Haymitch

I watch the screen as a re-cap of the opening ceremonies comes on TV. Once again Cinna has worked wonders. All I can think about is Hope. What if she dies? What if she doesn't team up with Jesse like I tried to tell her to do? That Jesse doesn't look it but he is the strongest out of all of those tributes. I met him two years ago at the Hob:

(Flashback)

I stumbled through the town looking for Ripper when I walked into someone. "Watch it, Kid!" I yelled and pushed the boy. I glanced at him, frowned and then walked on. "Stupid blonde idiot should watch where he's going," I muttered to myself, looking behind me to see if the kid was still there. Sure enough, he was and our eyes met. His were an emerald green- a colour that made me suspicious. I narrowed my eyes at him and walked towards him again.

"What's your name kid?" I slurred. For a kid he didn't seem scared at all. He did seem a little nervous though.

"Jesse Davies," he replied.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"The orphanage." I sighed, feeling sorry for him but still suspicious.

"You're not from around here," I said. It wasn't a question but he answered anyway.

"No, but you can't tell anyone," he said.

"Why?"

"Because Snow doesn't want anyone to know," he whispered, taking me by the elbow and leading me into an empty alley.

"Snow? You work for him?" I asked.

"Yeah. He told me a couple of years ago that it was her fault, Katniss Everdeen's, that my parent's died back in District 4. He told me I should get revenge and I agreed. What better way than to kill her daughter?" he had said and I shook my head.

"It wasn't the girls fault. All she wanted was to stop the Hunger Games so everyone could be free. The other District's agreed and started an Uprising but Snow sent Peacekeeper's to every district to kill anyone who fought," I explained. Realisation dawned on the kid.

"What am I meant to do now? Snow promised me that I can have anything I want if I killed her," he said. "Besides, I don't know if you're telling the truth."

"I was her mentor, I know her. When are you meant to kill the girl?" I asked.

"In the arena for the 90th Hunger Games," he said and my eyes widened. Snow planned this all along. He made sure the head Game-maker killed all of the tributes from District 12 so Katniss and Peeta could watch their child die and they'd blame it on their selves.

"Don't go through with it kid," I said. "I'll find a way to get you out of the arena with the girl, okay? When the time comes you do anything to save her, anything. And I will let you live with me in my house and I'll feed you, I'll give you anything you want. Don't trust Snow."

"But Snow will kill me," he whispered.

"Pretend to go along with his plan. If he wants to talk to you about what to do, tell him you have a plan and that you will be-friend Hope so that you're close and you can kill her whenever you want," I said and he agreed. "Now, run along."

(End)

I come out of my flashback when I hear the phone ringing. I stumble out of my seat and to the desk. I pick up the phone and press it to my ear. "Who is it?" I slur.

"It's me- Plutarch," the guy replies

"Ahh, I was waiting for your call. So, do you think we can pull it off?"

"There's a big chance that we can," Plutarch replies.

"What is the plan?" I ask, sitting down and taking another gulp from my bottle.

"The same one we were going to do for the Quarter Quell except we didn't have to do it, Snow let them out," he answers.

"Hmm, this better work," I grumble.

"Hopefully it will," he says. "I think Jesse is going along with your plan, does he know that we are going to save them?"

"I told him I'd find a way but I don't know if he believes me. There are camera's in their rooms in the training centre so I don't think Jesse will be-friend her because Snow will get suspicious. He'll find her in the arena though."

"Great. As soon as we get them out we will head to District 13," Plutarch says.

"If Katniss kills Snow then we won't have to. We'll vote for Paylor to be president and we can all live happily ever after," I reply. Pfft, happily ever after, as if. "We'll talk again."

"Sure, bye." And then the line goes dead.

Jesse

Today is the first day of training and I know that I'll have to stay away from spears, knifes, bows and arrows- any weapon, because I want everyone to think I'm weak. I get changed into my training clothes and head to the dining room for breakfast. After watching the Games last night Hope went to bed and I did the same. Snow had made me watch both Games with her parent's years ago.

I was two years old when my parent's died in District 4 fifteen years ago. They were fighting Peacekeeper's and got killed. Snow ordered the Peacekeeper's to bring some children back to the Capitol to work as slaves. I was one of those children. My father was a victor but once he died everyone forgot about him. One day, when I was twelve years old, I was watering plants in Snow's rose garden. He was there muttering to himself things like, 'I'll kill the child' and 'She'll blame it on herself'. He noticed me watering the plants and had cackled.

He took me into his office and showed me the two Hunger Games that Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark won. He then told me that it was Katniss's fault my parent's died. So, I listened to him and agreed to do as he said. He sent me for training for a couple of months before sending me to District 12. No one cared that I looked different; they thought I'd lived there all along. That is until I bumped into Haymitch Abernathy and he told me the truth.

Still it's hard choosing which plan to go with; I can either kill Hope and get whatever I want from Snow or do what the drunk said and make sure she lives and he'll let me stay with him. I don't want to be a monster. I don't want to kill anyone but Snow will kill me if I don't kill the girl. So, how is the drunk going to get us both out like he promised?

I come out of my thoughts when I realise Effie is knocking my door and telling me it's time for breakfast. I follow her into the dining room and full my plate up before going to sit down next to Hope. "Good morning," I greet.

"Hey," she says and flashes me a smile before looking at her parent's sitting opposite us and frowning. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" her mom asks.

"That I was born in the arena?"

"You never asked where you were born," her father says.

"That's because I always thought it was in District 12," she snaps, stuffing bread into her mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Effie scolds and she rolls her eyes.

"Effie, the last thing on my mind right now is manners," she replies, her mouth still full.

"How do you know, anyway?" Katniss asks and Hope looks away.

"I watched the Games," she whispers and Peeta groans.

"It's time for training," Effie squeaks, probably saving Hope from an argument.

Katniss and Peeta both tell us to get to know people if we want and to not train with weapons we're good at. "Thanks," I say before the elevator closes and we ride down to the training floor.

We step into the room and Hope leaves my side straight away and walks over to a guy that looks a little younger than her. I follow her and my eyes widen when she hugs the boy and then pulls away. "This is Finnick Junior…" she says. "… My alley."

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