Hello people of Fanfiction! How are you all today? Fine I presume. So I have the esteemed chapter 4 waiting below. I'm a bit hurt by how some people haven't read this story as much but then again it is a crossover. So I will just keep writing!

~Z

Disclaimer: Leviathan and Hunger Games are works of art that are sadly not mine…

Most of these days have almost been sort like routine. We get up and get our schedules. Go to breakfast. Go to kitchen duty. Go to the education room. Go to Therapy. Go to Lunch. Head to the Command Room. Shoot the Propos as President Hobbes likes to call them. Go to Reflection which is basically a half hour to ourselves before dinner. Head to Dinner. Then we go back to our rooms and bathe. Then it's usually lights out unless we have a nightshift which neither of us has.

I look at the food in front of me. It looks like toast, eggs and a meat of some sort. I eat the toast and the eggs but I leave the meat for last. Newkirk and Lilit have finished already. We have only been here a few days now and they are adjusting fine. But I just can't seem to stop worrying. My mind keeps drifting back to Deryn. When I saw her she looked safe but somehow I don't believe that. She may look fine but she may be emotionally damaged like the rest of us. Fitzroy on the other hand well I could care less about him.

"So how is everyone today?" Dr. Barlow asks. We are all sitting in our seats for Therapy.

"Fine," Lilit says.

"Eh," Newkirk says.

"All right," I say.

"Anything you want to discuss? Alek you can start." Dr. Barlow says.

I clench my hands together in my lap. I don't know what I should talk about. Then it hits me. "I want to talk about Deryn." I finally say.

"What about Deryn?" she asks.

"I don't feel comfortable with her state. I don't know if she is being tortured or if she is going to be sentenced to death. I just don't know."

"Alek its fine we're worried about her too." says Newkirk as he pats my shoulder. Lilit just squeezes my arm in a friendly gesture.

"We are doing the best we can to try to locate Deryn and Fitzroy but it's just not that simple. It might take months to organize-" Dr. Barlow says.

I stand up. "Months? Are you kidding me? We wouldn't have to wait months if we got her out instead of me!" I storm out of the room. I can hear them yelling after me to come back. I walk through the maze of hallways until I find an abandoned supply closet. I sit the dark space and close the door wishing I could shut the world out too.

It could take months until I see her again. It could take a year. I can't and I won't wait that long. But after she comes back what will happen? Will she be the same Deryn I met in the War Games? Will she still feel the same way about me? Will she hate me because I couldn't save her? Will she even be alive when they find her? I try not to think about these things but they keep invading my mind. I need Deryn. I just need her here with me so that I know that she is safe.

I ignore my schedule and just stay here in the supply closet. My stomach starts to growl and I look at my arm. It's time for Lunch. I head to the cafeteria and get my food which looks a bit more appetizing than this morning. Bovril, Lilit and Newkirk are already sitting at the table eating. I sit next to Bovril.

Lilit punches me in the arm. Rather hard too. "What was that for?" I ask rubbing the spot where she hit me.

"That was for walking out on us. We didn't know where you went and we got worried." she says.

"Seriously Alek you can't just leave and go MIA for 2 hours." Newkirk says.

I eat some of the food to quiet down my stomach. "I'm sorry I just needed some time to myself to think."

"Just give us a fair warning before you pull something like that again." Lilit says. I nod. She punches me in the arm again. I almost drop my glass.

"I said I was sorry!" I exclaim.

"I know I just like hitting you." she says with a smile. I rub the spot and keep eating my lunch.

"All right Alek, Lilit and Newkirk please go with the stylists to get ready!" Adela shouts at us. We are in a filming studio that I never knew existed before today. The three of us are rushed to a bathroom to get us to Beauty Base Zero. I very much hate Beauty Base Zero. Since there are three of us and three stylists we all have our own stylist. I have Klopp, Lilit has Bauer and Newkirk has Hoffman.

I see Hoffman is having some trouble trying to figure out what to do about Newkirk's grotesque scar. Lilit is easier to work with since she is pretty but she will try to bite if you touch her hair. That's something I should have warned Bauer about. I have already showered and Klopp has already managed to make me glow. I stare at the mirror in front of me. My auburn hair doesn't like to stay back one curl always manages to escape. My green eyes seem too bright.

"What am I going to do about this hair? It never stays in place no matter what I do to it. I absolutely love the color but it is such a hassle!" he says as he tries to get my hair to stay out of my face. My rest my elbow on the arm of the chair and lay my head in my palm. This is going to be a long day.

Then Klopp leaves and comes back with a rack of clothes. He takes out one outfit and lays it on the chair next to me. I touch the outfit. It's black with tints of gold. The fabric is soft to the touch but it feels strong. I know that Klopp designed this. Bauer and Hoffman must have created the other outfits to match this one.

"Well stop staring at it and put it on!" Klopp says. I stand up in change into the suit. It looks like there is a lot of armor on it. I almost expect it to be heavy on me but it's very light like air. The sleeves go down to my wrists in layers. The suit feels weird but I like it. Klopp then appears with something in his hand. I instantly know what it is. It's the pin my father gave me when I was little. It has the imperial eagle with two heads on the inside of it. Klopp places the pin over my heart.

"Thank you," I say to him.

"You're very welcome Alek. Now let's go outside so that you can see your friends." he says as he takes my arm and leads me to the door.

Lilit and Newkirk are sitting in chairs in outfits that almost resemble mine. Lilit has her wild hair arranged in a braid that is on the side of her head and they have managed to apply make-up to her. Newkirk has his hair combed back but his scar is still there. Hoffman probably gave up on it and just left it. In a way it kind of makes him look tough. Well sort of.

"Everyone, get in your places!" Adela yells. The three of us are pushed into the middle of the set. Smoke lingers at our feet and things go quiet. None of us know what to do. Then someone appears with big cards next to Eddie. Looks like Newkirk is talking first.

"Ladies and Gentleman, we are alive and well here in District 13." he says.

"We are part of the rebellion and want to know if you are willing to help us defeat the Capitol." Lilit says confidently.

Now it's my turn. I open my mouth to speak but the words stop in my throat. I clear my throat and try to speak. Nothing comes out. I see Adela making gestures for me to go on. But I can't. I don't want to read the words of someone else. I want to say the things that are in my head.

"I am not just going to stand here and read lines. I want to be able to assure you all that I am here to defeat Telsa and end the War Games. I don't want to just be a pretty face I want to fight and help everyone. I just need your trust." I say. Everything has gone quiet. Lilit and Newkirk are dumfounded. Everyone is looking at me to see what I will say next.

"Cut!" Adela says. The lights turn back on and the smoke disappears. People are telling me that I did a nice good and that it was great.

Then I hear slow and loud clapping. I turn to the sound. Volger is standing there with a wicked smile. I use all my will power to not go and claw his eyes out. I stand still and just look at him.

"Good job Alek but I would have expected more from you." he says.

I don't say anything to him. I refuse to talk to him.

"Oh come now stop being childish." he says.

I ignore him and go to change out of this suit and into my normal clothes. I ignore Volger as he tries to talk to me as I walk away from the studio. I ignore my schedule for the rest of the day. I ignore the people who keep asking me where I should be. I don't listen to them I just keep walking. I don't want to talk into Volger or anyone else. I want to be by myself and just think.

Deryn will probably see that video when it airs. I doubt it though. They probably don't let her watch anything unless it is from the Capitol. If they let her watch the Propos she could try to rebel against the guards and escape. They would probably catch her and torture her. I hold my head with my palms. I need these thoughts to stop coming to my head.

I lean against the wall and close my eyes.

A/N: Well I hope you did like it. It's a bit longer but not much. I will most likely type up chapter 5 tomorrow. So watch for chapter 5 on Wednesday.

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~Z