Found this while digging through old files. It's the beginning to the sequel. Thought you might enjoy.

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"Ini!" I yelled from the ground. The butt of a gun smacked my cheek, and I tasted blood, my head hitting the ground with a slap.

The advancing feet stopped. "And who are you?" she asked harshly, still not in view of my face.

"Shay," I gasped. "School last year, drama class." I squeezed my eyes shut. "Silvàe in the last Games. District 11. Final Five with Kara, Taylor, the girl from 2, and Marcus."

"If that's true," scoffed a guard, "you'd be dead."

"I'm offended. I'm Taylor from 11, final two, and I'm alive," joked Taylor. The sound of another gun hitting flesh sounded.

"Kara, District 4, final four," squeaked out Kara near me.

"Sierra, died early, seven," put in my great friend from Colorado. "My district partner died in the bloodbath. I spoke to him yesterday."

"No, I'm here," said Steven from a bit away.

Ini moved into sight of me, and her eyes locked on my face. "How?" Her face drained. "Are you back from death, to warn us?"

I shook my head slowly. "No, Ini. We went home."

She cried out in shock. "Home," she laughed. "I haven't been home in months."

"If you really want to go back, just shoot yourself," I let out my own dark laugh. "Or use nightlock. Are we in 7, or 13?" I flinched away from the gun the man was holding.

"No. Stand down, men. These people are clear." Nobody moved. Ini rolled her eyes. "These people now have level five clearance. That's two higher levels then any of you. I advise you to stand down before you commit crimes against this state."

Reluctantly, the men with guns backed off. Ini pulled me to my feet. "We're actually in the rebel base in Mexico. They've been building up defenses here for almost two hundred years, right under the Capitols nose. Most of the base is located in natural volcanic tubes and caves all interconnected underground and reinforced with an enhanced version of carbon nano tubes and steel." She knocked the door frame with a fist. "With this sucker sealed off, you could chuck a nuclear bomb at us and we'd be okay."

"That's... reassuring." I looked at the door skeptically. "And 13?"

"Bombed. Not a front, either." The response was clipped. "C'mon, let's go to Command." Ini grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the door. "Kara, Taylor, c'mon. Andrè, get everyone else a group homecave all together, okay?"

Without waiting, she walked off down the hallway, her long, dark hair swishing behind her. "We've been making shorts, you know, like films, about the refugee people," she explained as Kara, Taylor and I struggled to keep up. "Everyone else in Promotion thinks its just random, but I'm searching for a face."

"What?" I asked, confused. "A face?"

Ini sent an exasperated glance back at me. "Yes. A face. Remember? In the books? The Mockingjay?"

"I get it." Kara grasped at the wall to keep from tripping. "Katniss was the face of the rebellion. She brought the Districts together. They need someone like that."

I bit my lip. "And you think that's us?"

"Are you kidding? Once dead tributes, back to fight in the next Games? I'm the leader in Promotions, and if this doesn't work, nothing will." Ini led us into a small room and shut the door behind us. The room shot sideways. An elevator.

"What about Mikayla?" asked Taylor. "Is she here?"

Ini's face hardened. "Mikayla ditched out on any rebel activity when Shay died."

Nobody spoke after that. The sideways elevator jerked around a bit before we came to a stop. When the doors slid open, the hustle around the huge room shocked me. How many people were in on this thing?

"Ini!" A tall dude with the District 10 look jogs over. "Where have you been? You never reported back."

Ini winced. "Sorry."

Another person came up. "Ini, report on the disturbances in the northeast sector."

Ini took a deep breath. "It wasn't the Capitol, I promise you that. And I know you hate Promo, Hitch, but I think I might now have a way to really help win this war with the screens."

"How so?" asked the first man, intrigued.

"That's impossible," scoffed Hitch. "The only way this is going to be won is through force, not silly shows the Capitol feeds off of."

"Not so," Ini shot back. "How about we do a tribute to the tributes? Not the We Remember shots. More like..."

"We're Back to Kick Ass?" Kara suggested, stepping up.

"And who are these?" asked the first man, amused.

"Oh, yeah." Ini pulled Taylor and I forward. "Guys, this is Erich, my second in command, and Hitch, leader of the agents we have out in the field. Erich, Hitch, this is Kara, Taylor, and Shay. They decided to drop in on us again..."

"Again?" Hitch frowned. "I don't recall ever seeing them before..."

But Erich had paled. "How- That isn't possible. Ini, what are you playing at?"

"I'm no evil scientist," she joked. "No, really. Erich, pull together a meeting with all the department heads. In Room Zero. Now. No seconds."

Erich shook his head and almost tripped over his feet, running off across the room.

"Hitch, go take these three to Room Zero. I'll be there in a minute." Looking like she was going to explode from concentrating, Ini sped off, leaving us with grumpy old Hitch.

"Did you hear? You better take us to Zero, or Ini might claw your face," I told Hitch, a bit sarcastic. "She looked pretty happy back there."

Taylor snorted. "Yeah, dude. Let's move."

LITTLE MORE RANDOM TALKING

"I bet you're all wondering why I called you all here." Ini was at the front of the table, with one woman and two other men we didn't know, along with pissy Hitch. Folders were placed at each seat.

"But, first, I should introduce my friends. Kara, from 4, and Taylor and Shay from 11."

"That's great, squint. Why are they here?" drawled Hitch, leaning back in his chair. "They haven't even gotten a department."

"I haven't been completely honest with you," said Ini, ignoring Hitch. She took a deep breath. "I'm not really from 7. I grew up in a place that was far away from Panem, and yet right on top of it. It was a country called America, and in my time it was the worlds most prominent country."

The room was dead silent.

"We're from the past," said Kara in a sing song voice. Ini shot her a glare. "What? It's not like you were saying anything."

The only other woman in the room snorted. "The past? Really?" I shut my eyes in frustration.

"How else do you explain them?" challenged Ini. "Open your folders."

Papers rustled.

"Check the tributes from 4 and 11. Dead ringer for the three in the room, right?" Intakes of breath. "That's what I thought. I have a few more, too, just these are the most prominent. They've been there, in the Games. They know how it feels. If we can get them onto the screens-"

"Hold on there," interrupted one of the men I didn't know. "How do you know that getting on the screens is the best place for these kids?" Murmuring broke out in the room.

"I'll tell you why," I said loudly. "I spent the whole last Games on my own agenda. Nobody told me what to do, not the Capitol, not even my fellow tributes. More often then not I went into dangerous situations to save their hides," I jabbed a finger at Taylor and Kara, "when I could have ran. I never even wanted to win. I was ready to die for what I believe.

"You want a rebellion? You better get me on the screens to tell all of Panem that they are puppets dancing on strings, that people die because of how the Capitol runs the country, and how the Games don't fix anything. Do they know how much Capitol people waste? The Districts are dogs, killing the fatted pigs and then begging for table scraps. No matter how many times the Games are played, it won't bring justice to anyone."

Dead silence.

Kara took a deep breath. "Our whole alliance didn't even make sense. 11, 7, and a girl from 4? A 12 year old? What chance did we have? In any normal Games, I would be with the Careers, on the top. These two might make it past the bloodbath, but not that far after. And teaming up with your district? You gotta kill the other person at some point." She shook her head violently. "No. We were still together until the end. Not Capitol brainwashed mutts."

"Get us on those screens," said Taylor ominously, "and you might not even have to fight this war."

LATTERRR

The screen lit up. On it played my last moments in this world. Kara, Taylor, crying, as I drowned in my own blood. My voice filter out of the noise. "Betrayed, by one I thought I knew."

It flashed to Kara, getting crushed under a giant boulder. Her voice now. "So close to winning, but it didn't pan out."

Me shooting Astrid. "My life was ended, and I wasn't even ready to go." She sounded at the verge of tears.

Aurelia, her skull crushed. "Didn't even get a chance," she said in a mocking tone.

Sierra, going insane from the flower, attacking us. "Harming my allies," her voice said, as I shot her through the heart. "Killed in mercy by my best friend."

Taylor's final moments with Marcus. "So close, and yet so far."

Steven, beheaded. "Opps," he said. "Game over. Voice silenced. No more fighting."

The screen went black.

"Or is it?" The voice could have been any of the girls. It seemed to shift through all of our tones.

"I don't think so," the collective male voice said.

Light flashed onto the screen. You could kind of see seven still outlines, still as ever.

"It'll take a lot more then death to stop us," Kara echoed.

"Our time isn't up," added Steven.

The shot changed, flashing through seven sets of eyes, before panning out and showing all of us, in tribute clothing, with the weapons we died with in our hands. Then, it zooms in on my face.

"See you at the next Hunger Games," I wink.

The screen turned off. The room stayed silent.

"I think that's a wrap." Ini laughed. "If this doesn't pull together the Districts, nothing will."

"Yes, now can we get back to the problem at hand?" I stood up. "You have to send us into combat, for footage."

"We can't," argued Erich. "What if you die?"

"I'll find a way back," I vowed. "I came back this time, didn't I?"

Steven frowned. "I mean, if someone keeps sending us back, you think it'd be one of the people who came back twice."

Sierra nodded slowly. "Yeah, and someone who knew everyone." She looked at me pointedly.

I groaned.

Taylor grinned. "It seems like a good idea. Shay, you seem pretty well informed. What were you doing both times before coming here?"

I scowled, earning a laugh from Sierra. "The first time we almost got hit by that car, remember? And this last time I tripped down the stair..." My eyes widened. "I hit my head both times."

Laughter erupted from Kara. "Figures," she choked out, "that boring Shay would have the ability to shove us into the Games."

I flushed. "Not like I had a choice."

Kara shuddered. "Thank goodness. If you did, anyone who pissed you off would end up here."

Tyler strode up to Ini. "You can't be seriously considering sending them into battle. Ini, we're just kids!"

I rolled my eyes, and dragged Tyler around to face me. "Tyler, you have no idea how much none of us are kids. Taylor, get Marti out of here. Ini, pull up the film of the last Games."

"Erich!" Ini barked. A flurry of activity filled the room, and at the end of it we had Tyler sitting on a chair in front of a monitor. I leaned over and whispered something to Erich, who pressed a small package into my hand.

"Can we skip the opening stuff? Just reapings and training scores, then the actual Games." I sighed as my instructions were followed.

Ten minutes later, the bloodbath was up on the screen. I winced as I watched three people explode, and as I lept into the fight, grabbed a pack and got out of there, unknowingly following Kara into the woods. Somehow Sierra stumbled out of the fight, and Taylor dodged several blows from someone before grabbing his supplies and ducking out.

The next few minutes showed how Marcus was handling his pretty meager haul. One small water skin, a bag with about twelve pieces of what could only be called hardtack, and a four inch knife. Admittedly, the water sack was full, but still. As it turned to night, each of the remaining tributes was given about thirty seconds of screen time. Our little group managed about five minutes, mostly stuck on Kara and I pulling together a shelter and a watch. We were as big as the Careers, and quite a bit more interesting.

Some tributes were killed during the night by a pack of wolves, and by the next morning everyone was on the move. The Careers went on a hunt, leaving one behind to guard the camp site. My group explored more then anything, and Marcus started heading towards the mountains. Then I ran into Astrid. I turned away when I shot her.

"I forgave you," said Astrid, grabbing my hand and squeezing it.

"I know," I muttered. "Doesn't make it any easier."

I kept my eyes shut over the next few minutes, opening my eyes when I heard TV Taylor saying we should head for the hills, literally. I grinned as he made a joke. Then I winced as Sierra ran right into Kara and tried to kill her. As we tried to calm her. As it didn't work. As I shot her. As she died.

TV Kara bent over Sierras body, picking up a flower. Honeysuckle. "Never trust a flower," she said shakily.

The TV me didn't move, didn't say anything. It took Taylor putting me over his shoulder and hauling me for half a mile for me to snap out of it.

"So that's how I died," Sierra said, just as Steven said, "Wow, you know how to make an exit."

I glared at her. "Yeah, being killed by your best friend. Amazing. Also, pretty scarring. Nightmare worthy."

Sierra winced. "I didn't mean it that way-"

I shook my head. "Ignore me. I rant when something sets me off."

Steven frowned, tapping the table. "What sets you off?" he wondered.

"Anyone kidding about death or communism, drugs, stuck up people, and teachers who think they own the world," Kara listed. "Oh, and Tyler. Defiantly Tyler. She gets stabby with that."

Tyler didn't respond. He winced as on screen, the Careers broke into itsy, bitsy pieces. Just one of them, anyway.

I rolled my eyes. Marcus started getting more screen time right about now. He was more interesting. He had made his way to the mountains, and had discovered the Avatar-like floating rocks. Somehow, he found his way up one, making somewhat of a small hut out of straw.

I really started paying attention when my crew made it to the mountains. Kara tripped, spraining her wrist, and we had to get up on a rock that bumped onto the edge of a cliff. The same rock Marcus was on, incidentally. He hid himself in a small cave as Kara fumbled around outside. Somehow, he had picked up another knife.

I looked away as I died. Actually, I stepped out of the room when Kara died.

A short ten minutes later, the Games were over. Marcus, with a gash in his side, was declared winner, and was pulled out of the arena, away from Taylors body with a gaping hole in the head.

I flipped the switch on the TV. "Try living that out in a few weeks, Tyler. You have no idea what we will do to get these people freed. And now that we know it'll only take killing me to bring these people back, why not fight?"

"When you don't really die, it isn't a choice, not really." I spun around. Taylor was leaning against the door. "Tyler, I used to know you."

I pulled out the syringe full of the drugs Erich gave me. "I can send you back right now. You won't have to deal with any of this. You should take it," I pleaded honestly. "It won't hurt. You'll just... wake up home. Taylor, Marti should too."

Tyler's eyes widened at the sight of the syringe, and he scrambled as fast as he could away from me. "Are you crazy?" he spit. "Kill myself?"

"No," I snapped, annoyed. "If that's what you're worried about, I'll do it. It's not like I haven't been elected to that position before."

Both Kara and Sierra flinched at this.

"Sorry." But my voice didn't sound very apologetic. "Taylor, since you're her older brother, you can choose. Do you want to just send Marti home, or ask her first?"

Taylor blinked. "Um, I really think we should just send her back. Unless anyone here thinks we should ask?"

There's the end!