Hey again! This is my next chapter! It's a bit sad and gory, but hopefully you'll like it! :)

Effie

Effie sat on her bed, listening to Haymitch fumbling around outside. He was obviously getting something to drink. Her heart sunk. Could he manage five minutes without drinking alcohol? It seemed impossible.

What could have happened to him to make him drink so much? Yes, he had killed people, but none of the other victors drunk as he did. Yes, they drunk, but not to the extent that he went to.

Effie realised that, even though she thought she had seen Haymitch's entire Games, her mother had made her go out of the room at points. Knowing what she knew now, she realised that she had missed some parts, like the final battle, and the end of the Games, when the Victor was crowned.

Effie slipped out into the living room when she was sure that Haymitch had disappeared back to his room. She didn't want him to find out what she was going to get.

She had to know what possessed him to drink so much. It was curiosity that spurred her on, and the feeling that if she knew what he was upset about, that she could help him deal with it.

She rooted through the film cupboard in the living room, flicking through the cases marked with numbers. Her fingers brushed against the case marked with a 50, and the name of the Victor, Haymitch Abernathy. Each apartment in the building had all of the previous Games on disk, so that the tributes could watch past Games if they wanted to, to figure out their strategies.

She grabbed the case and sat in front of the television, putting the disk into the player. She scooted back to sit by the sofa, watching the Games.

She flicked through the reapings, only stopping at District Twelve's. The girls were selected, Anabeth Johnson and Maysilee Donner, and then the boys, Tomas Wilde and Haymitch Abernathy. Effie watched as the boy that she had spent her entire childhood fantasizing over walked up onto the stage, his eyes full of contempt and hatred.

She heard something that she hadn't heard before during that reaping, a girl screaming Haymitch's name. She was beautiful, a Seam girl by the looks of it. The Peacekeepers were restraining her, but she wouldn't give up, shouting that she loved him, no matter what.

The cameras flicked back to Haymitch, and Effie saw him nod his head and mouth "I love you too" to her.

Effie was puzzled, what had happened to that girl? Haymitch didn't have any lovers in the Capitol, or in District Twelve, that she knew of.

She fast forwards it to the Games, skipping the interviews and training.

As she watched, she realised that her parents really had kept a lot from her. Sending her out of the room when anything bad was about to happen. She watched as many children were slaughtered. Her six-year-old self probably couldn't cope with that, but her twenty-six-year-old self could, barely.

When she reached Maysilee's death, she realised what Haymitch must have been feeling. He let her go. He could have kept her with him, but he let her break the alliance and leave. And then he wasn't fast enough to save her.

He held her hand as she died, and Effie could see the grief and regret in his eyes. When Maysilee died, and she heard that familiar scream, she knew that it was the scream of a broken man.

Tears appeared in Effie's eyes as she watched.

Suddenly, there were screams and shouts that didn't come from the television. They were coming from Haymitch's room.

Effie curled up tighter into a ball, not going to see him. She knew that he was having a nightmare, probably about the very thing that she was watching now.

When it got to the final battle between Haymitch and Amalia, Effie watched it with wide eyes, as this was the first time she had seen this battle. It was brutal, no wonder her mother had made her sit outside. Haymitch took out Amalia's eye a one point, making Effie cringe. She stabbed him in the stomach with her axe, making a huge, bloody gash. He held the wound, trying to stop any vital organs from falling out. The thought made Effie gag as she watched.

He was by the cliff now, at the edge of the arena. Amalia threw her axe, and Effie gasped, seeing how close it came to hitting Haymitch. However, he ducked at the last minute, and it went over the edge. There was a moment's pause, where Amalia looked defeated, and then the axe was flying back up at her, embedding itself in her head and knocking her backwards.

The cannon sounded, and Haymitch passed out.

Effie sat there, frozen with shock, as Haymitch was lifted from the arena. The full force of what he had done hit her. He had manipulated the Games, played the Gamemakers' weapon to his own advantage. That couldn't have gone unnoticed, right?

She was about to turn off the television, when President Snow flashed up. Effie leant in, curious as to what he had to say.

"As punishment for the Victor, Haymitch Abernathy's, actions, I hereby condemn those he loves from District Twelve to death. The public execution will be conducted tomorrow, at noon. Viewing is required by all."

Shock gripped Effie's body as she watched the picture of President Snow transform into that of a great stage. Peacekeepers lined the walls, and three people sat in the middle of the stage, beaten and bloody. A small corner of the screen was different; it showed Haymitch in another room. It was obviously there to show his reaction to the killings.

Fear gripped Effie's body. She watched as a boy was dragged by the Peacekeepers to a block in the middle of the stage.

President Snow's voice boomed out to the audience.

"Haymitch Abernathy. Your actions with the force field have led me to condemn your family to death. This is your fault, your doing. Watch as they die. And let this be a warning to all those who dare try and defy the Capitol."

An executioner walked across the stage, a great axe in hand. The boy looked up and fear became etched onto his face. He looked about fourteen years old, and by the striking resemblance to Haymitch, Effie guessed that they were brothers. They had the same dark hair and olive skin, and their faces were similar. On the little segment showing Haymitch, Effie could see him struggling in the Peacekeepers' grasp, trying to get free to save his brother.

However, he was too late. The executioner swung and decapitated the poor boy with one strike.

Effie screamed, the blood making her gag. Haymitch was screaming too, trying to get free.

The boy's body was removed, and a woman was pulled from her chair. She must have been Haymitch's mother, they looked alike. She wasn't crying, and didn't look scared at all. She just looked straight ahead at the crowd.

The Peacekeepers didn't lead her to the block that her son died on, instead they led her to scaffold, where a noose hung, waiting for her.

Haymitch was screaming "Mother!" inaudibly, still struggling in vain to get free.

They put her into the noose, and moved away from her. Haymitch's mother looked into the camera and mouthed "I forgive you."

That was obviously for Haymitch, who was obviously cut up with grief about his family's death. Knowing that he had his mother's forgiveness might have made it a bit better.

The lever was pulled, and Haymitch's mother's body fell and snagged on the rope, the neck cracking loudly. Effie winced at the crack, it sounded horrible.

Haymitch was screaming again, tears running down his cheeks, sagging limply against the chair now.

Then, finally, a girl was pulled from her chair. At first, Effie thought that she was his sister. Then, as the girl lifted her head, Effie recognised her. The girl that had screamed at Haymitch at the reaping. This was her. Haymitch's girl.

Neither the noose nor the axe was her fate. Instead, she was led to a table and strapped in. A man came over with a knife and started cutting at her slowly. She screamed at the pain, trying to get away from the knife, and only succeeding in cutting her wrists in the cuffs.

"Haymitch! Haymitch, I love you! I'm sorry!" She screamed as the knife went further in.

Suddenly, the executioner drove the knife into her chest and pulled down, producing spurts of blood. He reached into her open chest and pulled her heart out, showing it to the crowd.

Haymitch screamed more, screaming the girl's name inaudibly.

Then, President Snow's voice came over the shouts of the crowd.

"Let this be a lesson to all. It will happen to you, if you act this way."

Then, the television went blank, and Effie sat there, frozen.

No wonder her parents hadn't wanted her to watch. She was disgusted even watching it now. She wanted to throw up.

She had wanted to know what all his fuss was about, why he called the Capitol monsters and why he drunk so much. Now she had found out, and she realised that she wished she was ignorant. Ignorance was bliss, and it certainly was in this situation.

Haymitch drunk so much because he felt guilty. He felt guilty about his family and his girlfriend. And probably about all those people that he had killed, or who had died because of him. Maysilee, Amalia, Karl, Ileana, all the other tributes that had died in the nineteen years that he had been a mentor. All of their blood was on his hands. Or so he must have thought.

Effie looked back to Haymitch's room slowly. The shouting had stopped; his nightmares must have stopped too. Did he drink to stop having the nightmares? He must do.

A thought hit Effie. Was Haymitch so standoffish with the tributes because he was scared of getting close to them? Because he knew that they were going to die?

Thousands of questions spun around her head. Her perfect vision of Haymitch had shattered. He wasn't the god that she thought he was. He was a man, a mortal, grief-stricken man.

She knew that she needed to help him through this, whatever it took.

It's a little bit short, this one, but I'll post a longer chaper soon! Hopefully we should get some romance soon! :P Please review! :)