Littlest Victor Chapter 3: Changes, a hunger games fanfic

I tell Haymitch everything. The only thing that seems to surprise him is that Snow came by personally to threaten me."He's right. You can make or break these uprisings. A rebellion is brewing either way, has been for years just under the surface, but some districts are letting themselves be calmed again. It could take years until everyone is ready to fight. Or you could rile them up. Make it happen soon."

"Make a change,"I nod."And have them hurt my family."

He lets out a barking, mirthless laugh."It's thirteen years 'til the littlest Hawthorne is out of the reaping. And you'll have kids some day. Do it now or do it never. There'll always be a reason not to."

It's true. And at the moment, from what Effie says about the Capitol and the mood there, Snow couldn't strike right away without angering even his own people. He has to wait for the reapings and then rig it so Katniss'll go. Can I make this all happen fast enough that the fighting will be at a point that makes the 75th Games impossible?

Mum and Katniss come by and I tell them everything aswell. Mum looks terrified but Katniss just grabs my shoulders."Do it, Prim. Okay? Do it. I don't care if they do anything to me. You can put an end to all this. No more nightmares for kids like you. No more bloodbaths. Do it."

She hesitates, and then speaks quickly, as if she might lose the courage to say it."It's what Peeta would have wanted. We owe him that. We'll end this. I don't care what happens to me."

All I can do is nod. This what Amber wanted. What Rue's siblings deserve. It'll mean Posy has never have to have her name added into that glass ball. And Katniss is on my side. Yes, I'll do it.

We can hear the sounds of commotion outside. Honking car horns, shouts of greeting, doors banging shut. It can only mean my entourage has arrived.

I run out and throw myself into Effie's arms. We only get a short hug and a whispered,"Go talk to Haymitch" before my prepteam drags me away to get me ready. I see Effie scuttling off towards my mentor's house out of the corner of my eye. He'll tell her what we decided.

There's alot of kissing and hugging and even a few tears before they get to work.

While they primp me, they chatter on about everything and nothing. My heart clenches as talk drifts to the subject ofnthe Quarter Quell and Octavia exclaims,"Hamyitch'll have to prepare for lots of attention!"

He really won't be able to get a break this year. They'll replay his Games again and again, he'll be the centre of attention. The victor of the 25th Games died a few years back, Haymitch is the only Quell winner they have left.

My fingers find the pin I always wear. They'll replay Maysilee's death aswell. Over and over.

Suddenly, I'm declared to be ready and we go into the living room, where Cinna is talking to my mum and Katniss. They look to be genuinely having fun. He comes over to embrace me the second he spots me."Oh, I've missed you!"

"And I you,"he replies, kissing my forehead."How is our littlest victor?"

"Ugh, I liked girl on fire better,"I joke and he laughs."Well, you better get dressed."

It's a very sophisticated yet simple outfit. Black trousers and blazer over a lightblue blouse. He's also brought sapphire studded pins to keep my hair, which today falls freely down my shoulder in slight waves, out of my face. It's time to show of my victor's talent to the cameras.

I had a hard time picking something. I had originally settled on photography but I had a) sucked at making the pictures artsy in any way whatsoever and b) realised I didn't want to share the pictures with the Capitol. But I still keep my camera around and snap pictures all the time. My bedroom wall is full of them. Livia, me and Estelle messing around with makeup Effie sent for me. Katniss and Madge laughing. Gale with Vick on his back racing Rory who's carrying Posy. Haymitch trying to scowl into the camera but unable to keep from smiling. Mum, Hazelle and Madge cooking in our kitchen. Gale and Katniss building Lady's pen.

So now my talent is the piano. I've always loved music, Madge teaches me, which is fun, and I sometimes get Katniss to sing along. It's the perfect talent. Something I really enjoy which isn't too private for me to be comfortable to share it.

Just as I settle down at the piano, Effie walks in, followed by Haymitch who is scowling profusely and tugging at his tie as if it were a noose. Effie slaps his hand away with a scowl of her own before walking over to me and kissing me on the cheek."Go ahead, darling."

I know she doesn't mean playing the piano. Operation Rebellion is officially Effie-approved.

I nod and turn my attention to the piano. I had originally picked two songs, a classical song and the lullaby I sang for Rue when she lay dying.

But after Snow showed up, my plan is changed.

I start of with the lullaby. I see Effie clasp her hand over her mouth, Octavia silently crying, Katniss grasping Mum's arm, both of them teary-eyed. I close my eyes, focusing on nothing but my fingers playing out the tune and my lips forming the words.

Without opening my eyes, I draw a deep breath and launch into the next song. A pre-cataclysm song that I probably shouldn't even know, but Madge has a whole fundus of them and has thaught me some.

It starts of innocent enough, so by the time they'll realise they should have cut me off, it will hopefully be too late to do it without rousing suspicion.

You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium

Cut me down
But it's you who'll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much

Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard as bulletproof glass

And as if the song in itself isn't bad enough already, I transition into the national anthem instead of the actual end to the song.

Yet when we raise the cry

The brave will heed the call

And we will never falter
We will never falter

We're bulletproof, nothing to lose

Fire away, fire away

From a Capitolites view, I'm being patriotic. Everyone else will see it for what it is. A call to let the rebellion begin.