miss your home. There are all documents about your supposed death, the girl the you are too... dispose of? Katniss Everdeen and script you are too stick too during the reaping.'' He slides the envelope too me and i let it fall into my lap before picking it up. ''Thank you, for not destroying it. I know land is precious here, i wasn't to expect my house to even still be standing. I guess i will greet you at tomorrows reaping's.'' I stand and firmly shake his hand, holding the envelope tight between my waist and arm. I give him a nod before spinning on my heel, flipping up my hood and walking out of the room.

The peacekeepers practically throw me out of the back doors of the Justice building, slamming them just after. I take a moment to adjust to the familiar surroundings. I begin walking into the square before a spot a poster larger than myself, half burnt, crumpled near the waste disposal shoot from the Justice building. I check my surroundings and pick it off the floor. There is no time for me to examine it here so i roll it up and place it neatly inside my jacket. I walk into the square and head towards the local food stalls that stand all around the square. These are the only legal stalls in the district, the rest are black market. Each district have their own black market. I stop at a family owned stall that i used to feed myself at back when i was younger. I walk up and ask for all the recipes to make a broth. Once pay i head towards the edge of the district. Where my house stills stands strong.

I smooth the tattered wood and brick the keeps the house stable. I grab the keys out of the envelope and unlock the door. Everything is still perfectly intact. Nothing has been touched. I weird to see this place so dusty. I used to clean often too imitate my mother. She always cleaned and kept the house disease free. So making the house clean seemed my only way to make it feel asif she was still around. I ponder into the kitchen, trailing my hand across all the belonging at my side. I drop the envelope, food and poster on the kitchen table and remove my cloak. Laying it across the chair. I decide not to read the document nor look at the interesting poster until i've made myself food. Just as i begin to set up my vegetables to cut I notice something. A stale remaining's of loaf half covered by my cattle gloves. The last things i had contact with before being imprisoned by the Capitol.

I prepare my food and season lightly. Placing it in a bowl with some fresh bread. I place myself down in my living room with the documents at hand. I take a mouthful of the warm broth, i feel it warm my body up with each spoonful. I open the document and skip the pages that i've already been notified about. I can skim through those later. I pick up the document labelled 'Katniss Everdeen - Nightlock Confidential 2.' I swipe open the first page whilst placing another log in the fire and another spoonful of broth. I skim through past life details before coming across appearance and arena details. Long black hair, braided, Grey eyes, 5 ft 7. I pick up the document and shake it, a picture falls to the floor. The girl, Katniss, looks different to the one the Capitol chose to show me on the screen. Here she looks sad and lonely, but still probably one of the most beautiful girls ive ever seen. She reminds me so much of Liza that thought of having to kill her could never trail across my mind.

I continue down to her arena profile. She scored a surprising 11. The highest ive ever seen, but reading even more down makes me love this girl even more. 'She shot a arrow towards the gamemakers head during the training scores then leaving with a bow and a comment reading 'Thanks for your consideration'.' She is said to do well in the first half of the games, running from the cornucopia but became a keen enemy of the notorious careers. Her 'on show' lover Peeta Mellark, joined the careers to lead them off track of her. He then get attacked by the lead career, Cato, and left for dead. Until Katniss comes and they work as a team. That when the rule breaking begins. The rules were changed to two people from the same district being able to take the throne, but as soon as both Katniss and Peeta made it to the final the rules were revoked to only one victor once again. Both were not willing to allow the Capitol to get away with this and threatened to eat poisonous berries. The capitol acted quick and crowned them both. Its a shame they did act so quick for me.

Her token seems to be a Mockingjay pin, apparently this has caused wide spread riots throughout districts 8, 5 and 11. I notice a slight unravel in the poster and unravel it more. The poster shows a half burnt mockingjay pin, drawn with what seems to be bloody hands. She is the revolution.

She is a tough person to crack, according to the document. She is not one to make friends. Is not friendly and trusts no one. Well im glad thats something we relate too, except my task is to become friends with her... Even worse, Ally's. Keep he alive until its you two left and then assassinate her in the cornucopia. Putting a end to the rebellion sparking in the deceased district 13.
Easy, says the cowardly Capitol.


It doesn't take long until i awaken to the sound of deep mooing of cows and bulls from the field behind. I must of fell asleep by the fire last night. I rub my eyes with my grubby hands and push myself off the floor. I walk out into the kitchen and place freshly squeezed orange juice in a glass. The clock says 8:00am meaning only 2 hours until reaping. I allow myself to sit and think about the up and coming events. Getting to know this girl is going to be a lot harder then i thought. My charm that a grew from my games will be no use at winning her into friendship, but she may have one thing in common with me. Our equal hate for the Capitol and starving/poor districts is my only way in. It doesn't seem long until something troubles my thoughts. A pound at the door. I rise and walk to the entrance of my house. Swinging the door open to find four peacekeepers stood, ushering me out the door.

The reaping has started. I only just managed to grab my cloak from the coat hook before being led to the district square. The population of the district have filled the streets, causing traffic but making way for myself and the peacekeepers. I try to calm my nerves by reassuring myself that its happening in every other districts, but that just doesn't seem to cut it. Those victors that are being reaped arent going in just to die. I have no chance of winning and even if i do. I will be terminated as soon as i leave the arena. I know this because granting my only wish would be impossible, even for the capitol.

They lead me up too the stage to eventually be joined by the escort of my district. I keep my face hidden as well as i can as the other victors join me up on the stage and the crowd of the districts people fill in the spaces. The spaces beside me begin to fill with district 10's victors. 3 males and 2 females. They seem to be holding up a brave face, but i can tell a lot are trying to get a good look at the face beneath the cloak. I never really thought about how random this must be to my district. Some victor they never know existed and should be in my near 70's is stood upon this stage as young as i was 50 years ago. I don't let my eyes leave the ground. All i have to do is wait till the male tribute is chosen, if its not me, volunteer. Then i leave. Back to the Capitol to begin my death sentence.

The trumpets of the capitol sound. People of the crowd begin to shift about nervously and the victors attempt to act strong. I learnt from my games that the first show of weakness is your last because you wont make it far in the games. I stand complete still, head faced down and arms folded. Tapping my foot impatiently. I know my fate so i would rather they hurry up with it. The escort skips out to the podium and greets us all with a wide smile. She a slim and tall woman with bright green hair that falls down to her hips. She wear a elaborate dress with shoulder pads about half the size of her head.

''Welcome... Today we are here to mark the reaping of the 75th annual HUNGER GAMES!'' she throws her hands in the air in happiness. Everyone in the crowd decides to just ignore it. ''Right then, Ladies first as usual.'' She casually walks over to the glass ball that is filled with 2 cards and careful picks one out. She plods back over to the podium and slowly reveals the name. ''Elizabeth Johnson.'' My heart stops, i can feel it. Everything around begins to deteriorate asif im about to faint. I scream a no before i hit back to reality. Everyone is staring at me. One of the male victors holds me up. Just before i can safe another work the girl beside Liza, whos in her early 20's, steps forward. ''I volunteer as tribute.'' I begin to calm again as i watch the girl hug Liza as she walks off the stage. The escort claps her hands ''How exciting, a volunteer and by the looks of it you are the young girl who won the 71st hunger games am i right?'' She pats the girls on the back. ''Yes, you are right. My names Eve Ellis.'' I see the girl straight her back and stand with no emotion. She will do well.

''Time for the boys now.'' She walks straight toward the bowl by the side of me and throws her hand in the top. She picks out her card after taking her time circling the 4 cards and walks back to the podium. ''This years male tribute is...'' She looks at the card as if there must be a mistake. Its me. It must be and she must know who i am. ''Jasper Rowan.'' She looks around frantically for this mysterious boy before she and every person in sight are staring at me with open mouths. I remove the stupid cloak and place it over the reaping bowl and pace towards the escort. Who seems completely dumb struck and scared. Some people in the crowd have no idea who i am and are stood confused at the fuss, but most are amazed by my appearance.

''Well these are your... uh tributes. May the odds be ever in your favour...'' She says this whilst holding our hands up in the air.