R A I N

N I N E

1989

On the 12th hour of the first day of October, 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got eight of them.

UNKNOWN YEAR

Another punch landed on her delicate jaw, not enough to break it, but still with enough force to hear a crack. Her head snapped to the side.

Normally, Katniss Everdeen, the unsuspecting Mockingjay, would fight back. Without fail, she would always fight back. But she didn't. Not this time. Because this time, she was strapped tightly to a chair awaiting her daily shots.

That was torcher in itself. The burning sensation running through her veins, the awful things they would show her after she'd receive them. The only thing she had to hold onto was her other self.

Katniss Hargreeves. Herself from another universe. More like...herself. Katniss was from another universe and was adopted by the Everdeens.

The Everdeens were her family, always. They were more of a family than the Hargreeves ever were. They didn't treat her like she was dirt on the bottom of their shoe. The only one who never treated her as such was Five, which would explain why they got together when they turned 15. It was a lovely memory to look upon when she was out hunting.

Five... well, he was special, as were the rest of the academy members including herself. He had the power of time travel and could do some teleportation. But, stubborn as ever, he insisted it was a spacial jump.

Katniss was a smart girl; she had figured out what had happened. She had time traveled, and Five had botched it. He hadn't ended up with her, so he had probably sent her to another time. And now she was stuck here.

She grew up with two sets of memories, her own, and the other Katniss'. Both sets were her memories, but she had always felt like she was intruding when she got flashes of memories the academy's version of Katniss.

But, upsetting and awkward as the memories were, they were all she had to hold onto. So she held, and held on tight.

She held on tighter when the nurse came into the room with President Snow, along with a tray of syringes and a disgusting smell combination of roses and blood.

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