A Rebellious Spirit | Book III

Chapter One | Mayor Griffith

[AUTHORS NOTE]

I CANT BELIEVE I'M WRITING THE THIRD BOOK IN THE REBEL SAGA! OH MY GOD! I just can't believe it! I'm so excited, and I've grown to love Quinn so much! Gah! I feel like a mom at a kids graduation! I'm just so proud :')

Okay, gushing over! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with this story! I hope you continue to enjoy it! Drop a comment and click that star if you think you should =)

Stay classy!

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Quinn stood by the door of the train, waiting for it to come to a complete stop. She could feel the eyes of the peacekeeper standing behind her staring at her. Just waiting for her to do something wrong, but she did nothing except for fumble with hem of the blazer she had been wearing since the games ended. The material was smooth, and was enough to distract her until the train finally came to a stop- Quinn glanced out the windows and saw the familiar walls of the District Four platform. It seemed like it had been years since she had been there, the thought of being there seemed like a foreign idea. When she left District Four with Orion and the others, she had expected that to be the last time she ever set foot inside the fences.

Quinn didn't trust the logic behind Snow's reasoning in sending her back to District Four? Did he really expect her to not do anything? Did he really think she'd just stop? After everything she'd done? Now that the rebels had Katniss- even if she didn't know it yet, how was Quinn just supposed to stop doing anything? Then again, he hadn't just sent her on her way. He had given her a bit of a threat, there were people in Four- the Peacekeepers who would be able to take care of anything she may have done. Then he even mentioned Finnick, Annie, and Mags- but what if something had already happened to them?

"Let me take these, for you." the peacekeeper behind her stated as he placed his helmet on again as the doors slid open. He stepped in front of her, and then stepped out of the train. Quinn followed close behind him, and scent that she hadn't even realized she missed surrounded her. Humid air filled with the smell of fish and salt water surrounded her. Before, she hated the humidity, she hated the smells of the District- but now, she knew she missed them. They meant home, they reminded her of the days before she was in the games.

Even just thinking of those days hurt. Not the days with her parents, she missed being an orphan that nobody knew anything about. She missed being in the background of everything- she missed the warehouse. She missed Jenson, she missed Rosa- she missed everything that she didn't have before.

"Welcome back to District Four!"

Quinn looked past the peacekeeper towards the stairs that came up towards the train. Up them came a man in a nice suit, one like the mayor of Four used to wear. It was black and tailored to fit him, and a light silver tie went with it.

"Mayor Atlas Griffith," he said as he stuck out his hand to shake her own, "Pleasure to meet you. You are quite a...legend here." he stated as Quinn extended her hand towards him. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to have a word with you in private in the Justice Hall- I'm sure your bags are in good hands."

Quinn stared at him for a moment, "I don't mind," she said simply as the peacekeeper stepped out of the way and she followed the mayor down the steps and down the familiar street towards the square.

Mayor Griffith wasn't the mayor that she had left in Four. He was far from Mayor Skoglund; who wasn't charsmatic, and had only gotten the position because of his social ranking. Griffith seemed...friendly, but he couldn't have been. It was too ironic that he had become the new mayor while she was gone, and he was the very first person to even see her arrive.