"After interest in the Games drops to an all time low, President Snow is determined to regain the once amazing popularity. Twelve tributes. One 'arena.' And one game-changing twist. Welcome to the 80th Hunger Games, the Rebirth."
~ The Rebirth Games ~
Chapter Twenty-Two:
Unmasked: Part 1
I'm swimming in the gentle waves along the shore of District 4. I'm laughing in the woods with Maris and Cas and Seidon. I'm in my living room with my parents watching television as the fire flickers in the mantlepiece. I see Tren. Igneous. Maris. Solly. I see them all. Then a split second later, they fade from my memory.
"You are the Mockingjay, Danix.." Celia continues. "You killed them all."
"Quit with the crap," I mutter with a worried tone.
A single tear streams down her face. "You killed them all.. I've known it all along. All those times I called you out for being the murderer, I was right. I only started being nice today because I just knew I had to tell you and end it all."
"I'm no murderer."
"Danix... You are. You just can't remember."
"But- but.. I chased the Mockingjay down into that basement once they killed Solly.. They trapped me down there!"
Celia shakes her head and slowly walks towards me. She wraps her arms around me and whispers in my ear.
"It was you. All you.. Doesn't it make sense? The killer locks himself in the basement but is somehow freed when the door randomly opens.. Sounds very fishy. It was the plan you had with the Gamemakers all along. "
"I watched as the Mockingjay killed Igneous."
"It was you, Danix," Celia says. "You were the only one in that room with him. No witnesses to tell the tale but you.. The Gamemakers... They're doing something to your memories. To warp them, make you think differently. We all know that the killer and the last survivor can become victors.. I can help us both win. We can be bathed in riches forever."
I'm no murderer. I'm no psycho. I am Danix Tides. I am from District 4. I never hurt a single person during my time in this arena.
"We can do this.."
With all my power in the world, I shove her onto the floor as hard as I can. She lands straight on her back. I pick up my spear and she lets out an ear-piercing scream of terror.
"You've finally accepted that it's you! But please don't do this to me! We can both escape and live forever!"
I hestitate and pause. I am the murderer. It's been in my blood all this time. It all makes too much sense. I drop my spear onto the ground. My mind is cleared. I know the truth. I'll never hurt another person ever again.
I am the Mockingjay. And that's why I am not confused when the Mockingjay appears from the corner of my eye in the room. I'm seeing it all. Their fist knocks me back, I collapse to the ground and everything fades to darkness.
When I open my eyes, I recognize my surroundings instantly. The bedroom. The exact same room except no Mockingjay is anywhere to haunt me. Just like earlier, sitting on a stool beside the bed is Are, except Celia is nowhere to be found. "I heard Celia scream.. By the time I got here, she was gone and you were knocked unconscious. I went back to get the others for help. They're gone."
"I am the Mockingjay," I spit out.
Are shakes his head. "No.. No you're not."
"Celia told me."
"She's just trying to trick you, as per usual. Look.." In his hands is his music box, the final one. "The note inside mine was that the box was going to be unlocked once Tren got hers open.."
Tren screams my name with a smile on her face. She's happy. She has succeeded. She has accomplished. The key is in the hole. She twists it, unlocks the box, flips up the lid, and all I see is fire. I'm knocked backwards as she goes up in flames.
"She got hers open.." Are lifts up the lid of his box and the ballerina begins to spin once again. He then pulls open the final flap, and inside is the last note. He unwraps it and reads it out loud.
"I want Danix to die as he sees the face behind my mask. Head to the bed in any of the bedrooms.."
I am not the Mockingjay. I am no murderer. I am no psycho. Then suddenly, between the bed and the bedside-desk, a trap door flips open. All I see down the hole is darkness.
"What the hell.." I mutter.
"You're not going down there alone," Are says sternly. "I'm going to protect you."
"That note didn't mention you. The Mockingjay wants me and me only." I pull back the covers and hop out of my bed. We both inspect the trap door.
"If I die down there, know that it was in honor of you.."
Suddenly, the door bursts open, the Mockingjay standing out in the hall with a butcher's knife. Are sprints forward and slams the door shut, then the blade stabs through the wood, right beside his cheek. The door flings open and he stumbles backwards, the Mockingjay stepping inside.
"Run!" he yells to me, turning his head around. "Jump down in the hole! I'll defend you!" Just as he tilts his head back around, I watch as the knife plunges deep into his chest.
"Are!" I yell as he grabs onto the Mockingjay's arm. "Are!"
The Mockingjay yanks it back out, and letting out a huge roar, Are slams the Mockingjay back into the wall. The figure slashes across his chest again and he collapses onto the floor. I scream, I shout, tears running down my face, but I've got no time. The Mockingjay looks up and gives me a glare, running straight towards me. I only have one option.
I jump down into the depths of the hole and land firmly on the ground. I stumble around in the darkness, running my hands along the walls until I feel something. I flick the switch, and on either wall, lights flash to life, illuminating a long tunnel of red bricks. I run as fast as I can down the tunnel, meters away from the entrance, and then I hear a stomp. I stop on my trail and slowly spin around, watching as the Mockingjay drops their knife onto the ground. They reach their hand behind their back and they unclip a huge sharp axe from their costume.
"I'm here, just like you wanted!" I yell. "Take off your mask!"
They walk forward, axe hanging by their side, stomping towards me with every step. They stare straight at me and slowly reach their hand up to their face. They stop just a few feet away from me and grab onto the mask. They pull it upwards until it completely comes off their head and I get a full view of their face. No tricks, no twists. Not a person I've never seen before. I know this person and we've communicated before.
After a few seconds of silence between us two, I call out their name.
Author's Note:
So this is it. In the very next chapter, the Mockingjay will finally be revealed.
Hello everyone! Welcome to Chapter Twenty-Two of The Rebirth Games: Unmasked: Part 1! Part 1? If that's not clear enough, obviously there's going to be Part 2! :)
Part 2 is going to be... Umm.. 'Revealing' to say the least. The next chapter is basically the climax of all this craziness. You're going to know the Mockingjay's name, you're going to recognize the person and you're going to be pleased hopefully. xD
So.. Damn, this chapter. What about that opening with Celia and Danix?! Holy cow! Did you all start to think that Danix was the Mockingjay?! And who knows, he might still be! If you think he's not, obviously you must be thinking that Celia is lying then. Why would she be lying? Let me know your thoughts!
Also, ARE IS DEAD! :((((((
(AsgardianGrizzly, don't murder me.)
And guess what..? TONIGHT, the next chapter will be PUBLISHED! Yes, I'm not torturing you by making you wait a day or two for the Mockingjay's reveal. Today is the double-bananza! xD
This is so terrifying. Months of having these ideas in my head. Now in the next chapter, all my private ideas will be yours to know! Oh my gosh, it's scary but exciting! So, time for FINAL PREDICTIONS!
Before we get the chapter later today, leave me a review with your FINAL GUESSES! Who will live? Who will die? Will the Mockingjay live or die? WHO is the Mockingjay?! So many questions and so many answers yet to come! ALL your questions that you have been asking since the beginning will be answered revolving ALL the characters (not in the next chapter, but over the next few chapters). Maris, Beetee, Finnick, Solly, Fern, Livvy; EVERYONE!
Get ready! Chapter Twenty-Three, the big question is answered. WHO. IS. THE. MOCKINGJAY?!
Thank you all so much for reading, byeeeee! :D