Hunger Games: Fandom Style

"Revenge" is such a strong word . . .

The Capital had been prepared for many possibilities. This hadn't been one of them.
In all the confusion, Artemis managed to slip away. He glanced back just in time to see the door to Mr. Gold's room open.
Well, explode might have been a better term.
He wasn't sure if the Dark One had gotten riled or if it was some kind of security measure, but it was none of his business.
Butler, however, was. It seemed his bodyguard needed him.
Artemis called up a map of the Capital he'd memorized. A proper map, with all its dirty little secrets of prisons and tunnels laid bare.
A little improvisation seemed to be called for.

It was amazing what one could accomplish with a team of some of the deadliest people in the nation. Between Irene Adler's charms (and her blaster), Halt's more traditional Ranger tactics, and Flynn's light fingered ways, they'd managed to break through all but two levels of security that guarded the jail where Butler and District 4's Victors were being kept.
They'd lost Oaken two floors ago, and Irene was nursing a broken arm, but you really needed one to shoot a blaster, as she was presently demonstrating for the education of a few guards.
Halt dodged a Peacekeeper's desperate blasts and shoved a knife through a weak spot in the body armor. It might be blast and even somewhat explosion proof, but no one had thought anyone would dare to take on the Peacekeepers with a couple of knives.
Come to think of it, that might have been the reasoning behind Flynn grabbing a frying pan for his weapon of choice. It was proving to be surprisingly effective. The last Peackeeper had just gone down with a clang.
Halt took a moment to get his breath back. He wasn't quite as young as he used to be.
Will screamed. Not in warning, not from surprise or a sudden burst of fear, but in the kind of pain that would make the Cruciatus Curse seem pleasant.
Halt had an arrow ready to shoot before he could think. Eyes wild, he spun around, desperately searching for the source of that terrible, terrible sound.
The scream started mingling with others. Gilan. Crowley. Pauline. Others he didn't recognize, but a peripheral part of his brain noticed the others going white.
Pale and shaking, but still functioning, Irene raised her blaster and shot out the intercom. The screams went silent.
Panic was not an emotion Halt was overly familiar with, but it was making his acquaintance now. "Have they - "
"It was a trick," Flynn said hoarsely. "A manipulation."
"How can you be sure?" he demanded.
"Because one of the people screaming has been dead for years now," Flynn said shortly. He took a deep breath. "Not that that makes it any more pleasant."
Halt's panic eased, only to be replaced with cold fury.
That's what others have been through. That's what they'll do to them if we lose.
"Then we move forward. How do we get through this one?"
Irene was already examining it. She frowned. "It's passcode protected instead of a retinal scan."
"Can you hack it?"
"I don't know."
Stumbling footsteps interrupted them. Halt turned, bow raised, to see a young man in expensive loafers and a bloodstained face limping down the hallway.
"I can," he said. "Or, rather, I already did. It's a bit lengthy though. It might be easier just to let me type it in."
Halt still hadn't lowered his bow. "And you are . . . "
"Artemis Fowl, at your service." He frowned. "Please put that down. What are these, the middle ages?"

President Snow gripped the table in his office. He was staring at the vase on his desk.
There was only a single petal remaining on the last flower.
It trembled, ready to fall.

Most of the Victors had left to fight. Billy Black had been forced to stay behind. Wheelchairs and gunfights rarely mixed well.
Granny had stayed behind to look after him. Of course, the view from his window also gave her an excellent opportunity to take potshots at passing Peacekeepers, so it was a win-win situation.

Deals are tricky things.
In the Dark Days, the Capital had captured Belle, forcing Rumplestiltskin to come to an accommodation with them. The deal had pretty much amounted to that they would leave each other alone, but it's consequences were more far reaching than that.
It meant that anyone who worked for the Capital couldn't touch him.
And for someone who had agreed to help cast a spell over all 13 districts of Panem just to get a shot at him, this was frustrating, to say the least.
But then Baelfire got a bump on the head. Nothing much. Just a bruise.
But the Capital had broken it's deal. And with one deal in tatters, that left Zelena free to act.
Her appearance in Gold's apartment was explosive to say the least. The door blew backwards in a cloud of shrapnel and splinters. "Rumple. So good to see you again."
Mr. Gold had pushed Belle behind him protectively. He picked up the pistol on the table beside him. "Zelena. You're looking positively . . . emerald."
She smiled. "I see you're using your cane again. Too much trouble to heal that old limp?"
"I like the limp. It reminds me of something rather important."
"I'd ask what, but honestly I just can't wait another moment. What did you think of my lovely little curse?"
"Your curse? Rather ambitious of you, dearie. Rather clever, I'll admit, to keep the Districts down with a simple bit of mind magic to convince them they didn't have a chance against the Capital, but then, I worked all that out ages ago."
"Surely you aren't going to try and claim you knew it was me."
His eyes narrowed. Something finally clicked into place. "Ah. So that's it," he said quietly and smiled. "I did consider you for a while, but I did dismiss it eventually, you're right. You don't have enough power, for one thing, but there are ways you could have gotten more. What I never understood was the why."
Zelena's smile widened. "To get the one thing that could give me everything I wanted." She drew a knife from a sheath at her side. "To get this."
It wasn't a knife. It was a dagger.
The Dark One's dagger, to be precise.
Zelena kept her eyes locked on Rumplestiltskin. "By the power of the Dark One I command thee," she whispered.
She tilted her head towards Belle. Magic forced her forward, out in between the two of them. "Kill her."
He could feel Belle stiffen behind him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he raised the gun and fired.
Zelena collapsed to the ground.
Rumplestiltskin walked over to her slowly. The shot had been nearly perfect but not quite. She was still breathing.
Her chest rose and fell desperately. "You - you're - "
He fired again at point blank range. She stopped talking.
"Not the Dark One anymore," he finished. He picked up the dagger. It was blank, it's power gone. "It seems true love really can break any curse."
"Including this one?" a polite voice asked.
Mr. Gold turned, pistol already rising. Three polite men in grey suits were standing in the doorway. Three wands were already raised.
All magic comes with a price. Apparently, the lack of magic had a price too.
He would never get three shots off in time.
"Avada - "
A number of things happened at once.
From behind the three men, three spells erupted and were followed by more in quick succession. Their exact details were lost in the overlap of voices, but he distinctly heard "Stupefy!" "Tarentella!" "Expelliarmus!" and the jelly legs curse. Several of those really should not be mixed.
At the same time, a book flew through the air and brained the leader. Two more quickly followed, and Belle was far from being short on ammunition.
The men collapsed in a rather tentacled heap. Behind them were two more wizards and a pink haired witch. They looked rather pleased with themselves.
Sirius grinned. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
"Wotcher," Tonks greeted them. "Nice throw."
Remus looked tired but pleased with himself. He was the first to notice the fallen form of Zelena. "Who's that?"
Mr. Gold lowered his gun. "One of the traitors who started this mess."
"One of them?"
"She wasn't powerful enough to do it on her own." He nudged the limp body with his foot. "There'll be two more out there somewhere."
"Magic users?" Sirius checked.
"Obviously."
"Then I think I'm going to check down at these guys' headquarters. I'm not sure I got all the hexes out of my system yet."