𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 | Hunger Games

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          DANIEL AMOR was usually a man of many words. Usually. Silence had never brought him to his knees until that moment. He pondered deeply over the information that had been disclosed to him all those minutes ago as he walked back to the living quarters assigned to him and his tributes.

When he had sat down on the veranda at the bar on the fourteenth floor next to Haymitch Abernathy he never expected the drunken man to start whispering such sobering words. Never expected it yet he wasn't at all surprised in the slightest.

There had been whispers in the pipelines for days. The riots taking place across all Districts, the way Peacekeepers had doubled and patrolled the squares and enforced the curfews had made it obvious. President Snow was losing authority and he was losing it quickly. It seemed by making the decision to re-reap the pool of existing Victors he had only made it worse.

Districts were rioting and sparks were flying.

It was revolutionary yet undeniably dangerous. A suicide mission he'd called it ten short minutes ago but he had given his word that he would speak to Aella and Clio. He was intrigued. He was interested to see if it would actually work, if they would manage to pull the whole thing off or if they would all just end up dead. He wasn't afraid anymore, he was tired of direction and of harsh punishments. He hated the government much like Aella and Clio did.

He wasn't planning on telling her immediately after the Tribute Parade but they were already on day two of this short journey. There were only five days until that cannon sounded and twenty-four people battled until the death. If the plan were ever going to work she needed to know sooner rather than later.

That was how he found himself following them both as they swanned off to Aella's bedroom within their apartment. He left Drew silently and called after the ladies as they walked, joining them in Aella's room and closing the door behind him.

With a deep frown on her face Aella sat on the edge of her bed as her quick fingers worked at undoing the straps of her heeled shoes. She kicked them off before reaching for the diadem on her head and tossing it on to her bed with a distasteful grunt.

"Daniel?" Clio scowled as she stepped toward him. She was ready to continue but he didn't let her.

"Sorry," He said but it was by no means an apology, "I had an interesting conversation with Abernathy upstairs in the bar just now and we all need to talk about it."

At that, Aella's brow arched high and her hands froze. She stopped tearing the accessories from her body in a rushed manner and instead leaned back on her hands, "Interesting how?"

Daniel rubbed his hands together and looked between the two women, "I think we're all aware of the riots in the Districts."

"I've heard rumours." Clio nodded, easing herself into the chair in front of the extravagant dressing table.

"They all started after Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark tried to eat those poisonous berries," Daniel said, "Snow let them both live. It goes completely against what the Games are about."

"Yeah," Aella grumbled in hostility, "now he's forcing the rest of us to pay, dragging us down because of something they decided to do."

"To show he still has power." Daniel reminded her, "We all know the Districts are rebelling but it's getting worse...more and more every day."

The young woman's brows creased again as she looked at Daniel. Her stomach clenched somewhat nervously as she said, "Even Five?"

Daniel nodded his head silently. Aella hadn't a clue where he'd sourced his information from but if District Five had continued to riot after she had left.... Her throat bobbed at the thought alone.