AN: I'm so sorry. I know I should post more frequently than I do. I really was having fun writing this chapter until my sister deleted everything. If you have been following me and this story for a while she's the reason for my re-uploads of the same things. I really need a good summary for this story so please, if you have any ideas, please leave it in the comments. So close to Part 3: Breaking the Rules, and thats when things get really good. Minor SS/HA in this chapter. Oh, and if your wondering, this is the Epilogue. Decided to barely do him a Victory Tour.

When you're lost in the dark

When you're out in the cold

When you're looking for something that resembles your soul

When the wind blows your house of cards

I'll be a home to your homeless heart

- Homeless Heart by Jennette McCurdy

General POV: District 12

For the first time, Haymitch's eyes were vacant. Hollow. No sign of a slight emotion anywhere. Not a trace.

Dead. Everyone was dead. He could hear their screams, full of pain...so much pain. Andromeda's tear filled eyes darting around everywhere for him. "Haymitch? Haymitch! HAYMITCH!" Her voice so quiet yet so loud at the same time. The Peacekeeper lashed out at her again, cutting off the last thread of her shirt as it fell to the ground, soaked in her own blood.

He just had enough time to scream her name before her eyes rolled back. Her her heart stopped beating. Her once panic filled eyes were now expressionless. Dead. Pain, so much pain. Andromeda fell smack to the ground, the second she was released. It made an unpleasant thump sound.

His cheeks were tearstainned. He didn't care if he was sobbing for the last hour straight. He was smothered with his own guilt. Something was just picking on him-telling him if he hadn't won the games they'd still be alive. I he didn't speak trash about the Capitol and Snow on national tv.

If he agreed to hook up sluts from the Capitol. If he didn't accidently call Gilliana Snow a pink-hair, bedazzled, tattooed freak in front of Snow. If he didn't defy the Gamemakers with his brilliant forcefield stunt. If he could act. If he just listened to Serenity.

DON'T BRING HER INTO THIS!

The last thing he wanted on his mind was that annoying, arrogant thirteen year old blonde. She could easily tell him 'I told you so'. He wasn't sure if she would or wouldn't, if she ended up coming like he suspected she would. She had warned him what not to do. She gave him specific instructions.

Now I know why she was so pissed each time I didn't listen. But how smart can one thirteen year old be? She couldn't possibly know this was going to happen.

STOP THINKING ABOUT SERENITY!

All he had to do was wait until Avery got here. She called and asked if he wanted any company and he replied with a mindless 'I don't care'. Haymitch figured she was only doing this to make sure he would do anything.

She didn't trust him.

And he doesn't blame him.

Knock. Knock. Knock

Haymitch considered crawling over there. He could care less about what Avery thought of him.

"Haymitch, it's me, Avery." Avery's voice rang softly through his new house.

"And me," Another familiar voice chirped.

WHY DOES EVERYTHING INVOLVE HER?

"Wait here." Serenity told Avery softly.

"Serenity I don't think that's the best idea."

Serenity marched over to the kitchen. She looked at him, then at the knife on the counter. Then back at him. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed the knife way too fast to he had no chance, whatsoever. "Give it back." He grumbled.

"No." Her voice was strict, stricter than he's heard before. "You don't need this anyway," She glanced at his body, which looked like he was still at a hudred and nineteen pounds. "Unless you were to use it to make something to eat, god knows you need it."

"I'm not hungry." Even his voice was empty. There wasn't even sadness of grief. It was a pure monotone, a robot was more alive than him.

"And I'm not convinced." She said, going into his fridge and search for something. She placed an apple in front of him.

"Eat it."

"I said I'm not hungry." Haymitch repeated.

Serenity rolled her eyes and went into his fridge. She raised her eyebrow when she found a bottle of spirits. She thrust the bottle at him. "Drink it."

Haymitch scowled but nonetheless snatched it from her and downed the fourth remaining. "Happy?"

"To hell I'm happy!" Serenity shouted, Haymitch gave a startled jump. "You need to stop moping around here and get out and do something. You can't stay all cooped up in here clutching a huge knife, eating nothing and using Tequila as your source of drink!"

"I can do whatever the hell I please." Haymitch snarled.

"No. You. Can't." Serenity hissed. "I think I was pretty clear when I gave you all my warning. You are a victor, you must start acting like one."

Haymitch jumped off the stool and faced her. He used to be a good head and a half taller than her but now she could almost look him directly in the eye. "My family was murdered."

Serenity's bright blue eyes narrowed into slits. "I know. And I'm deeply sorry. But what is done, is done. You can't change it and instead of looking at it like you'll never be able to live again. I can assure you that's not what your family wanted."

"You have no idea."

"You're damn right I don't. Family means everything to me." She shrugged. Haymitch stared at her wide eyed, jaw twitching to be open. "But not my biological family, see, I barely have one. But these people, victors, they've all been through something similar to each other. They're my family. I know those who died could never be replaced, Haymitch but I'm sure there's still room in your heart for others."

Her voice had dropped immensly. "You just need to find them, and everything will be fine."

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Serenity's POV

My head hurt. We were eight days into Haymitch's victory tour, I don't know how but yes, I convinced him to go along. And he was being decent. I was so proud.

Yeah, not really, but I was appreciative.

"Haymitch, this is my District so be on your best behavior." I warned him as the train came to a halt. "Because, and I swear, you do anything bad I will make sure you will not be able to have kids."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't worry." Haymitch rolled his eyes as I led him to the Justice Building for his speech. Let me tell you, this kid is good with the whole speech thing even though he really couldn't say much about each district.

"I don't really know that much about District Four," Haymitch started, "Except they usually provide kickass tributes, one of them nearly killed me, and another mentored me. I'm really grateful to the people of District Four, for not caring if Serenity mentored me. I probably wouldn't be alive if it weren't for her. So...thank you."

That was it. Short and simple, I wish I could do that but no I had to make alliances and run my mouth when I was at there home District.

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"Um, Haymitch, this is Melinda." I introduced. He gave her a quiet hello, recognizing her from the funeral. I pointed to our second victor, talking to the mayor. "That's Farley. If I were you, I'd just ignore her, she's not too fond of your district. And that's just about it."

Haymitch's brows furrowed together. "I thought District Four had seven victors."

I looked down at the floor. "We did, I mean, we do but...um, Carolyna died a few days after I won." I said sadly. "She was driven insane."

Before Haymitch had the time to say anything, Melinda cut in. "Sorry to intrude but can I talk to you for a minute, Serenity?"

I raised an eyebrow, confused. "Uh sure. I'll be back in a second, talk to Wave or JT." I told Haymitch. I followed Melinda to a secluded part of the mayors house. "Yes?"

She held up two finger. "Two things. First, Seneca wants to have a meeting a few weeks after the next Games at the Preperation Studio, we're preparring the first act of the rebellion. And he would like to have Haymitch join us."

"Ok, to the meeting and I know for a fact Haymitch will take part in it." I nodded. "What else."

Melinda looked at me apologetically. "I got a notification in the mail today, since you're not sixteen you have to attend school."

"I have to what?"

"You have to attend school." Melinda repeated, more slowly. "I enrolled you in a private one, you'll be starting ninth grade once you return from Haymitch's victory tour."

"But-but what about the Hunger Games? I have to attend each one, plus Capitol functions, interviews, signings, and Seneca was going to start training me in Gamemaking and I'm schedueled to mentor next year. I can't just drop those things." I argued.

"I've already taken care of that, they'll all be excused." Melinda sighed. "Believe me, I tried getting on the phone with Snow about it but he's not allowed to change the rules for out district just for you, even if you're a victor." She looked annoyed.

"Wait, did you say ninth grade?" I asked and she nodded. "Why ninth? I'm thirteen, I belong in eighth."

Melinda frowned. "I had a feeling you'd catch onto that. They're making you skip a grade, they're afraid you might scare the students in the elementary school."

I frowned too, then rolled my eyes. "Yeah, we wouldn't want a bloodthirsty murderer going to school with some kindergardeners. Might try to kill them." I said sarcastically but inside, it kind of hurt.

"They're positive the high schoolers won't make mind of it since most of them are elligible for the games but if not..." Melinda trailed off, shaking her head.

"I'll be homeschooled?" I guessed.

"Then we live in the Capitol until your sixteen. School's not required there." Melinda said.

"Melinda...you don't have to do that." I said, looking at her face which was sad. "I won't make you leave Wave, I'll freaking threaten those high school kids until its not a problem."

Melinda laughed. "If we have to move then we move. I made you my responsibility and now I have to put you first, Serenity. I'm just a little distracted tonight, that's all."

"Distracted?" I raised an eyebrow. "With what, exactly?" I caught her gaze. "Wave?"

Melinda flushed bright red. "I...well-...sorta. He said he wanted to-...I think he's going to propose to me."

My eyes widened as I gave a squeal of excitement. "He is? Ohmigod! How'd you know?"

"He said he wanted to ask me something tonight, he seemed kind of nervous." Melinda said. "I'm not all that sure, Serenity, you can't tell anybody."

I pretended to zip my lips. "Not a soul." I laughed, and followed her back to the party.

Haymitch's POV: Capitol Day, Victory Tour

Champagne was being passed around. I downed a glass under a minute, just to grab a second glass and drain it faster. The slight burn it came with felt good.

Apparently that idiot Serenity spends her time with, Wade or whatever proposed to her legal, might I add hot, guardian Melinda. She said yes and whoop-dee-fucking-da not only is this a celebration for me but an engagement party for them.

A guy was approaching me, probably a year or two older then me. Dark hair, sinister smile, I'm positive he was dancing with Serenity earlier. "I'm Seneca." He said.

"Amazing." I rolled my eyes.

"Seneca Crane." The guy smirked. "I helped create your games."

"Then, please tell whoever came up with the theme I think they're a genius." I said, like I actually gave a damn. "What do you want from me? A 'thanks' because you let me win?"

Crane snorted. "Yeah, I let you win. If I had it my way then Kai would've won."

"Don't piss on my face and tell me it's raining." I snarled. "I saw Kai's burn marks, he nearly died in the explosion. You guys tried to wipe out all the Careers, leaving me alone with the higest training score by at least three points ahead of everyone. I'm not stupid."

"Okay, you got me." Crane said sarcastically. "Actually, Serenity put in a personal request to give you and that Maysilee girl a death with minimal pain."

I stared at him. "Well, if what happened to Maysilee was minimal pain, I surely don't want to see the maximum pain. Now, Crane, what the hell is the real reason you're wasting my time?"

Crane sighed. "We want you in the rebellion."

"We? Whose 'we'? And what the hell is the rebellion, it sounds like a fucking boy band." I said.

"It's not a boy bad." He growled. "I was sure the name was the meaning. It's a rebellion, against the Hunger Games, the Capitol, the dictatorship."

"You have got to be kidding me." I murmured. "Is this some sort of test? Victor initiation? Why would you want to get rid of the thing that gives you your job, the place that gives you power, and the guy who pays you?"

"That job and power, Abernathy, forces me to think of ways to kill children then watch them die or if a plan is outsmarted, think of ways to outsmart someone further leading them to their death." Crane continued. "I know you think little of Gamemakers, but do you really think we want to do it?"

I shrugged. "I don't remember it being a law, you had to be come a Gamemaker."

"I didn't want to bring this up but Haymitch, you're mother and brother and that girl died because you refused to sell your body. Do you want future victors to go through that?"

I stared at the floor. He got me there. "No."

"Exactly. A bunch of victors and some gamemakers started this rebellion to end misery-and, well, child mortality." Crane said in an expectant voice.

He wants an answer? Now?

"Count me in." I decided. My eyes fell on Serenity, who was talking with Avery and the president. "Is she in it?"

"Oh yeah." Crane laughed. "She doesn't know it yet, but she's our leader."

The END of Part 2: A Force in the Quell