Chapter 13

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I HAVE RETURNED FROM HOLIDAY! Updates will be on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday if I have time to get them up. There are two more chapters left but I-... I think I'll tell you at the end! *evil face*

I had sunken back into the hard chair in the bakery when I heared the Capitol anthem. My family suddenly poured into the room, anxiously waiting to hear what twist it will be, as I will be mentoring with Katniss and Haymitch. President Snow appeared on the screen, smiling and holding the card. He told us what had happened in the previous Quells.

"On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it."

How horrid. Imagine if your parents or a family member chose you to be a tribute. If she could, if we were alive then, Mother would have chosen all 3 of us and kept Eve safe.

"On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes."

Wait... that was the year Haymitch won?! Now you can't even imagine him being sober for a day, let alone killing 47 tributes. The living room went silent; everyone wondered what the pitiless president was about to say.

"And now we honour the third Quarter Quell," we all watched as a little boy brought Snow a white envelope. "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

I turned to look at my family. Owen and Father looked horrified, Matthew once again smirking and Mother cackled. Yes, CACKLED. I couldn't take it anymore. Katniss and I would be going into The Hunger Games again and she was laughing?

I stood up and bolted out of the door. I knew where I was going. But as long as I was away from the Town Witch, it wouldn't really matter. That was my mother's nickname. Hoping to get there quicker, I ran into the town square. The whipping post was still up and covered with blood from when Gale was whipped less that a week ago. I turned around to Father's hoarse voice calling out.

"Peeta!" he called. "Where are you?"

I just kept running and running to the Victor's Village. I slammed my door shut and sobbed as hard but as quietly as I could. On the bright side, I was gonna see Eve again, AND be away from Mother and Matthew. That was my best option. It was either that or commit suicide here and now. As I decided against it, I remembered what I had thought in the Games.

I washed my face and ran the 25 yards to Haymitch's house. Neither Katniss or I ever knock when we go to Haymitch's house. He's normally asleep or to hungover/drunk to answer the door anyway. As I entered, he was near tears and muttering.

"It's gonna be like trying to kill you, May. I can't kill Chaff. He's pretty much my family. Even though I only see him once a year."

Haymitch snapped out of his daze and faced me:

"I already know what you're gonna say, kid."

"You do?" I replied.

He laughed humorlessly. "O'course I do. Ya gonna ask me to save Katniss."

I noded. "I'm going to volunteer so I'll make sure it's her coming home."

Haymitch almost spat out his liquor. "Are ya nuts? You got no chance o' comin' outtta that arena."

"I know," I said. "That's the point."

Okay, okay. The thing I wanted to say was...

Do you guys want a sequel?

Because I already have one planned, but do you want that or another story? I personally could do both, just as you guys are the readers, your opinion really matters.

Also, is anyone a fan of Undertale? Tell me your fave characters if you are!

(Mine are Undyne, Papyrus and Alphys!)

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