Save It For The Black And White The door was locked, the keys thrown and the light flicked on. I stood spine pressed against the oak door. Footsteps echoed above and the presence of power wafted through the building. Perfecting my posture I strode over to the large staircase leading downwards and adjusted my lemon coloured coat. As I neared the end of the spiralling stairs a thin lanky man bearing a large briefcase rushed over to me, his beady eyes trailed along my body until a large toothy grin much to large for his face appeared. " Look who decided to make an appearance!" I smiled at him apologetically. I reached into my small purse and dug through it in search of my brass coloured keys. I inserted them into the door and pushed it open beckoning for the man to follow me. I rounded my desk and took a seat before I noticed my potential client awkwardly standing under the frame of the door. "Please take a seat Mr. Ummmm?" " Haven, Robert Haven." His voice was deep as he spoke, his words confident and clear. I waited for him to take a seat before speaking. "Right, Mr. Haven how may I help you today." His eyes turned dark and stormy, " I've been accused of a terrible crime. A young woman was murdered last night and the police think I did it!" I was puzzled as to how he had tracked me down so fast. But instead of voicing my opinion I stated, " What was you relation to the woman?" I took out a notebook from the drawer in my desk. I looked up after a minute of no reply, " Mr. Haven I can't help you if you don't tell me the accusation and the terms on which you and the victim were on." He looks at me strangely and I can see a piece of him breaking inside, " My daughter." he spits these two words out and sinks into his chair. AUTHORS NOTE: HOW WAS IT?! COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS GOOD OR BAD

Defiance ( Part2) No one was there to bid me goodbye, I peered out the dust covered window seeing the families wandering away from the decaying Justice building. A stentorian knock makes the walls thin quiver. A heavy set peacekeeper I assume to be in his late 20's enters the room, " If you will follow me." He states gesturing toward the oak door. I take my final look at my homeland and then I am off never to return, or so I thought!

One Bending Knees (Part1) I watched, helpless, as the door parallel to mine closed behind her. I had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible, we would abscond into the threshold surrounding our district and spiel to each other our hate for the Capitol, now we were being transported to the hated land by train to battle to the death in a pageant known as The Hunger Games. The only thought my devastated brain can form is, 24 of us go in healthy and youthful in the end only one comes out. A/N HEY GUYS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! BY THE WAY THE EVENTS IN MOCKINGJAY DID NOT HAPPEN THAT IS WHY THE GAMES HAVE CONTINUED! ClareBear

To All My Followers I am wondering if I should write a fan fiction based on The Hunger Games. If you think I should comment, and if you don't think so like. Thanks! ClareBear

Outside The Fence (Part 7) The villain’s voice pulls me from my dreams and back to reality. The Lieutenant is holding a different piece of paper; it looks like it once belonged in a dictionary. He begins to read the word inscribed on the paper, “Iceidus; A disease believed to be a myth taken from Greece, allows the diseased being to communicate with artic animals, summon winter winds and shoot ice pellets from his/her hands and ……..” LeBlanc stops reading and stares at me for a second, his lips curl into and evil grin, my brain is to slow to understand what is happening before everything goes black. I wake up curled in a small ball Outside the Fence. I failed to return home this time, but this not the end of my story! THE END!