Mentors

21

Then the door flings open, and people I've never seen before barge in with a familiar face I recognize.
Plutarch.
"The tributes must leave now." He walks past them, standing in between Haymitch and I.

I give them each one last goodbye and they are taken away by the guards.

"Raina." I whisper.

Before the door completely closes, I hear her faint voice,

"We will see you again, we promise!"

After the sound of the door slamming, my knees become weak.

I am embraced my Peeta, and I hide my face in his chest for a moment.
I have nothing to worry about, they'll be fine?

"I am here to discuss the rebel plan, solider Abernathy." Plutarch announces.

My head peeks out to glare.

"The what?"

"Sweetheart, you sparked a revolution."
Haymitch hollers.

"And we want you to be the face of it."
Plutarch adds.

I don't hear them come in, but soon we are joined by Finnick, Johanna Mason, and Beetee, a former victor who used his intelligence to win the games.
It seems like everyone already knows about this.
Plutarch leads us to the table. He dismisses the avoxes, saying that he as the head game maker, would like to discuss the games in private.
Haymitch and Finnick rise and cut a small wire from the ceiling.

"What the hell is going on?" I find myself to question.

"We shut off all security cameras." Finnick says, taking a chair across from me.

"I come from the courtesy of President Alma Coin. Here to tell you that Snow made you believe that all of district 13 was abandoned."

"So it isn't?" Peeta's eyes widen.

"We are alive and well, so to say." Plutarch half smiles.

"After these games, the rebellion will take action. We have a few districts on board for the rebel plan, we just need all twelve,"
Plutarch continues,
"You two will be asked to come live with us back in district 13 while the war is in motion. It is the safest place to film our propagandas. I like to call them propos. We will get these districts on our side and we will conquer the Capitol, ending the games. Putting an end to this foul tedious injustice."

"I am not following." I state.

"Miss Everdeen, Mr. Mellark, we want you two to be our Mockingjay."

The face of a rebellion. Am I up for that role?
Peeta probably thinks the same thing. I feel the stares, being put on the spot. I have no time to really think about this. I say the first that comes to mind.

"On conditions." I answer.

"What are your conditions, Miss Everdeen?"
Plutarch sighs with content.

"You must save my tributes and their allies and future ones to be made through out these games. They will be brought back to 13, and will be treated with care." I say, almost demanding.

"I am not sure if we can pull such a scheme, Miss Everdeen."

"I will personally go into that arena myself. You will rescue the tributes one way or another, or you will have to find yourself another Mockingjay." I dictate.

"There! That's the Mockingjay attitude we need from the both of you! Your request may be commanded, Mockingjay."

I don't even know what he said but I'm glad he said it.
My tributes will be safe.
I will make sure of it.