Tigris worked her magic, lending us clothes to cover our army clothes and weapons; she plastered us in makeup and, by the time she was done, we barely recognised each other. We then decided to split up into three groups; Pollux and Cressida, then Peeta and I, then, finally, Finnick and Gale.

It was Finnick and Gale's job, as the two bringing up the rear, to watch mine and Peeta's backs so that we could get to Snow's mansion without any trouble. They must have done their job because we didn't run into any trouble.

"What do we do?" I asked him as we reached the gates and saw that the Peacekeepers were grabbing the children first, putting them into a pen type structure between the people and the mansion.

"I'm not sure" he states, squinting into the pen "but that's disgusting, isn't it? He's built up a barricade of children to protect him."

I grimace and nod. "That's Snow for you, Sweetheart" I say, mimicking Haymitch.

Peeta snorts before he says something that confuses me. "Prim!"

I almost snap my neck turning around to see my sister walking toward us, breaking away from the rest of her group who headed for the pen of children, smiling. "Hey! Katniss!" She runs at me and wraps her arms around my neck "Reed's fine! The moment we found out that you were alive for definite, Haymitch and Cinna stormed her office and took him back. He's with our mother and Coin has a broken nose" she giggles at the memory.

I tighten my arms around her in relief "I missed you, little duck."

"Missed you too," she says "though we never believed you were dead; it would take a lot more than tar to finish you off."

"You have too much faith in me, Prim" I say before explosions break up the conversation.

We whirl back around to see that the pen, filled with the children and the rebel medics who were trying to help, had all but been ignited by bombs. "I should go and help!" Prim says, going to pull away but I keep my grip on her, sensing that something wasn't right. "Katniss, let me go, I've got to help them!"

The cause of the explosions were the little silver balls, sent down by parachutes, like the ones in the games. Not all of them had gone off, however. I could see some of the children, holding them, looking confused at the chaos around them, before the rest of the parachutes went off.

Prim shrieked, her entire body trembling and Peeta and I fought to restrain her. "There's no one left to help!" I yell at her "Prim!" I grab her arms and shake her "Primrose! You are no good to anyone if you're dead!" God only knows if there will be another attack and I couldn't bear to lose my little sister. "Prim, who sent you here? Who sent you with the rest of the medics?" I ask, feeling that it was a little strange that she'd been allowed to come to the Capitol when she wasn't yet eighteen or qualified.

"Coin" she whispered "she thought it would be good for my training to get some field experience."

"Coin?" I moan, pressing my head into her shoulder "Prim, she sent you here to die with the children!"

Prim's eyes widened as she takes in my words. "But she wouldn't…would she?"

"If you hadn't stopped to talk to us, Prim, you'd have exploded in there" Peeta tells her, causing Prim to sag against me.

The Capitol fell almost as quickly as those parachutes and Snow was imprisoned somewhere in the mansion and Coin has accepted the task of running Panem until we have an official vote.

Gale, Finnick, Pollux and Cressida made it safely to the mansion and they, along with myself, Peeta and Prim, were given rooms in the mansion to await the verdict of Snow's trial so I had to stay in the Capitol. Peeta and I also had to wait to see Reed and my mother as Thirteen wouldn't be sending out another hovercraft for another week or so but, as long as we knew that they were safe, even though we were anxious to see our son, Peeta and I didn't mind.

"I hope there's no hard feelings between you and I" Coin says on the second day of my stay, when she'd called me into her office "I thought that Reed would be a good motivator."

I stare at her, wanting to call her every name under the sun, but I held my tongue. Coin wants me dead, she wants to hurt me, so I've got to make it look like I like her to stay off of her kill list. "I understand, of course I do" I tell her "I'm just happy you were prepared to take care of him if the worst did actually happen."

She nods "I'm glad that you see it that way; I was a little worried."

Of course she should have been worried! She should still be worried, I want to kill her! "No cause for worry, Alma" I force myself to smile "you were acting upon the best of intentions."

"Good, anyway, I have a little treat for you." Coin tells me just as the doors to her office opens and in steps none other than Effie Trinket looking just as she always does.

"Effie!" I sigh in relief. Nobody had heard from her, we all thought the worst. "We thought you'd died." I admit, accepting her hug.

"Not me" she smiles "how are you, Katniss?"

"Good," I turn to Coin "am I allowed to go?"

When Coin nods, I pull Effie from the room and towards where Prim, Peeta, Finnick and Gale were. Together, we tell her everything she'd missed out on.

We spent the next week swapping stories, reminiscing and wondering how things will be different from now on until, one day, the doors, of the sitting room, swing open and in marches Haymitch with Reed tucked under his arm.

"Nice to see you alive, Sweetheart" Haymitch greets me as I take Reed from him and hold him close, kissing his head, before embracing Haymitch as well.

"Could say the same" I tell him "thank you for looking out for Reed."

He smiles fondly at my son and just nods as he says "he's family, Sweetheart."

My mother entered the room behind him, I allowed her to embrace me as I whispered the same thanks to her. "Haymitch" I say, pulling away from my mother and letting Peeta hold his son. "Effie's here."

Haymitch's eyes light up for a moment before he nods. "Great, tell her that, if she wants to see me, I'll be getting drunk in the bar room" before he turns on his heel and walks out.

Regardless of Haymitch's reaction, we all knew that there was more to it and, not two days later, I was proven right when I accidentally take a wrong turning to the bathroom and find the two hauled up in a broom closet. I don't even think they noticed me but, still, I shut the door as quietly as I could before leaning up against the wall as I tried to calm myself down from laughing so much.

Finally, the decision made to execute Snow and that particular task was given to me. I stand there, staring at the old man, with one arrow in my quiver, as Coin reads off a list of his crimes.

I hadn't told my Peeta what I'd planned to do. Snow wouldn't be president again which means that I have to sort out the current president. Coin. My arrow, meant for Snow, was going to pierce her. I was going to kill Alma Coin and I didn't tell Peeta because I knew that I'd probably be sentencing myself to death. I look over at him; he looks perfect, as he always does, as he holds our son to him. Peeta smiles at me, offering encouragement, before I position my arrow and let it fly.

It hits my intended mark and Coin falls from her platform, landing on the surface below. Dead and gone.

I don't even have a chance to smile before all hands are on me and I'm being dragged back into mansion. I'm dumped in a familiar room. The room Coin had called all of the remaining victors to vote for another games using the Capitol children. I'd voted yes, to satisfy her.

The fact that she'd even asked the question should have made the alarm bells ring. We didn't need another Snow on our hands.

I'm not alone in there for long.

The door opens and in walks Haymitch, Peeta, Finnick, Enobaria, Johanna, Annie and Beetee. "Well done, Sweetheart" Haymitch says, pushing me into a chair. I couldn't work out if he was being sarcastic or not.

"We knew what you were going to do" Peeta tells me, taking the seat beside me and handing Reed over. I gratefully accept my son, closing my eyes. I never thought that I'd get to hold him again.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"You're not exactly a hard person to read" Johanna says, rolling her eyes. "Snow's dead anyway; choked on his own blood, the idiot. Bit pathetic really."

"So why are we all here again?"

"We're voting for the games again" Haymitch replies "and this time, we want honest answers. Nothing influenced by Coin."

"So wait" I shake my head in confusion "I'm not in trouble?"

"We cleaned up this mess before you'd even made it" he tells me, smirking a little.

"Look" Finnick sighs "Coin was as much of a threat as Snow was; we're better off without her. Now can we get to voting so that we can finally go home?"

This time round, everyone voted no to the games. We weren't like Snow, nor were we like Coin, we don't kill needlessly, especially the innocent. No matter how angry we were at the Capitol and their customs, it was how they were raised. The children were not to blame.

"So we're free?" I ask Haymitch as we walk toward the hovercraft that was going to take us back to twelve. No more games? No more rebellion? We free?

"Yes, Sweetheart" he says, his arm around Effie's shoulder "we're free."

Don't worry, I haven't finished it. Just had to get everything done before I can start my own story again. After they've moved back to twelve. Hopefully update a bit more later.

I wonder how different it'll be. Oh the possibilities are endless! ;)