*Two hours before the reapings*
Gunner Redstone's POV

Well, guess I'm the only person up for the job. I thought that as I walked towards big brother's victory home. Like always, nobody could get him out of that house, they phoned that house, they had peacekeepers and the district mentors try to get him out of there, but they couldn't convince him to get out. I knew that the peacekeepers and the mentors would have liked nothing more then to break down the door and drag big brother out of his house, but there was a limit on what they could do, even though they were peacekeepers and Hunger Games victors, there were still limitations on their powers. The Capital wanted big brother to come in a democratic fashion, not show up being dragged by peacekeepers and mentors.

Their loss, they have no idea how hard it is to get big brother anywhere without using force. Last time I talked to him, he slammed my face into a tombstone. The Capital didn't understand, and why should they? They don't know him like the rest of us do. To them, he's their product, their pet. To us, he's one of us, part of the district.

I walked down to the house that nobody could get him out of. Big brother was supposed to be mentoring this year's batch of District Two tributes, and since he wasn't dead or on death's door, he was supposed to be in the town square with the rest of the district.

It was stupid, couldn't they see that he didn't want to do it? No, of course not, if they could see they wouldn't have asked him to mentor. They wanted the tributes to be like him. They wanted fighters, killers, monsters. To them, it's the prime cut of entertainment for the games.

Frustrated at the way the Capital looked at him, and our district for that matter, I continued to walk to big brother's house and tried to think of a way to get him out without breaking down his door. Though if I had to choose between democracy and breaking in, I'd choose breaking in, the Capital would be less pissed at me.

I saw the house in the distance and continued to head towards it. While I got closer and closer, I saw and heard someone banging on the door loudly.

Who was that? It couldn't be another peacekeeper, the Capital had sent me in their place.
As I got closer, I saw that it wasn't a peacekeeper. The person in front of me wasn't wearing the standard peacekeeper uniform, she was wearing a pretty black dress and a matching black ribbon in her dirty blond hair to form a loose ponytail.

"Steel!" Holly shouted in a voice that I didn't know wither it was in anger or not. "Steel get out here! We need to talk!" Each time she hit the door I swear the entire front of the house seemed to rattle, and that was scary since Holly didn't seem nearly strong enough to do that.
I got within a foot of her before saying to her in a nasty tone

"Like how he wanted to talk to you before." She turned around to face me, and glared daggers at me. "What?" I asked annoyed at her attitude towards me "all the time big brother wanted to talk to you, you wouldn't let him even say a word before you accused him of something." Which was true. Holly let out a big sigh.

"I know." She said as guilty as they come "it was a huge mistake, I didn't know what he was going through then, I've come to try and make things the way they were before." Things can never be like they were before Holly. And damn right you were making a huge mistake. He was going through hell, and you only added fuel for the hell fire. "Or, at least as close as they can get now."

"Well things can never be the same again." I told her harshly "thanks for the help. Some girl friend you were." She was a real bitch when she found out about the forced prostitution, though she didn't know it was forced, it's still her fault for blowing a hole in the relationship.

"I didn't know." Holly growled at me, her anger was unmistakable. Holly walked right up to me before stopping just inches away from me. I looked down at the girl who was nearly a foot shorter then me, but from the way she looked at me and the way she was standing up to me right now, I felt as if she was the one looking down at me. "I've been trying to talk to him about the mistake I made for nearly six months now." Holly continued to growl at me, not in the least intimidated by how much bigger and stronger I was then her. "But Steel kept on avoiding me, and now I know why that was." As she said the last seven words, she jabbed me in the chest with her right index finger. Even though she wasn't tall, strong, or intimidating looking, I was a little scared of her right now.

But then something clicked in my head. Something that she had said.

"Six months?" I said more to myself then her. Six months? That bugged me. Why was it bugging me. What happened six months ago? Why did she suddenly have a change of heart towards big brother? Think Gunner think. Six months ago. Holly started trying to get to Steel instead of avoiding him. Big brother tried to avoid her. The roles switched after the victory tour. Victory tour. Before that I tried to talk some sense into big brother in the- "were you at the graveyard six months ago?" I asked her thinking back to the graveyard. I half hoped that she was there, but half hoped that she didn't for some strange reason. I wanted them to be back together, big brother was killing himself, she needed to help him, I couldn't do it alone. Most of all, I wanted them to raise their child together. I hoped she was there that day, the day big brother told me everything.

"Yes." She said now looking down to the ground seeming ashamed of herself for spying and listening in on our conversation. I don't know why she should feel that way, but she felt it. "I was there." Well that settled it, I was going to get big brother out of that house even if I had to burn him out.

I went around Holly and walked up to the door and shouted

"Big brother! Open up!" I then started to bang my fists on the door so that he could hear me.
"Hey! Big brother!"

"I've been doing that for nearly an hour," Holly told me as I continued to bang my fists on the front door "I've received no answer, nothing, not even a get lost."

I banged on the door five more times before deciding that enough was enough, big brother had to get out of there and diplomatic matters had failed. Big brother was going to get out of there wither he wanted to or not.

"Stand back Holly." I told her before I took a step back and started to kick at the door as hard as I could. The door rattled as my foot made contact with the hard wood, and rattled my body as well. Each kick hurt my leg, but I didn't care at the moment, everything we thought was wrong, everything we thought we knew was wrong, everything was wrong. Fucking Capital.
The wood started to splinter after several kicks. Damn, either this wood was strong or big brother put on a bunch of locks. The side of the door began to break open after every kick, and soon, the multiple dead bolts that were holding the door closed were getting to their breaking point.

Each kick made the door open wider. Each kick weakened the door. I kicked again. A dead bolt fell to the ground with a clang. Another kick. Another dead bolt fell. I kicked again, two dead bolts fell. Another kick and the door swung open as the last dead bolt was dropped. Now the door was held closed by only the flimsy chain lock. I kicked the door one last time before the chain lock busted off and the door swung open with a loud slamming sound.

As soon as the door open I was overcome with the strong smell of strong liquor, vomit, dirty clothes and burnt food. The odors were so foul that I had to stop myself from coughing and had to cover my nose with my jacket sleeve. God, this place was worse then I thought.

But I soon smelt nothing as I saw something in front of me. I saw nothing except that thing in front of me. I smelt nothing, heard nothing, and couldn't even think of anything as I saw the thing in front of me. Suspended in the air by three feet of thick rope around his neck while swinging slightly from left to right, was big brother with a noose around his neck. He had hung himself.

The thing that I had feared for nearly a year was now a reality. It had happened. Damn it! Why now! Why now!? Just when I thought that things might change even a little he had to do it now!
I heard Holly scream beside me as I felt my legs weaken and I fell to my knees and felt myself getting ready to cry when I noticed a piece of paper tapped to big brother's shirt that read: Monsters don't deserve happy endings.

*One hour before the reapings*
President Frost's POV

I sighed with relief as I pushed the last of the paperwork on my desk. There, I was finished at last. Those fuel stop stations just had to ask me to sign all those papers to make sure that those who stopped at those fuel stations were really Capital authorities. Did they really need to ask? Couldn't they tell from the trains themselves? All well, they probably were just doing their job. And who knows, maybe some district punks thought that they could make a third rebellion.

What a laugh.

I placed all the paperwork into a scanner and pushed the send button before the machine came to life and lighted up the papers inside while giving out a slight buzzing sound. The machine was sending the paperwork to the fuel stop attendants now. I sighed again and placed my hand around a warm cup of tea to drink. I placed the cup to my lips when the doors burst open.

"Mrs. President Frost!" One of my secretaries shouted startling me and making me spit out my tea in surprise making it go all over my desk and equipment before I started coughing. "Oh," she said not knowing what to do or say. "I'm, I'm sorry."

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking!" I shouted as soon as my coughs were done with. I then saw my personal avox start to clean up after my mess in front of me. I then calmed down a bit before asking "what is it?"

"Well, uh, M-Mrs Pr-Pr-President," she said stuttering with her words. It annoyed me, why didn't she just say it instead of sounding like an idiot. "There, appears to be, a, um-" She had improved her wording, but she was still not getting to the point.

"Just say it." I told her trying not to sound mad. "Just say it and get it over with."

"Steel Redstone's dead. He killed himself." No surprise there, that boy was always crazy and was somewhat mentally unstable after exiting the arena. But still, even thought it had little concern to me, other Capital citizens, especially the young girls that paid him for sex and claimed that he loved them. They'd have a massive fit. "What should we do?" She asked worryingly. I thought for a moment before calmly saying my plan.

"Ok, have District two get another mentor, get the one that mentored Steel or something, let the district pick. As for here," A pause came. What should I do? "Tell his "girlfriends" that he died of a sickness or something, something that doesn't say that he killed himself." It would be bad if they found out the truth.

"Yes, Mrs. President." She said before walking out of my office and closing the door behind her. I sighed and wondered what the one hundredth and thirty ninth Hunger Games would bring us. Would there be monsters like Steel? Would there be cowards like there normally are? Or will there be a new Katniss that will start a third rebellion? I hoped that there wouldn't be someone like that, it would be a disaster. A complete disaster. And that was the last thing that the Capital needed right now, another rebellious girl that thought she was invincible. Damn star crossed lovers, District Twelve was always making trouble.

And secretly, I didn't approve of love in the arena, because look at what it did last times. Though one of them put on a good show.

There were only two times love was in the arena. The first was during the infamous seventy fourth Hunger Games. The other was with a District Ten kid named Druid Ray. Back in his game, he and his district partner fell in love and did all that lovey dovey shit in the arena. But then something amazing happened, he killed his lover when the final five came. The Capital citizens were heartbroken and saddened. I thought that it was wonderful.

I looked back down to my desk and saw that everything looked like new. There was no trace of spilt tea anywhere. I was always impressed with my avox, she got things done good and fast.

A/N: A short Panem history lesson:
In the beginning, Katniss and Petta won the 74th Hunger Games. Then came the 75th Hunger games. The victors went into the arena, some made it out, some didn't. Katniss got rescued and got flown to District 13. All the districts were rebelling except for District 2. When District 2 gets bombed, District 2 sided with the Capital resulting in the second rebellion failing.
Katniss along with the rest of the rebellion forces (that got captured after the fight) get executed. The Hunger Games continues.