AUTHOR's NOTE: The final chapter of PART 1 of the Reaping & Reading Series! Read and Review! Haha.

The Representative Tributes/Tributes of District 1-12: UPDATED according to the last chapter's declared deaths!

District 1: Percy Jackson & the Olympians – Percy

District 2: Lorien Legacies – Maren (Six)

District 3: Mortal Instruments – Clary

District 4: Inheritance – Arya

District 5: Lord of the Rings – Legolas

District 6: Divergent – Four

District 7: Twilight

District 8: Unfortunate Events

District 9: Harry Potter – *Harry; Hermione

District 10: Maze Runner

District 11: Narnia

District 12: Hunger Games – *Peeta; Katniss

CHAPTER 31: Home

Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games

Katniss breathlessly woke up. The game. The maze. Violet. Water. Peeta. All she could remember was the unexpected massive flood and Peeta saving her in the process. After that, nothing. She blacked out then, no wonder.

Peeta.

Though slightly dizzy and disoriented, she could clearly determine the metallic ceiling of a craft before her. 'What?' She was lying flat on a thin fabric on a metallic floor. She was also wearing an oxygen mask, which had been obviously helping her breathe for the past hours. She took them out to see clearly. Afterwards, she saw that her bruises were aided and her wounds were carefully bandaged. Then, she observed the room and turned beside her. There lying unconsciously was Tobias Eaton, wearing an oxygen mask and dextrose as well. Katniss rose up a bit and saw the rest of the representative tributes in the same current state as Four. Doing so, she confirmed that she was on a craft like what she had guessed earlier – on a working and a flying one, at the moment. She could feel it rocking up and down a little bit. And why so? Why were they there? Was it the Capitol? Was the game finished? Was it over?

Katniss pulled out the needle out of her arm. Then, she stood up slowly. She saw a smoked door before her, showing blurred figures of the people behind. Enemies? More likely. She took a random syringe from a medical box on the floor and handed it as weapon in case. She walked over just to see and just to have a clue on what on earth was happening. Then, he heard their voices.

"My daughter…"

"We know. We can't just land there and get your daughter. We have a plan."

"Everything has a reason."

There were three people behind the door, or so she thought. The first one was with a weirdly hollowed and digital voice. The other one was common. The second who spoke up, however, was very familiar.

Believing her guess to be true, Katniss opened the door. First, she saw a pale-haired guy before a table where a hologram map of the Capitol was resting. She knew that guy. He was one of the people in the Capitol near the President. Knowing so, Katniss was alarmed. But then, her thoughts changed when her eyes landed on a very familiar figure.

"Haymitch…" she said, upon recognition.

"Good morning sweetheart…" her mentor greeted with the same groggy smile on his face.

Katniss's brows knitted, confused still, "W-What…? What are you…? What am I doing…?"

Then the robotic voice was heard once again, "It's better for you to put down the syringe, Katniss. None of us will hurt you. I guarantee."

Katniss turned to the source of the voice. She was surprised – truly surprised – seeing a simple father in District 12 in the same craft with a victor and a government man. He went extremely thin. His eyes were weary. His hair was dry and down dead. All in all, he appeared like his complete past-self five years ago. Katniss asked, "Mo? What are you doing here?" She looked down on his throat. There was some sort of a metallic object around his neck, glowing blue in the middle. "What happened to your voice?"

"Hay, calm down there," interrupted Hatymitch, placing his arm around her shoulder. "One question at a time…"

Katniss asked bluntly, "Explain this whole thing." Her tone was serious, transferring her eyes from one man to another, particularly glaring at the pale-haired guy.

"You're part of the plan," started the guy she was glaring at.

"I know you."

"He's Plutarch Heavensbee, by the way," Haymitch simply entered.

She ignored her mentor and continued. "You're one of them," She hissed at the same man.

"Yes and I am a rebel," Plutarch paused just to point at Haymitch and Mortimer, "Just like them."

Without being moved a bit, Katniss continuously asked, "What do you want from us?"

"The plan is to get you all out. A revolution. The start of the revolution, I mean."

"The symbol is the mockingjay," Mo talked in. She wasn't still used on hearing that kind of empty voice from him – from the simple woodcrafter. "The team is the mockingjay. And, we are on our way to District 13 right now."

Then, Katniss wondered, "What team? Thirteen?" As far as she knew, District 13 was long gone wiped out and destroyed by the Capitol during the First Rebellion. Only myths and tales were left which she couldn't take on believing as well.

"Thirteen, yes."

Confusion. Katniss couldn't grasp anything. She couldn't piece all the information together. 'So, they took us out of the battlefield to be – what?' She went dizzy. The room, her vision, was starting to rotate. She could hear her heart beating fast. She gulped and continued. "Where's Peeta?" she asked to Haymitch. She didn't see the baker, her partner, lying in the previous room she had been laid on with the rest.

Her mentor looked at her with serious eyes, "I think you should rest. You're getting pale." He guided her back to the door.

Katniss's eyes went wide and insisted, "Where's Peeta?!"

"Katniss…"

She went hysterical, forcing herself to stand up straight, "Haymitch! He can't die because of me!"

"Okay, okay, okay…" Haymitch took a step away from her. "He's not dead but he's in the Capitol. They got him along with the other two representative tributes."

Hearing the answer, Katniss's knees went weak. 'Oh, Peeta.' She had hated the man during the game but in return, he had saved her life – back there, back in the horrifying flood. And then there he was, being held in the Capitol. They left him there. She left him there. It was her fault. 'Who knows what torture the government can do to him?'

"I should be the one in his place!" cried Katniss. "I should be the one in there, not Peeta!" She held her throbbing head. The room was swirling around in her vision. All she could see was the blurry face of her mentor who was supporting her back to avoid her from falling.

"Rest, Katniss, rest," she heard him say. Afterwards, she blacked out once more.

Katniss woke up in a different room and in a different environment, lying in a completely different bed. Beside her were few monitors showing her vital signs. She was obviously in a medical unit.

"Hey, Catnip."

Gale, her best friend, was sitting on the edge of her bed. She hadn't seen him for so long. She missed him so much. For a moment, she was happy enough. It was like a dream.

Gale informed in a low voice, "You're okay. You've just been asleep for a few days."

She smiled. "Are we home?"

Gale was silent. He was hesitant to answer. He was afraid to say whatever it was. Something was wrong. She didn't want that kind of silence from him. It felt so bad. "Gale? Where's Prim?" she insisted.

Finally, he answered, "She's alive, so is your mother. I got them out in time."

"Got them out?" Her brows knitted together.

"After the games, they sent in hovercrafts and they started dropping firebombs."

"They're not in 12?"

"There is no District 12. It's all gone."

It took her a few seconds to absorb the information. 'What?' Horror came in. It felt like something was taken out of her chest and left it hollow. District 12 was a big part of her life and so were the others. 'No, no, no, no… Why?!' Tears started to form from the corners of her eyes. Questions started to build up here and there, seeking for answers, begging for them.

'Aren't they satisfied of seeing people murder each other?! Aren't they satisfied of torturing others? Is the bloodshed not enough? WHAT ELSE DO THEY WANT? There are lots of innocent people out there, in District 12, why them?! What did they do to deserve it, to deserve such DEATH?!'

Katniss felt nothing but deep hatred against the Capitol, loathing their very existence. It was too much to bear, too much to tolerate –

'ENOUGH!'

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'They will pay for what they've done.'

NOTES:

Assured survivors:

District 1: Percy Jackson & the Olympians – Percy
District 6: Divergent – Four
District 12: Hunger Games – Peeta; Katniss

The rest of the survivors will be revealed soon on Part2. Comments/reviews 'may' save the character.

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