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'Now I'm lookin' back just wonderin'.
Where the time has gone.
But I guess it's just the price you pay.'
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For a few days after the big reveal, the Fallen were given time alone to process the news and release their anger safely, during vigorous training sessions and not on Peacekeepers (as one had attempted to do during the debrief). However, their solitude came to an abrupt end when Reaping Day rolled around and they were forced to attend another mandatory meeting.

"The Victors will be unaware of you until the day before the Games begins, during their interviews. That way the whole of Panem will be able to see their true and honest reaction. Obviously you should all know whom you're assigned to but in case death has caused some confusion for you, a list will appear on the wall behind me. I will see you in two days time. May the odds be ever in your favour."

"Yeah, we heard that before and we died!" Aimee, the blonde who had previously come from District Four, screamed at the woman's retreating figure.

Since the incident between them on the first day, Aimee and Indiana had become quite close, choosing to spar with each other during their training sessions.

Words in harsh black font appeared on the white screen and everyone took a step closer to see who was entering the Games this year – to see which beloved Victors were being sacrificed to squash the growing rebellion. Only a few piqued Indiana's interest.

DIS. TWELVE: PEETA MELLARK – INDIANA SUMMERS.

DIS. TWELVE: KATNISS EVERDEEN – CATO HADLEY.

So the star-crossed lovers were being forced to fight each other to the death once more.

Good, Indiana thought bitterly, they deserved it after all the pain they'd caused.

They were responsible for the death of Marvel and Clove. Peeta had murdered her, running her through with a spear that had once belonged to Marvel and it would appear that Katniss had murdered Cato.

DIS. SEVEN: JOHANNA MASON – LYSANDER ANGORA.

DIS. FOUR: FINNICK ODAIR – ZANDER KEYAR.

Oh no, not Jo and Fin, Indiana thought sadly, not wishing to have to fight her two favourite Victors (aside from her aunt and uncle, of course).

DIS. ONE: CASHMERE SUMMERS – AIMEE WHITE.

DIS. ONE: GLOSS SUMMERS – JACOB NIGHTWIND.

"No!" Indiana screamed, launching the knife in her hand right at the screen.

Jagged lines split across it, shifting the world and making them blur and flicker before they disappeared completely. Not only was she having to enter the arena with the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with (ironically she would), she now had to fight her aunt and uncle. It would appear that the Summers family had the worst luck when it came to the Hunger Games.

Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, Cato guided her towards the elevator. As the soon as the doors closed, Indiana turned to face her saviour and watched as his face split into a forced grin in an effort to hide his sombre expression. He failed miserably.

"It'll be okay, Indie. I promise."

"The last time someone promised me that, they died," she stated before storming into her room and slamming the door shut.

Since they had been reunited, Cato had been allowed to spend the remainder of his days in Indiana's room. They had spent every night tangled in each other's limbs, chasing the bad dreams away. For the moment, Indiana needed to be alone but she knew he would climb into bed later that night and hold her whilst she slept.

The Games clearly had to be rigged. Indiana had lost her mother, father, best friend and herself to these Games. Now she might lose her aunt, uncle and boyfriend, and herself yet again. Cashmere and Gloss had won once, they had survived and should never have been forced to enter the arena again. Only one of them would survive and the other would have to live without their sibling and their niece.

The Games were cruel and President Snow more cruel. Even if the rebellion didn't stop the Games, Indiana hoped it would at least get rid of President Snow.

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Watching as the beautiful blonde curls disappeared, Cato sighed. He knew how hard this was being on her and so he felt terribly guilty that he was keeping the meeting he had yesterday from her. Especially because it was something so huge. However, if everything went according to plan, Indiana would be reunited with her aunt and uncle at the end of the Games.

Despite wanting to tell her everything to ease some of her pain, Cato knew Haymitch was right; the fewer people that knew, the better. The 'show' must appear to be real. Everything must go according to plan.

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'Yeah, I've been through it all.
Yeah, you won't see me cryin'.
If tomorrow never calls.
God only knows.
I've been through it all.'
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