HELLO PEOPLE OF FANFICTION! Okay I have chapter 2 waiting below. I am thinking of posting a new chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday until I finish. What do you all think about that? Well I can't see your expression or hear you so I will take it as happy. Now enough of my rambling time for Chapter 2!

~Z

Disclaimer: Leviathan is not mine and Hunger Games is not mine…

"Will you help us Alek?" Mr. Rigby asks. He and President Hobbes are waiting for my reply. I don't say anything for a few minutes.

"No," I say simply. I can see Newkirk and Lilit shake their heads in disappointment. They are all set to do this and they clearly want me to do it too.

"We will take care of everything; all you need to do is stand in front of the camera-" Mr. Rigby starts to say.

I interrupt him. "No, I will not be your puppet. I don't see how shooting a few videos and parading in costumes will show the Capitol that we no longer want to be under their control." I say. I don't want to just be a figure head. I want to actually change the state of Panem. And I can see that these people won't help me. I stand up sending my chair to the floor. I start my way to the door.

"The districts need hope." Hobbes says.

I stop with my hand on the handle. I turn around and look at him. I raise an eyebrow for him to continue.

"The districts need to know that their victors are going to be there. We need to show them that you are on their side. As long as you are all alive you pose a threat to President Telsa and the Capitol." The three of us are still recovering so this is a lot for us to take in.

I sigh, pick up my chair and sit down. I gesture for Hobbes to continue.

"The reason for the War Games is not about the treaty. It is to eliminate all the strong willed people. That is why they chose you. You are all intelligent, brave and strong. And that is exactly what Telsa fears most." Mr. Rigby says.

No wonder why all the rebellious free spirited people were chosen. That's why Deryn was chosen. It wasn't because of how well she could throw a knife or how well she could tie a perfect knot. It was because she wasn't afraid to challenge society. She wasn't afraid to stand up for people. He wants to get rid of anyone who can overthrow him.

"So basically Telsa wants to kill off all the people who threaten him?" Newkirk says.

"Precisely," Hobbes and Mr. Rigby say.

"So is this all then?" Lilit says obviously bored now.

"Yes, welcome to District 13." Hobbes says.

We go back to our hospital room. As soon as I open the door my younger adopted brother, Bovril has me trapped in a hug. It takes me a moment to register what is happening but then I hug him back. I thought I would never see him again.

"Alek, it's so good to see you again!" Bovril smiles at me. He looks so much older than 12. He's grown up so much without me around.

I remember the day we brought him home. He was only five years old and I was nine at the time. He was an orphan and my parents took him in. They said he was from District 12. He lived in a place called the Seam. He was terrified when he arrived. He didn't know what to expect. I treated him like the younger brother I never had. But now that my parents are gone I only have Bovril left.

"I missed you two Bovril." I dig my face in his brown hair. He smiles up at me with his big brown eyes.

President Hobbes has assigned the four of us an apartment. We arrive to room 409. I open the door. The room is big enough for us. The walls are a pale shade of gray. The floor is made up of white tiles with a small circular rug in the middle. The bathroom is in the corner of the room. This room matches the rest of District 13. It's cold, colorless and drained of any emotion.

There are three sets of clothes on one of the two beds. The outfits are gray with a long sleeve shirt, a white undershirt, a pair of gray pants, white socks and black shoes. The three of us change into our clothes. Bovril already has his issued uniform.

Lilit is completely unfazed when we change in front of her. She claims she likes girls and has no interest in us. We insist she changes in the bathroom. She says she will share a bed with Newkirk.

"I'll sleep on the ground thank you." Newkirk says his face is deep red.

Lilit doesn't seem to notice. "All right suit yourself." she shrugs.

"We need to get out schedules." Bovril says as he walks to a device in the wall that I didn't notice before. "Medic Bovril," he says as he puts the underside of his arm in the device. A lot of clicks happen. He takes his arm out a minute later.

I go to the device. "Victor Alek," I put my arm in the machine. It writes down a schedule in blue ink. I take my arm out and stare at the writing. Lilit and Newkirk proceed to get their schedules.

7:00- Breakfast. Guess we missed breakfast and a bunch of other things. I look at the clock. It's 11:00. I look back at my arm. It's time for Therapy.

Bovril takes us to a room in the Hospital Ward which is where our therapy session will be held. He opens the door for us.

"I need to go. They need me in one of the hospital rooms. I will see you three again at lunch." Bovril says. He hugs me and leaves.

Together we venture into the strange room. None of us know what to expect. For all we know they could be experimenting on us. That's bit drastic but it's good to keep options open. There are four seats in front of us. We sit down carefully. All of us are uneasy about what is going to happen.

We have all grown a bit paranoid since we got out of the games. We almost expect to someone to jump out and hurt us. We almost expect a canon to go off signaling someone's death. Almost every small sound makes me tense up. Things always look so suspicious now. It's like there is no one to trust.

Another door opens. We all tense up. A woman walks in our direction and sits across from us. We all relax. She consults her clipboard for a minute or so then looks at us.

"I am Dr. Barlow. I am not going to keep reminding you that this is a safe environment. You all know that already. But I am here to help with your psychological problems." she says.

"What problems?" Newkirk asks.

"She means our nightmares, flashbacks etcetera from the games." Lilit whispers to him. I grip the bottom of my seat until I feel my knuckles turn white. She wants us to talk about the horrifying games that keep us awake at night and haunt our daydreams? The very things that I wished I never lived through? Tell her the things that I never any other child to experience?

"Shall we begin?" Dr. Barlow asks. Newkirk and Lilit nod. I feel three sets of eyes on me. I look up not even realizing that I was staring at the floor.

I take a deep breath and look at Dr. Barlow. Am I really ready to tell her the horrific event?

"Let's begin." I finally say.

A/N: And there it is. Hope you all liked it. So review, comment or PM me if you have suggestions/concerns. I always welcome any criticism with an open heart. I will not be sad or mad if you criticize this story. I would just like to know if things are going right. So please tell me how I am doing. I will see you on all Monday!

~Z