Disclaimer: This is an Alternate Universe. The events of The Hunger Games trilogy happened, but they were all pushed back by twenty five years. I don't why I doing the time change; just felt like doing it. Haymitch won the Third Quarter Quell instead of the Second, but the rules were still the same; 48 tributes instead of 24. Finnick still won his Games at the age of 14, but he won the 90th Games instead of the 65th. So keeping that in mind, Peeta and Katniss were both reaped for the 99th and 100th Games; just like in the books, being reaped twice. Katniss and Gale are just friends in this story; they never grew past being friends. Peeta and Katniss actively sought each other out after their first meeting and became friends. There was a victor who went missing, the winner of the 91st Games; his name is Sasha Pellegrino. This is his story.

I stand over the City Circle from the roof tops and watch as The Mockingjay is about to execute the tyrannical President Snow. I grab my bow because it seems that she is hesitating. To my surprise she redirects her line of fire and assassinates President Coin.

Good riddance to bad rubbish. I think.

I pull an arrow out of my quiver and line up on Snow's chest. The last sound that President Snow will every make is the sound of laughter.

This is for my family. I think; and then I let my arrow fly.

I hear Snow fall silent as my arrow enters his body. I look down on the Mockingjay, and she is in a daze. Her lover has tried to stop her from biting the poison pill on her shoulder, but she had no intention of swallowing the pill. I give her the salute of our district, kissing the three fingers on our left hand, and then I lift my hand into the air. She nods back, understanding my motives, keeping silent. She knows that death is not coming for her today. I watch as Katniss Everdeen is hauled away to stand trial, but it won't go anywhere. Not with the attempt on her sister's life, not with the information that is floating around in my head.

Give me time old friend, I'm coming. I think.

I secure my bow, and then pull my suit on. I check my outfit one last time, and then jump off the top off the building. I spread my arms out from my body, and spread my legs; the material from the suit catches the wind and it slows my fall. I glide the hundred plus foot gap right down into the city square. As soon as I'm groundside I rip the suit off, and pull my bow off my back, and I make my way slowly to the presidential palace to plead Katniss' case. Katniss has lived through two Hunger Games: the 99th, and then 100th. Her lover, Peeta Mellark, has lived through both games with her, but Peeta was rescued before the Capitol could torture him after the 100th Games. I can tell that they will have kids in their future; as they will be in mine. I think. As I'm walking towards the palace I'm flanked by my men; technically they aren't my men, but they we're loyal to me since I hooked with the rebels after my flight.

"What's the plan Falcon?" One man asked.

"That's not my name." I say.

"The Falcon was name given to him by the Capitol." Another man said.

Ah the days when I scared the bad guys senseless, and slaughtered them mercilessly. Those were the good ole days. I think.

I'm man with heritage that is a mix of White and Asian characteristics; I stand at five feet six inches tall, my body mass is pure muscle, with a bald head, and amber eyes. I have a fair share of scars; one particularly nasty scar that I got when my left eye was destroyed. I wear a patch as to not frighten the populace. Back in the day I use to be a hunter, and lived off the land to support myself.

"Kai." One of the military commanders said attempting to stop me. "You can't go in there."

"My name isn't Kai. I have information vital to the case that they are hearing." I say.

"Kai was the name he took when he went the Capitol to assist the tributes during the Hunger Games, and while he worked with the rebels." Another one of my men sad.

I approached the guards posted outside the conference room and tell them that I need to speak to Plutarch Heavensbee. One of the guards stepped into the room to get the man in question. I haven't seen my face without facial hair in almost nine years. I look upon the reflection in the window of my face and I can see the years have taken its toll.

I don't look anything like the thirteen year old boy that won The Hunger Games nine years ago. I think

I turn back to the door in time to see Plutarch coming out of the door.

"Who called for me?" Plutarch asked.

"I did." I say, and then walk back to the door.

"Oh Kai-"

Plutarch almost had a heart attack when he saw my face. It seems that nine years of hiding, and living off the land can change a man.

"Good; you know who I am." I say.

"But you're …. you're… supposed to be dead." Plutarch said.

"If I hadn't escaped from both the Peacekeepers, and the rebel ranks I would be." I say.

"Sasha Pellegrino, when did you return to the land of the living?" Plutarch asked.

"How long I have been dead, or alive has nothing to with it. I do have information that will exonerate Katniss Everdeen." I say.

"Please; come in." Plutarch says, motioning for me to enter.

I hold my fist up to my men. They look at me waiting for orders. I point with two fingers to my eyes and then with my index finger I draw a circle in the air. My men split up and patrol the perimeter.

Old habits die hard. I think.

As I step into the office I see that I have attention of the crowd. I step up to the table and speak before anybody can respond.

"Yes, my name is Sasha Pellegrino. Yes, I'm back from the dead. Now that that is out of the way let's get to the matter at hand. I have had personal dealings with Alma Coin before she became president. And she wanted to kill me. What Katniss Everdeen did was to preserve her life." I say.

"By assassinating President Coin?" The man at the far end of the table asked.

"Yes." I say.

"Why?" Another man asked.

"Why else? For the same reason the late President Snow did." I say. "To keep her power."

"Are you saying that President Coin would have killed Katniss because she thinks that Katniss would take power from her?" Another man asked.

"If Katniss didn't back Coin she was a threat to her power. Alma Coin forged some papers to bring false charges against me five years ago, so I would be out of her way. So I left and returned to District 12, and became a hermit." I say.

"Why did Coin bring charges against you?" Plutarch asked.

"I was making her look bad." I say.

"You have proof?" Another man asked.

I reach into a pouch on my hip and pulled out the orders that were handed down five years ago.

Five years ago was when I ran into both Katniss and Gale in the woods for the first time. I think.

"What reason does Katniss have for killing President Coin?" Plutarch asked.

"Gale Hawthorne created a bomb that was supposed to be used against the Capitol." I say. "It's a two part trap. You drop about twenty, give or take. You detonate a quarter of the bombs to wound a group. This lures a larger group of people in, you then detonate the rest of the bombs."

"So." The guy closes to me says.

"Primrose, Katniss sister, was on the scene after the first set of bombs went off." I say.

"Was the sister spared?" Plutarch asked.

"Yes, but her rescuer was just outside the blast zone when they detonated." I say.

"Who?" The man on the far side of the table asked.

"A man that Plutarch rescued; a man by the name of Finnick Odair." I say.

"Did Finnick survive the blast?" Another man asked.

"He's still in the hospital getting skin grafts, but his prognosis is favorable." I say.

"Thank you for the information Sasha. If you would please leave for us to deliberate this new information that was brought to light. And it goes without say that you are not allowed to leave the city." Plutarch said.

"As you wish." I say. "Mount up." I say into the mic as I walk out of the door.

Before I get to the front door I'm flanked by my men and we leave the palace.

"Where to men?" I ask.

"The bar!" They all said at the same time.

"The bar it is." I say.

We walk to the bar near the Training Center. I want to go see Katniss, but I need to spend time with my men before doing so. What I wasn't expecting was the person I saw in the bar: Haymitch Abernathy.

Still a drunkard I see. I think.

I walk up to the bar tender and ask for a water. I raise my eye patch as I walk over to Haymitch and put some distance between the two of us. I splash the water on Haymitch and he jumps swinging his fist. It took him all of three seconds before he starts talking.

"Why did you do that for?" He asked, he still hasn't recognized me yet.

"Even after all these years you're still a drunk. Did it ever occur to you that being drunk all the time is dangerous? You might catch pneumonia." I say.

Haymitch finally looks at me, and almost drops dead.

"Sasha?" Haymitch asks, with tears in his eyes.

"In the flesh. Long time no see mentor." I say, with tears of my own eyes.

Haymitch gives me a big bear hug. People saw me hug Haymitch and they came over to see.

"You're Sasha Pellegrino!" A patron exclaimed.

"Why do I have a feeling that story time is coming?" I ask, whispering to Haymitch; flipping my eye patch back down.

"A victor back from the dead! You better believe they're going to want a story! I want to know what has been going on for the past nine years, also!" Haymitch exclaims, slapping my back.

I pull up a chair and get comfortable as I recount the tale of my life. This is the tale of how a rogue victor, and an outcast rebel slated for execution, became a hermit. But as a hermit I influenced the life of the girl who would eventually become the face of the rebellion.

A/N The story is property of Suzanne Collins and Scholastic Publishing Company.