I-I'm just gonna stop talking now...

President Snow looked out into the far corner of his garden. He watched him walk closer and he smiled deviously as he took a sip of his earl grey tea. The man walked through the cobblestone pathway that leads to the center of the garden. He watched him with a strange mixture of trust and conviction.

"You called for me sir?" said Seneca as he took a step closer to the president.

"Ah Mr. Crane... Yes, I need to talk to you about the upcoming games."

"I assure you. This year will be one of the best." he said with an air of confidence.

Snow smiled at him and took a sip of tea. He is still unsure if the man can fulfill his requests but nevertheless, his demands were not that hard to meet. It is even probable that he'll get his way without Seneca knowing of his intentions but he knows that it's better to be safe than sorry.

He looked over to his side and grabbed a manila envelope. He gently pulled out a cream-colored folder and handed it to the man before him.

Seneca took the folder into his hands and looked at it curiously. Is he suppose to open it or merely keep it? He looked back at him questioningly and Snow nodded in approval. He touched the edge of the folder with his thumb and flipped it open. Inside, he found a paper fastened to it; containing an incomplete list of tributes:

District 3:

Skye Damien Tyler

Ophelia Nelson

District 4

Waterford Titus Fedson

District 6

Marcus Kennedy Warstone

Solaria Juliette Turner

District 8:

Cloe Anika Guliver

District 9:

Damaris Bailey Meller

District 10:

Helios Scott

Lovina Marie Hefner

District 12:

Maximillian Radley

Erianthe May Abernathy

His eyes looked through every single item on the list. One entry has particularly caught his attention but nevertheless he is confused by the list itself. What could make these kids any different from the others?

Snow saw through him and decided that he should answer Seneca' silent questions. "All of the children on the list are impure. They have both the blood of the Capitol and the Districts. They should not exist."

"Ah, so they're mockingjays"

Snow flinched a little upon hearing the word mockingjay; such foul creatures- a constant reminder of their mistakes, creatures that should never have existed. Nevertheless, he was able to recompose himself and answer. "Precisely, I also want you to make them suffer. Inflict the worst psychological and physical pain."

Seneca smiled and answered with uttermost confidence. "Don't worry sir, I'll see to it that they will suffer." He glanced back at the list and asked. "Abernathy had a daughter? I don't remember her being reaped."

Snow furrowed his eyebrows upon hearing the name. He loathes them both; father and daughter alike and in a way, he's afraid of both of them. He knows that Haymitch was once a threat but he's confident that he's forever broken now. What about his daughter? Is it possible that she has the same fighting spirit as her father? Maybe not, but he can't be too careful.

"She's also known as Amaryllis Porter- a child of a victor and a district escort. Kill her off and destroy the hope of their kind. I'm counting on you Mr. Crane."

The next few days were pretty pretty much uneventful for any of them. Amaryllis, who still haven't recovered from the 'thing' continued to ignore her parents; only speaking to them when absolutely necessary and her replying in short one word phrases. Effie, who was extremely concerned about her daughter does everything in her power to try and make it up to her. Haymitch, who thought that Amaryllis merely needed time to heal, tried to shrug it off and hide his true feelings regarding the situation. Max, who was tired of the awkward atmosphere, decided to turn his full attention to training.

"Maryl, Will you please concentrate?" Maximillian begged as he saw his fellow tribute miss another shot.

"I'm trying, okay!"

She looked towards her target; she raised the knife and positioned it to point towards the bulls-eye. She wanted the shot to go in badly; to prove to her fellow tribute that the recent events hasn't affected her concentration in the slightest. She knew that her father has instructed them both to not show so much skill during training but considering the circumstances she would is more than willing to shrug off anything that her parents would tell her. She threw the knife; it barely landed within the range. They were both unsatisfied with the results.

He heaved a big sigh before walking towards her and taking the knives away from her hands. "You're extremely distracted..."

"And you're cranky today. Maybe you're extremely constipated." she asked sarcastically.

"Harsh words for a twelve year old... Maybe you should go train alone for a while." he said in reply.

"Nah, I think I'll go train with Bailey."

Maxed heaved another sigh and furrowed his eyebrows upon hearing the name. It is quite obvious that he doesn't enjoy her presence very much and that he prefers if Amaryllis will stay away from her as well.

Amaryllis noticed the sudden change in his expression. She cocked her head in confusion and asked "You don't use to hate her this much. She likes you you know so what's wrong?"

"That's exactly what's wrong!" he exclaimed in reply.

"Why? What's so wrong with that?"

"You'll understand when you're older."

"You make it sound like tree tapping." She smirked.

Maximillian turned a into a deep red. "N-no, it's nothing like that at all!" he stuttered defensively.

"Just be careful with that spile okay?" She smirked before towards Bailey. She still can't believe she was able to say that without acting like a total idiot. Is that even normal for a twelve year old? Maybe she's just getting used to those kind of topics. Nevertheless, it could help her get along better with her parents.

She was holding a bow and arrow and it would seem that she's aiming it at one of the equipment. She heard someone approach and she instinctively looked over her shoulder. She lowered her weapon as she saw her friend approaching.

"Hey Maryl!"

"Hi! Erm, what are you doing?"

"I am merely practicing. We will all be rated soon and a Rube Goldberg machine would be most appropriate trick for me to show to the gamemakers."

"Rube Gold-what?"

"Rube Goldberg. It is a device that does simple tasks through complex means. Here, let me demonstrate." She raised her weapon once again and aimed the arrow at the button of one of the training equipment. She let an arrow loose and it hit the said button. The machine roared to life and it spewed out a ball that bounced back from the opposite wall. It then hit an arrow that was set up to aim at a target. The arrow flew towards the bulls-eye; a perfect shot.

No doubt that Amaryllis was impressed but of course, she was confused by the need to make such a simple thing difficult. Would it not defeat it's purpose of being simple? "Okay, that is cool but why does it have to be so complicated? Just shoot the arrow directly." she asked.

"It's merely for presentation. The people of the capitol thirsts for entertainment so supplying them with the entertainment that they need will certainly increase my chance of survival." Bailey said in reply.

Amaryllis was confused by her friendliness. It's true that they've been thinking of forming a team but it would seem as though she's telling her too much. "Why are you showing me all of this? To a fellow tribute?" she asks.

"I really don't know. It's complicated; life's just one huge Goldberg machine I guess..." she said in reply.

"But life's already complicated." Amaryllis stated.

"It doesn't always have to be."

"What makes it so?"

"Different circumstances... A lot of factor are involved. Listen, when you have the chance to make life simpler for you do so. Making it harder won't really help."

"Make things simpler huh?"

"Yeah, sometimes the solution to a problem is just staring at you right in the face but you're just afraid to take it. You must though, there's never really enough time. We can't just leave things unsolved, it will be too late soon..."

Amaryllis sat on the cold hard floor, heaved a big sigh and closed her eyes. For the past few days she has been afraid but what exactly is she afraid of? Could it be that she was so caught up in dreaming a fantasy life with perfect parents that she has forgotten that they are only human and that she fears that they are not the parents that she has dreamed of?

Bailey is right; the solution is just there. She just have to answer Maximillian's question 'Do you really love your parents?' She does; it doesn't matter that they've only known them for a few days- she still longed for them and they longed for her. They're a family and nothing will ever change that. She knew well that she must fix this. She's running out of time and she must mend every single complication that she has caused before it's too late.

"Maryl, it would seem that you are troubled. May I be informed on whatever caused you to be in such a state of turmoil?" A voice broke her away from her trance. She looked up and saw the concern in her friend's eyes. She gave her a reassuring smile and got up.

"Oh thank you so much, Bailey!" She exclaimed as she hugged her confused friend.

"I am unaware of what deed I have actually done to aid you but nevertheless I am most joyous to have helped you."

Amaryllis loosened her hold on her friend and looked at her questioningly. "You're talking funny." She said.

"Oh, I speak like that after I study and I am trying to know about the games as much as I can."

"Okaaay... Anyway, I need to go. I'll come back later!" She said as she rushed out of the door.

"Wait! Training is not over yet!" Bailey called out to her but her efforts were all in vain.

Amaryllis rushed through the halls of the well-decorated Capitol building. She slowed down for nothing.

"Maryl has been gone for a few days and I already miss her..." Diyella stated as she looked over to Rye's figure by the windowsill.

"We all do... She was a good friend. I just wish we all could have spend more time together..." Rye said in reply.

"Yeah..."

The two of them were so overcame with grief that they didn't notice the sound of the footsteps that were gradually getting closer. The steps stopped by the door and a woman looked at the two children with concern.

"You two should have more confidence in her. Who's to say that she won't win?" reasoned Mrs. Porter.

"Who's to say that she won't die... I'm sorry, I guess I'll just miss her." said Rye.

Diyella looked over to his friend once again and noticed the tears that were daring to fall from his face. This wasn't the Rye that she knew. He'd never let anything make him this unhappy so what happened? She turned her attention to the woman by the door and asked. "Rye's not his usual cheery self. Why is that Mrs. Porter?"

She walked towards the little girl and crouched down the floor with her. "I guess he just realized something..."

"What did he realize?"

She gave her a sad smile and replied "One of the most important things in life."

You never knew what you've got until it's gone...

And no, Rye isn't in love with Amaryllis...

Anyways, I had to choose a name so I decided to combine the suggestions of Shadamyrox13 and nzlouise. I used the suggestions of Narcissesme, ClumsyCapitolUnicorn, Sorceress Of The Fake, Thalia Mellark and egel-0507 for the other tributes' names. I combined a few names so I hope that's okay and if I forgot to mention someone who suggested please tell me and I will properly thank them in the next chapter.

I didn't push through with my first idea and it took me a really long time to finish this but here it is. I'm also thinking of adding in a one sided-senffie sort of thing but I guess that would be too much. What do you guys think?

Anyways, sorry for the long update but I do hope you guys liked this chapter. Please review :D