Credit goes to Suzanne Collins and Kakima54
Imagine this. Foxface didn't eat the berries laid out by peeta. She made it to the final 4. Cato died, and She became the final 3 with Katniss and Peeta. Peeta too weak to fight, Katniss unwilling, and Foxface too weak, what would happen to the games?
District 2 now. Clove and Cato. I know Clove nearly killed Katniss, just before she was killed by Threshs rage. And Cato, he died in front of me. The wolves didn't notice me hiding in the cornucopia. But he saw me. Looked me In the eye and screamed for help. But I was helpless, and nearly dead myself. 'Please'. His last words. Aimed towards me, not Katniss. But she shot him. And then his blue eyes faded as I watched. District 2 know this. And today will be torture for all of us.
Katniss and Peeta are sitting at the table with Gidoen and Effie when I enter the dinig cart. I sit down and pile my plate high with pancakes before I ask "So what's happening today then?" Katniss rolls her eyes. They must have already been talk ng about it before I came in. "Well" begins Effie. "We arrive at 11:30. We'll be greeted by the mayor and peacekeepers and then taken to the justice building..." Effie continues to talk as I zone out and begin to fill myself with pancakes and hot chocolate. Luckily Haymitch comes in to disturb Effie's train of thought.
"I've just had a message from president snow".
It's as if a silent blanket has settled over the train car. Everyone seems to be holding their breathe.
"I got off the train to get some air this morning and there was a letter" Says Haymitch. He throws a battered envelope onto the table. Katniss grabs it first. She opens it and turns white and passes it to peeta. His eyes quickly scan it and he throws it to me. The eight words set me off shaking.
'You are not doing it right.
Convince me...'
Katniss is shaking slightly. Peeta is pale. Gideon is reading it and is chewing his lip anxiously. "Well" he says, breaking the silence of the cart. "We can't do anything about it now. It's half past ten. Let's just take on District 2 and then we'll talk about it tonight. Everyone nods and we go into our separate rooms to get ready. I have a silmy gold and silver dress, black sandals and golden arm cuffs around my arms. I look like the pictures of ancient Egypt we have in classrooms in District 5. They brush my red hair and pull it Into a knot on my head. Then finally I am pushed towards the door and District 2 approaches. Apparently we step off the train ans straight onto the stage of the justice building. THe doors opens and we are met by small applause as we step out onto the stage.
On Catos side, there is an older women holding a little girl of about 5. She is crying, rubbing tears out of her eyes and then drying her hands on her mother's blonde hair. The older women isn't crying- only just- but her eyes are scrunched together like she's trying to shield herself from the sun breaking through the grey clouds.
On Cloves side, there are her parents, and three younger children, and one older. They all have Brown hair like her, all of them filled with tears. There is one boy, a younger one, and he is standing up straight, looking at us like he wants to kill us.
He reminds me of clove.
We begin saying our usual speech about thanking the Capitol, how good the games are, all that, the speech I can say in my sleep now, I've heard it so many times. Peeta starts, then Katniss, and then I finish. The audience clap. And then, I step forward, 's and Emily were talking, and I decided to say something about Cato. Maybe if I apologize for not helping him, he'll stop hunting my dreams.
"I sat and watched as Cato died" I begin. "And I'm sorry for that. I feel sorry everyday. I shouldn't have just sat there. I go over it again and again trying to Think what I could have done but I just come up blank. I was too weak compared to him, we ultimately all were. I'm sorry".
As I finish, the lady on his side breaks down and begins clapping. It spreads throughout the square as people clap and cry and hug each other. Maybe district 2 isn't that bad. We go off stage and don't even change before we go to the dinner. I eat my fill of some stew they're serving us and then I am dragged up by various people to dance. I talk to a victor called Enobaria who,although looks scary with her filed pointed teeth, is actually nice and tells her daughter Cleo to go and show me the training centre. Her daughter is 11 and takes me by the hand. The training centre is huge, with varying weapons locked up behind racks on the walls. "We train from when we are 5 here. Then when we turn eight, we are assessed. If we pass, we begin to train for the games. Then, you can apply to take part in a fake hunger games, where it's all fake weapons but you have headsets that tell you if you die. They have an arena and everything. The last one alive gets to volunteer that year". She sounds excited. In a few years, she will be taking part in a fake games, and then possibly to a real games. She takes a few throwing knives out of the office and shows me how to throw them. She hits the bullseye every time. I hit the bullseye once, after a few tries. Cleo finally takes me back to the party and five minutes later Gideon finds me and tells me it's time to go.
We all make our way back towards the train. The streets are lined with people even at this late hour. Lots of little Catos and Cloves. People cheer as we wave and finally get back on the train.
I get in bed straight away but I toss and turn for hours and finally except that I need to get up. I go into the dining cart and curl my feet up onto a sofa. I turn on the Tv, skipping past reruns of games and onto a capitol news channel. The reporter, a lady with pink hair, finishes talking about the high prices of studs and then says "and now we report live from the rebellions in District 11". I watch in horror as the screen switches to 11, where the varying fields are on fire, people crying and screaming. Gunshots echo through the square. Scenes of murder and massacre. The report finishes and the show ends. I sit in silence.
The rebellion has officially begun.