Haymitch took a seat across from Luce, still not saying a word to explain his suspicious visit and what he wanted. Finnick followed taking a seat next to Luce, Mags in her own chair. They all watched him as he opened his flask -filled with alcohol no doubt- and took a long drink from it before finally speaking up.

"I'm here on serious business, and on behalf of Plutarch Heavensbee." Everyone shared the same wary look to each other before bringing their attention back to him so he could continue, all curious as to what reason the Gamemaker had for him to be here.

"You see, no one is happy about being back in the games. Surely you both can agree, Luce you especially after only having been out these past two years." He gestured to the girl causing her to fidget uncomfortably.

"Which is why me, Plutarch, and some others have all decided that now is the time to end this. Once and for all." He finished taking another long sip of his drink as he gave them a moment to mull over what he just said.

Finnick thought carefully as he replied, "End what..the games?"

"Exactly." Haymitch responded, the look in his eyes showing that he was dead serious. "The end of it all. If we can, we're going to try and stop it for good. But we need help."

Luce looked at Haymitch, eyes connecting as she gave him a look of 'is this even possible?'. The hope she felt swirling inside while also battling the harsh truth of it being nothing but a fantasy.

Without Finnick translating, something he prided himself quite the professional in doing, it took a moment for Haymitch to catch her meaning. But once he connected the dots he nodded, "It's very possible. We started planning this the moment the Quarter Quell was announced and Heavensbee was made Gamemaker. Like I said, only a few know of this and are willing to help. And I want you both in on it too, the more help we have the better chances we have at succeeding."

"How would this even work?" Finnick finally chimed in, still putting certain pieces together as he continued to make sense of it all. Haymitch leaned back in his seat as he waved for one of the servants to grab his flask and refill it for him earning an eyeroll from Luce. If there was one thing she knew about Haymitch Abernathy, it was how to drink up liquor.

As he waited for his refill he sat up again, "It'll start like any other game. You race to the Cornucopia, grab what you can, kill a few along the way. Then you just have to stay alive until we can finalize a way of getting you out. We've been talking to Beetee on some theories of how to..Shut it down so to speak."

From what Luce could understand was that they had parts of a plan, but nothing confirmed. Was this something she could trust? Would Finnick trust it? She glanced over to him to see if he was understanding any of it better than her. Even with how casually Haymitch explained it, there would be major risks all around.

Once in the arena they would have no control over anything. To shut it all down, to bring about the end of the games. It sounded like a feat no one would walk away from. Alive that is. Multiple versions of how wrong everything could go ran through her head, missing the rest of the conversation.

Coming back to reality she only heard the last few names of the tributes who agreed to this growing rebellion. Haymitch looked to Luce with an apologetic smile, "May I talk privately with Finnick for a moment?" He asked, his tone lighter and different from his speech moments ago.

Hesitating a moment she reluctantly agreed and stood along with Mags going to the other side of the room. Since they were closer to the kitchen she decided to grab herself a drink. Taking a long sip she used the moment to stare at the two chatting, trying to decipher what they could be discussing in their hushed tones.

She could see Finnick hanging on to every word Haymitch said to him, nodding and adding his own remarks. Final words were said and they shook hands before both standing up. Haymitch gladly took his refilled flask before walking to the door, but not before glancing back.

"It seems you two have things to discuss, I'll try to be back tomorrow." And with that he was gone.

Luce had a hard time believing a word he had said to them as they took themselves to the bedroom to discuss further. She paced back and forth trying to wrap her head around the idea. Was he serious about them all wanting this?

Finnick watched her movements, her mind twisting and thinking. With how well he knew her, it was easier for him to see just what she was thinking. "This is pretty serious. I do believe they want to bring it down. The Games..even President Snow if there's a chance."

His last sentence made her pause mid step and look at him, eyes widening at how crazy he sounded. Going after the President would only kill them faster, he had to know that. She looked to Mags for support but she just gave a wave telling them 'this isn't my decision'.

Sighing Finnick stood in front of her, waiting until her attention was solely on him. "I agree it's a hell of a long shot. But isn't it worth a try? To end this insanity and keep future children from having to go off and die? To keep another from sharing in your pain?"

She took a second to really think. Of course she wanted it to be over, to never see another dead kid again. It was what they have to risk in order to win she worried about. She wouldn't admit that his words sold her, so instead she mimicked his sigh and gave a short nod, ready to do her part.

Having already had a long day, and their surprise guest making it even longer she was more than ready for bed. After giving a hug goodnight, she went to her room, changed, and curled up in bed. Her mind felt wired still as she laid there, trying to think of what plan could possibly be good enough to save them from inevitable doom. A small part of her wondered if it was just a trick. But then again, what reason did Haymitch Abernathy have to lie to them and create such a ruse?

Burying herself under the blankets she shoved it all away for now, and focused on falling asleep. But she only ended up with the same dream from days ago, as if it had been on pause and her mind hit the play button.

As quick as she could, she flung herself to the side and barely missed the sword aimed for her head. The tribute, which she could now tell was a girl, pulled on the sword after her missed strike had gotten it lodged and stuck in a wooden box. With her thoughts running a mile a minute she grabbed her dagger from the dead boys neck and stumbled forward, her feet slipping on the blood, running as fast as she could out into the ruined city that was the arena. She couldn't help but stare at a few of the other lifeless bodies lying on the ground as she ran, the gashes or marks on their bodies leaving a lasting impression in her mind.

All she could do was continue to run and not look back as she maneuvered the rubble on the ground and turning her way through different paths. When she was sure she was all alone and no one had followed her she ducked into one of the destroyed buildings and hid in a corner to catch her breath. A moment later she was bent over as bile rose from her stomach and emptied itself onto the ground. She stayed like that for a moment in case any more came up before sliding down the wall and sat down wiping at her mouth.

She hadn't known how much time had passed until the setting sun brought a cool breeze through the open window. The first day was over, she had survived. But it was only a matter of time before she was caught or came upon someone else and was killed. Even in her sleep she knew she wasn't safe, so shakily she looked around for anything useful she could use to shelter herself.

Seeing nothing but rubble in one of the other rooms she got to work and rearranged certain parts so that it was large enough to cover her body from outside view. Right as she laid down the familiar anthem of the deceased started to play and looking through a hole in the wall she watched as the sky was illuminated with words and pictures of the few who had fallen so far. Unable to watch she covered her ears with her hands and clenched her eyes shut to block it all out, pretending it wasn't real. And with as quiet of a sob she could manage, she cried herself to sleep.

A/N: Looking back at the original I did decide it was better to change her arena to what was shown in the movie with the collapsed city look. Back to back forest doesn't sound like something the gamemakers would do so I hope its a good change xoxo