Disclaimer: Nope, just a fanfiction writer. I would be richer, if I did.
Story: Seneca Crane doesn't know it, but Katniss Everdeen is his guardian angel. She's doesn't know it, but she's supposed to protect him. When they meet, they collide and soon leads to the War of Angels.
Set AU of the first book, "The Hunger Games."
Spoilers: Probably.
Warnings: Cursing and violence for now…hm, just in case since I'm usually writing it, bit of crazy humor, perverted humor, morbid or sarcastic humor, and maybe some sexual situations…
Pairings: Seneca/Katniss, one-sided Gale/Katniss, one-sided Peeta/Katniss, Gale/Clover, Peeta/Cashmere, Gloss/Madge, etc.

A/n: I'm in a bit of a block with "Caged Nightingale" and I'm hesitant to even do anything with "The Taste of Nightlock on Your Lips" because of the site...but I don't want to seem like I've disappeared to fans of those stories. So this fic is apology gift please? (puppy eyes)

Pruit Igoe & Prophecies
Chapter One: Hark the Angels Come

"Are you an angel, little one?"

"Can you see me?"

"Yes. Why are you here?"

"I'm your guardian angel! I'm supposed to protect and watch over you."

She's a cute little thing, with blonde hair that looked pretty on her (and yet why does he get the feeling it doesn't suit her) and gray eyes. She has a cherubic little face that really does make her look like one of the baby angels of the old religious relics.

"Angelus custos meus, where are your parents? You really shouldn't be here. It's dangerous," he says this because though he's okay camping out in the arena to see how well it will be for the games, he knows no little girl barely able to go to school should be in there.

She giggles. "Silly. I told you. I'm an angel. I may be four, but I'll be the best guardian angel ever!"

He laughs lightly and decides to keep playing along after all. It'll be good company and he won't be so lonely, and it's better to keep her with him than to let her off and get hurt by herself.

"Well, I'm twenty and this is my first year as a Gamemaker. Tell me about yourself, Angelus," he gently prodded her.

"Okay…but I won't tell you my name! You have to guess, okay?"

"Fine. But surely you have to at least give me a clue?" he smiles in amusement.

"…Hm. My first name is a plant and my last name is a tree," and then she smiles back simply and Seneca Crane's breath stops short.

What a beautiful sight.

Madge Undersee was the Mayor's daughter. Because of that, she lived better than most people. But because of that, she didn't really have friends her age, because most of them envied or automatically thought she was stuck up.

There was one girl though…

Madge didn't know many things, but she did know…could feel that there was something very different…very special about Katniss Everdeen. The other little girl drew people to her, even if some reluctantly, like moths to a flame. But once you were with her and close, you felt a kind and safe warmth and you never get the burn you expected to.

She was no exception and she was very glad for her quiet and stable relationship with the girl in school. Sometimes though…she wish she could have a little more courage to talk to her more and even be friends with her outside of school…

She was not alone in her feelings.

Darius Toretto, having just transferred to District 12 and was in his first year as an official peacekeeper, would meet the girl and his usual cocky attitude would tone down and he'd softened up just for her. There was also Cray Ruthers, an older man and Head Peacekeeper of District 12 for three years. He also would become fond of Katniss and at times feel judged when her eyes landed on him at certain times, or guilty after a moment of satiation with one of the women of the district he'd propositioned. He'd dread the day she'd become older and could listen about tales, but he would never let her see or come after her himself.

Many others in the district would learn to feel a certain way about Katniss, but there would always be just the one man –one who was actually miles away from her –that would feel the closest.

Was it strange to be proven wrong? He'd thought it all a game, a child's imagination running. But before his eyes, the little girl (whose name he'd never guessed) vanishes into thin air, smiling at him with a quick look of surprise at her fading.

A real angel. He has a real guardian angel to look over his shoulder.

He would go about his life normally, never feeling any different or feel any eyes on him. He'd learn to think it was an illusion, a simple hallucination he must have dreamt up as a cause from something in the arena.

Then one day, he would learn differently.

One step. One step and he could've died. He steps across the courtyard, the crane with the glass above his head, and it's let go and it's about to land on him at any moment. Little arms grab him and pull him back roughly and he's staring down at his tiny guardian angel with fire in her eyes and a determined look on her face. She has inhuman strength, this one…

He can't imagine any other four year old, angels or not, dragging a twenty year old to safety on ordinary strength.

"Told you I would be a great guardian angel!" she beams at him before disappearing.

And then he's left to be fretted over by hysterical and nonsensical people…

"Katniss, dear, help me with Prim?" her father asked her with a gentle smile.

She happily skips over to him and feeds the newest addition to the Everdeen family eagerly.

"I have a little sister now. She's tiny," his little angel amusingly holds her hands out and measures a small space. "Even tinier than me."

"Are you sure? You're pretty tiny," he teases.

She pouts and he laughs, patting her head as he quietly moves the page of the manual all the Gamemakers must look over for the coming games. He has to focus on this too, as much as he'd like to give all his attention to the little one on his lap. It was his first year as a real Gamemaker, not a lower level subordinate that worked as crew in the Control Room under the games' Head Gamemaker. He's quite proud of his accomplishment, as he's one of –if not the youngest –to ever make it to that title.

Suddenly, small hands take the manual from his hands and shoves it away and off the table. Bewildered and upset, he looks at the angry girl, who still looks cute with her angry pout.

"Why did you do that, Angelus?" he asks with a frown. "I know I'm a little distracted and not paying attention to you, but that's no reason to do such a rude thing, little one."

"That's bad," she says bluntly and he's confused until she points sharply at the abused manual on the ground. "It's all bad."

He opens his mouth to protest, but she hops off his lap and moves away.

"It's not good and I don't like it," she says solemnly, with a grave look on her face to him. "Bye."

"What? Wait! Don't leave! Please stay!" he yells in alarm, frightened that he'd never get to see her again because of this and he'd be back to being a lonely man focused only on his work.

But she's gone before the final word leaves his lips.

The 62nd Hunger Games come and go. District 12 barely watched them; bitterly thinking yet another two children is taken away. Katniss stared at the screens with embittered and yet sad eyes, feeling deep down that something was wrong, and not understanding the hurt and pain in her chest.

It's the next year before he sees her again and he's filled with a sense of joy and fear that she could leave him again. She's a little more sad when she sees him, but just as joyful and missing him as much.

"Why'd you leave?" he asks unhappily as he gives her a piggyback in his new penthouse. It would look odd doing it anywhere else, as no one else could see her. "At least for so long?"

She tugs slightly at his hair. "I'm sorry. I can't control when I come all the time. I come when you're in danger and when you're lonely and when you feel sad and everything. But I think when I'm unhappy with you, I stay away for a long, long time. I don't really know."

"Promise to stay this time?"

"Pinky promise!"

So he holds out his little finger and folds it around hers.

Time passed by. Things don't really change much, but there are some things of note. Katniss was eight years old now and happily a big sister. Her father taught her a lot of stuff and she always enjoyed the time spent with him.

There, however, was a man she doesn't know but vaguely sees in her head all the time. He has dark, raven hair and cool blue eyes. His eyes are icy when he's focused or intent on something, but steely when he's upset or angry. She sort of remembers memories with him, strange memories she doesn't quite remember at the same time.

She was pretty sure she knew the man, but at the same time it was all rather hazy.

Four years has passed since his first meeting with his little guardian angel. Any time his life has been threatened in any way, no matter if it was intentional (or not) or even an allergy attack, she was there to help. He also notices she was right. If he was ever especially upset, she was there. In fact, any time he was lonely –every time –she was always, always there.

That never changes.

Katniss was in the meadow by herself. She knows she's not supposed to be, but she can't help it. She was too impatient to wait for her dad and she wanted to be out here, where everything felt so free and peaceful.

She spotted a stream far out in her wanderings and she went after it, eager for new grounds to explore. She carefully skimmed down the hill and went down to the stream, where she followed it to where she spotted an abandoned area full of empty buildings. She blinked in surprise, not knowing that there was this whole place next to her district, some place that no one knew about.

Grinning without reservation, she eagerly went into buildings and explored to her heart's content. She played until it was close to sunset, where she ran off back to head to District 12 with her little secret.

Every day that week, she headed back to the strange, empty place and played enthusiastically in it. She would play pretend, or just simply explore, trying to find all the best hiding places she could and fit herself in the nooks and crannies she found.

But one day, something changed.

She found a new building that she had yet to explore, and looked at the side of the building, where the wall was decorated with all sorts of graffiti. The largest was the words "PRUIT IGOE SECOND COMING" in bold and capital letters. She blinked and scrunched up her eyebrows, not understanding what that meant. Deciding to shrug it off, she headed in and decided to explore a bit first before she would start to play.

When she was on the third floor, however, she heard a loud noise from the bottom floor. Nervous, she quietly walked to the door, but was horrified to find it had squeaked, very audibly at that, when she opened it. It went quiet from under her and she anxiously stayed still, straining her hearing. Then there were loud footsteps rushing up the stairs from her left and she practically flew from her spot as she ran to the opposite stairway.

"Hey you!"

"Damn it, did they see anything? We have to get them!"

'I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything!' she wanted to scream to them. Instead, she practically pushed her legs to the limit as she dangerously rushed down the precarious stairway, finally reaching the bottom floor and trying to dash out.

She didn't know that building as well as the others, but if she could get to one of the ones she knew…

She would be sure to be able to hide from them for sure. Unfortunately, she heard footsteps closing in behind her and she saw one man coming at her from her right and another coming from her left. She couldn't move in any direction, but straight. And she didn't even recognize this building…

Rushing in, she ran through the place without looking and ended up in a large room, with extravagant and yet solemn decorations. The pews were all lined up and she sneezed a little from all the dust. Suddenly, she heard music playing and she looked to see a strange sort of piano near the front and a little ways away from where she'd rushed out of a door. That same door was slammed opened and then closed, and another door from the opposite side of the room, parallel to that one, was opened and closed as well. Then the doors behind her, the front of the building she realized (she must've entered it from the back), opened and stayed opened –light spilling into what she now realized was a church.

Shivering in fear and crying softly, she slowly backed away, towards the piano, while the man from entrance came towards her with a grave face. The two other men quietly stayed at their spots, guarding the doors.

Quickly turning around, knowing she was trapped, she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together. Instinctively knowing the man was coming close, she started saying a prayer in her terror.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven," she heard him stop, probably midway into the room while she was right in front of the piano.

"Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us," she opened her eyes and looked up, just in time for her tearful eyes to see a strange statue of man hanging on a cross.

"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil," she murmured –

Three shots rang out and blood splattered across the organ still playing eerily by itself.

"For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen," the unknown man murmured in turn.

Started 4/26/12 –Completed 4/26/12

A/n: Forgive the overly religious overtones, but it can't be helped with part of the subject of the story (guardian angels, duh ^.~). I will try not to be the 'shove religion down your throat' thing, but I want to do the 'guardian angel' story, while expanding on it and making it serious –as well as being able to use my usual allusions, references, etc (which will be more Biblical than usual because again –guardian angel). I also remember that religion isn't really mentioned or whatever in the trilogy, so I get to play around with the idea of that for a bit in this universe (what happened, what do they remember, etc.).