"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-Three:

Unmasked: Part 2

Previously on The Rebirth Games:

"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.

"Celia."

Her blonde hair flows down and she gives me a grin. "Hey bitch. Thought you had seen the back of me, huh?"

"I knew it.. I knew it was you all along," I stutter, stumbling on my words. "You killed them all."

"But you didn't know it was me all along, you coward. You changed your mind basically every two seconds!" She drops the mask on the floor and it lands with an echoing thud.

"Tren.. You chased her, Are and I in the village earlier today." I mutter to myself, thinking of all the fallen tributes in my head. "You killed Mara..."

"Correct!" she exclaims. "Starting to put together all the pieces? These tunnels go everywhere in this arena, and I mean everywhere. Every single room in this mansion has them.

The tributes roam around the house, chatting, admiring everything, while Celia grins to herself in her room. She whips out her knife and she carefully runs it along the crease of the trapdoor beside her bed. She pulls up the lid and stares down into the darkness. From the closet in the corner of her room, she pulls out the Mockingjay suit and smiles at the mask.

She puts the costume on and heads down into the tunnels. She walks through slowly, determined, the knife ready in her hand. Around one of the bends, she walks up a flight up stairs and pushes upwards on the ceiling. A slab of tile in the bathroom floor. She climbs up through the hole and into the bathroom. Her hand draws back the curtains on the shower and Mara screams in horror.

"I can't describe the feeling I had in that moment," she chokes, truly excited by her memories. "Seeing that hoe bleed.. and scream.. it just.. made me feel something on the inside. A feeling I can't really explain!"

"Since when did you become a fantastic archer?" I ask. "You killed so many people in the village today."

"They weren't people! And besides, training everyday until the Games was so fun!"

Celia, gowned in tight gym clothing, draws back on her arrow in the Training Center. She draws back on her arrow, lets it loose and it hits a perfect bullseye on the target. The Gamemakers sitting off by the side erupt into cheers, dropping biscuit crumbs and spilling their delicious chocolate pork cake slices.

Celia smiles and gives a bow.

"They all loved me so, so, so much!" she exclaims, but then her face suddenly frowns. "But not enough.."

"What do you mean?"

She changes the subject and slowly steps forward, swinging her axe in the air. "I was on that rooftop last night too.. If it wasn't for that stupid Fern bitch, I would have revealed myself to you earlier and it would all be over by now!"

"How did Fern know we were going to be up there? Where did she get that gun?!"

Celia sighs. "She caught me in the act."

Celia looks both directions in the hall, making sure no one is around. Confident, she steps outside her room completely dressed in her Mockingjay, the three music boxes in her hands. She places them by each of the three doors and knocks on Danix's. Immediately, she runs down the hall while struggling to put on her mask. Meanwhile, Fern's eye peers out through the gap in complete horror.

She quickly jumps out into the hallway and chases after Celia. Oblivious, Celia continues to run along, through the living room, up the stairs and up onto the roof while Fern tags closely behind. Brave enough, Fern heads back and to the basement. She opens the door harmlessly and gasps.

"Oh my goodness.." whispers Livvy. "You have come to free me?!"

"No, I haven't! But I know who the Mockingjay is; it's Celia!"

"Well, of course.. I know that... See ya!" Livvy jumps past Fern and runs straight out the front door. Irritated, Fern runs down the steps of the basement and grabs a shotgun from the weaponry. By the time she reaches the door to the roof, she already see's Danix confronting Celia.

Celia gets closer and closer to me, holding her axe in both hands now. "Pushing me off that roof never killed me, Danix.."

The ground slowly lowers, opening up a snowy ramp down into the underground tunnels. Celia scrambles forward through the snow, slides down and the ramp shuts back up. Umbree stands at the entrance with a smile on her face.

"I knew making the suit indestructible was a good idea."

"Wait," I spit out. "You're telling me Umbree was helping you all this time?"

"Yes," Celia replies. "I was down in that Control Room laughing at you crying over poor little Fern's body.. Pathetic. She had me ready to go back through those tunnels and up into my bedroom if anyone was going to go and speak to me.. No one did, but I was in on all your plans to go to that village. This house is riddled with cameras recording us and our voices, even right now.."

Celia points her axe out into the air, straight towards me. "Say high to the Gamemakers right now or die."

"You're gonna kill me anyway!" I yell. "What about the first night when you attacked me?! Did you have that all planned too?!"

Celia nods.

Celia walks through the underground tunnels, up two steps and pulls away the loose bricks above her head. She climbs up and squeezes around inside the closet, pushes open a panel in front of her and drops down under the floorboards. On her stomach, she wriggles around, knocking several times on the floor. Above the floorboards and on the carpet, Danix stares around the room in fear. She moves backwards, up into the closet and bursts out with her knife, charging straight at Danix at the door.

"I never even knocked on the door yet you thought I was there.." Celia says. "Are you dumb?"

"You're never going to get away with this, you little bitch!" I yell. "They'll all see! They'll know it's you, they're going to kill you and they will get away!"

"None of them will get away, I'll kill them all. Screw the whole 'killer and one survivor' crap. I'll kill the last survivor so it's only me getting out!" Celia screams. She does a forward flip through the air, and once her feet reach the ground, she kicks me straight in the chest. I'm launched backwards and I fall straight to the ground. She brings the axe up behind her head. "Any last words?"

"Yeah.." I mutter. "Katniss Everdeen was the Mockingjay for the third rebellion, just like you for the Games.. And that girl never survived." I jump up and sprint as fast as I can towards her, but instead of tackling, I attempt to dodge her and head to the left. She grabs me by the shirt and tosses me down like I'm a rag doll. A human with super strength, she is. She slams her axe straight down to the ground and I roll to the side, barely missing the hit. She brings it back up and I tumble forward just before the blade smacks me again. I'm behind her now. I jump up and she swings her axe around. I tilt backwards and watch as it barely skims past my throat, centimeters away from impact. I shove her into the wall, she stumbles on her own feet and she falls to the ground.

I sprint past her and she crawls forward. I snatch the knife up off the ground and turn around, watching as she gets up and runs towards me. The blade of the axe scrapes against the wall, forming sparks and making a screeching sound. I spin around the corner seeing one of Celia's special 'staircases.' I run up the steps to a dead end, but I know it just can't be. I push on the bricks, desperately hoping I hit a button but I fail. I press on the roof, and suddenly a few brick blocks cave in on me. They fall to my feet and tumble down the steps just as Celia turns the corner.

"Oh, using my own hidden routes to escape?" she calls out. I grab onto the ledge and pull myself up, just my feet dangling from the ground. I look around the room and I know where I am; beside the oven in the kitchen.

"Only I can use my hidden routes!"

She grabs on my feet and pulls me down and I fall onto the ground. She raises the axe as high as she can, but before she gets the final chop, I stab my knife as hard as I can into her boot. The blade shoots through the leather and I hear an odd crunch. She roars in pain and tumbles backwards, falling straight back down the stairs. I quickly climb back up through the hole and into the kitchen. I run around the table in the center and into the living room. I raise my knife, stare straight at the hole and prepare my aim. Once her head pops up, I'm ready to throw. Ready to get the final death in this house. The death to end it all. No more accusations. No more Mockingjays. No more fights. This is it.

But suddenly, I feel a rumble beneath my feet. I watch as the rug to my right flies up into the air and a trap door flings open. Celia springs out and wraps her arms around me, holding me in a headlock.

"Move and I kill you!"

I follow her orders and stay as motionless as I can. Sweat runs across my forehead and I pant heavily. "Please- just please don't.. Don't do this to me. I thought we could be the ones to live forever and be victors."

"Oh, we could, sweet little Danix.. Notice the word could?! It doesn't mean we will!" she yells. "And we certainly won't be! Happy Hunger Games..."

She brings her axe high up into the air.

"...and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

She lets out a gut-wrenching scream, and through our shadows on the wall, I watch as the axe comes to a stop about halfway through the air. I tilt my head up and look at a golden blade straight through her neck. Blood oozes out, and once a drop splashes on my cheek, I fling her body off of me. To my shock, I watch as a second Mockingjay wraps their hands around her neck and twists it sharply. I hear bones snapping and I cringe in discomfort. The Mockingjay gets a firm grip on her head and flips her over, slamming her straight into the glass coffee table. It shatters instantly and Celia's dead body sits awkwardly in pieces of broken glass. Her frozen eyes stare straight into mine, completely cold dead.

The Mockingjay lifts up their arm, showing off their long bladed wings. They pull on one of the golden feathers and it comes off completely. Like a little dagger in their hand. There's a blank space where one should fit, but that's already in Celia's throat. I can already tell that Celia is a cute puppy compared to this person. This one seems like a vicious beast. From their actions to Celia, even to their actual presence in the room. There's something unsettling. There's something... familiar. Something that seems surprisingly friendly.

Their hand slowly grabs onto their feathery mask and they pull it off their head completely. And finally, I get to see their face.

"You don't know how good it is to finally be open with you, brother," says Are.

Brother.

A newborn baby silently cries as the mother holds it in her arms. She sits up in the hospital bed as the father stands by her side, a small tear streaming down his face. A nurse stands at the door, a huge smile on her face.

"What are you going to name him?"

"Danix. We're going to name him Danix," the mother says, sniffling between each word.

"What a lovely name.." the nurse says. "And what about the other one?"

The father spins around, gently rocking the sleeping baby in his arms.

"We're going to name him Are."

Author's Note:

Oh. My... GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO FINALLY GIVE THIS CHAPTER TO YOU ALL! I AM LITERALLY SO EXCITED!

Hello everyone.. Welcome to Chapter Twenty-Three of The Rebirth Games: Unmasked: Part 2! You've waited since November. Now I can finally say it OFFICIALY... CELIA AND ARE ARE THE MOCKINGJAYS! And oh my goodness, I just realized that Are's name is the exact same as 'are,' as in 'the cakes are delicious.' I never even realized until I said Celia and Are are the Mockingjays xD

BUT ANYWAY, YES! There were actually TWO Mockingjays. In this chapter, we answered some questions about certain deaths and the identity of the Mockingjay.. Turns out there were two people! You're going to get lots more answers in the very next chapter, coming out tomorrow! :D

But oh my gosh guys.. I have some explaining to do. If you go back to the chapter called 'Parade' where Are and Celia are introduced, you'll see that Celia PUSHES Are. That's how he's introduced... You see? A bit of acting going on between the two. I told y'all that I planned this from the very start! ;D

There are lots more clues out there, but I'm not going to say them right here. Why? Because we're going to have ARE say them himself! :DDDDDD

So did you see them coming?! Here was my approach while starting this story: make it seem like there was one Mockingjay but have two in the end; one being super suspicious and not really a shocker, one being a TOTAL shocker! When I first read Mama Newtie's review that said Are was his/her favorite character, I FREAKED THE HECK OUT! I was like "OH MY GOSH SOMEONE SAID THE KILLER WAS THEIR FAVOERITR EWDFJJEDKJMFESKDCM."

Then AsgardianGrizzly said it and I continued to go absolutely INSANE! I was thinking either people would hate it because they don't want their favorite to be the villain or they will like it because... well... THEIR FAVORITE IS THE VILLAIN XD I'm the latter, I love when TV shows/movies/books have characters I like turn out to be the villains.. It's fun to have that shock and feel that betrayal. :)

"But MockingClove.. Are was killed by Celia in the last chapter! How is he alive?! Also, what about this moment?! How how how?! Who what where when and how?! BAJKJSDJSK?!"

Don't worry. All questions will be answered in the upcoming chapters, more in the very next one. :)

I told you guys: I've planned this since the beginning, that way pieces can all fall together like a jigsaw. If I randomly just made someone the Mockingjay in this chapter without thinking, there would be plot holes. Remember all those times when Celia got angry and went to her room? Now you know why.. To escape through the tunnels. ;)

So, all I can say is wait until the next chapter to find out more, ESPECIALLY with that cliffhanger. This entire story is gonna take a huge flip for the last few chapters now.

Don't forget to let me know your thoughts in a review or a PM! :D

Thank you all so much for reading, byeeeee! :D