The Second Quarter Quell

Haymitch Abernathy is an eighteen year old tribute from District 12 during the 2nd Quarter Quell of the Hunger Games. Alongside him are three other tributes, one of them posing more of a threat than an other enemy he might face in the arena. Who is this tribute? Find out now! (((Kree Stark belongs to me. Please do not steal her.)))


1. The Truth Revealed

Caesar Flickerman leaped onto the stage, his glittering gold outfit sending streaks of reflected colors onto the cheering crowd before him.

"Welcome," he said, throwing the camera a dazzling smile, "welcome all to Recaps with Caesar! Tonight, we'll have here on stage, our two favorite tributes and their mentor," the crowd cheered harder, "Now, tonight, we'll recap...the most tragic love story any of us had ever seen. But I won't give any spoilers. So, for now, help me in welcoming Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, and Haymitch Abernathy! Do they look delightful, folks? Cinna really outdid himself this time."

Katniss and Peeta walked out, hand in hand and fake smiles plastered on their faces. Each wore a crimson outfit which sizzled as they walked by. Haymitch, however, looked as he always did; drunk and plain. The three victors took their seats after shaking hands with the giddy host (Katniss received a swift kiss on the cheek) and made themselves comfortable. This Recaps with Caesar was a recent thing that President Snow had started. Even after the Hunger Games Recap, the tributes were called one by one to relive their nightmare once more for the entertainment of the capital.

Katniss and Peeta looked like they wished to do anything aside from that.

"Ok," Caesar took his seat, "is everyone comfortable? Good! Now, Katniss and Peeta. We all know that your love story has taken the capital by complete surprise."


"However," Caesar interrupted, "I don't think it's as great as the people make it out to be," the audience gasped, "Your love story is very beautiful, but while I was going over it before the show I stumbled across something far...greater. A tragic tale of romance, passion...and a murder most foul!"

By now, the three victors were giving each other confused looks.

"Katniss...Peeta," the two looked the host straight in the eyes, "what do you know about Haymitch's time in the Games?"

Before either of them could answer, the blonde man was out of his seat and on top of Caesar. His large hands easily slid around the now terrified host's throat. The crowd screamed as two Peacekeepers came on stage and pulled the two of them apart. Katniss and Peeta tried to help, but were also restrained.

"You sonofabitch," Haymitch screamed, "you bastard! Did Snow tell you to show it? Stumbled across it my ass! Snow keeps all the videos locked away in his office! There's no way you could have stumbled across this!"

"Now, now, Haymitch," Caesar waved off the Peacekeeper inspecting him and stood tall before the struggling mentor, "I can assure you that this is what the people want to see."

"Bull shit," he roared, "bull fucking shit!"

"Katniss," the host turned to the terrified victors, "Peeta...does the name Kree Stark mean anything to either of you?"

"Sure," Katniss stammered, "she was one of the female tributes from District 12 during the Second Quarter Quell. That year, they had four tributes from each District."

Caesar turned to Peeta, who remained silent, "Peeta? Do you know anything else about this woman?"

Peeta's confusion was so thick, Katniss could have struck it with an arrow, "Why are you asking me this?"

"I'm surprised that Haymitch never told you. Or even your own mother to say the least."

"Caesar," Haymitch screamed, "stop it! You don't have to do this!"

"Kree Stark," the host continued on as though the blonde had not spoken, leaning in lose to Peeta's face, "was your aunt, Peeta. And Haymitch didn't even try to save her."

Peeta fell silent once more, his face beginning to pale. The Peacekeepers holding him guided him back to his chair, where he remained still with wide eyes. Katniss pulled away from her Peacekeepers to sit beside her "lover", however the shock was clear on her face too. Haymitch glared at Caesar, really wishing he had a knife on him. He had always been good with a knife.

"Haymitch," the accusation in Peeta's voice cut him down to the soul, "is this true? Was she my aunt?"

His mentor stared at the floor and nodded slowly, "I'm sorry, Peeta. I don't care what Caesar said; I did try to save her. Kree was my best friend in the Games. We protected each other. And...we..."

Katniss easily put two and two together, "You loved her?"

Haymitch remained silent as the Peacekeepers strapped him to his chair.

"Now, I hate to do this to you, Haymitch," Caesar smiled widely, "really, I do. But I'm sure we are all wondering what made the great mentor of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark what he is today. And now, without further ado...The Second Quarter Quell!"

The screen behind them flashed on and the lights dimmed. Haymitch felt the tears he had been holding in threatened to reveal themselves. The crowd took their seats as District 12 came into view. Up on stage stood a glittery man in his mid-thirties with pale green hair and darker green clothes.

"Welcome," he began in a deep voice, "to the Reaping of the Second Quarter Quell. Now, as you all know, this Quell is special because we will be Reaping four tributes instead of the normal two. So, we begin now! Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

The video then switched over to a tall boy in a light gray t-shirt and pants. His blonde hair was a little long, going past his pale blue eyes. Katniss realized that this must be Haymitch. He glared up at the stage with utter hate. Peeta almost laughed; he looked just like Katniss had.

"Ladies first," the Reaper smirked, digging his hand into the large bowl and pulling out two names, "Maysilee Donner and Kree Stark!"

Two girls, a blonde and a raven hair, were led up to the stage by Peacekeepers. The blonde was shorter with terrified blue eyes and a long braid running next to her face. The black haired girl, however, kept hers long and untouched. Both girls wore a pale gray dress with black flats.

"And for the boys," two more slips of paper from another bowl, "Garreth McCoy and Haymitch Abernathy!"

Peeta watched as Haymitch's face turned to a look of disgust and horror. He was led up to the stage alongside a redheaded boy with a single green eye. Haymitch shivered in his chair; he remembered twelve year old Garreth. The poor kid had been so terrified that he kept asking Haymitch if he could crash in his room during their stay at the capital.

"Please give a big round of applause for this year's tributes! Haymitch Abernathy, Garreth McCoy, Maysilee Donner, and Kree Stark! Happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

Not one member of District 12 moved as the raven haired girl leaned into the microphone, "The odds...are never in your favor!"

"Kree," the blonde girl pulled on her arm, whispering urgently, "don't be stupid-"

Kree merely ripped her arm away and allowed another Peacekeeper to drag her into the large building behind her. Haymitch shoved the hand of the Pacekeeper away and walked in with his head held high. He would not let the capital control him...ever.


After saying goodbye to their families, the group of four boarded a train to head to the capital.

"So," Maysilee said quietly, "what do we do about our mentor?"

Kree gave a scoff, "What mentor. Haven't you been watching, May? There are no victors from District 12," she crossed her arms, "we're all going to die. It's as simple as that."

"One of us could win," Garreth spoke up, "miracles do happen."

"It'll take more than a miracle for us to win," Haymitch said, taking a seat between the girls, "Kree's right...we won't survive."

The group fell silent for many minutes before Maysilee excused herself to use the bathroom and Garreth went to lay down. Haymitch turned his gaze out the window,watching his world fly by. Kree got up and explored the cupboards for any food. She gave a little whoop when she found the liquor cabinet.

"What are you doing?"

"Well," the girl pulled out two bottles of Vodka, "seeing as how I won't live to be 21, I highly doubt the capital will deny me this little pleasure."

Haymitch raised an eyebrow as she offered him a bottle, "We are on our way to our deaths and the only thing you can think of is getting drunk?"

Kree smirked and nodded.

"Well," the golden haired boy returned the smirk and took the bottle, "then who am I to judge?"

Uncorking the beverages, they clinked them together and took a long drink. The moment Haymitch removed his lips from the bottle, he began to cough violently. Kree joined him two seconds later. The teens then began to laugh and drink some more.

"Damn," Kree held her head after five minutes, "I guess this means I'm a lightweight!"

"Pussy," Haymitch giggled, "I bet you I can finish this whole thing and yours and still be fine."

"I'll take that bet!"

"What are you two doing," they turned to see Maysilee taking a seat beside them, "is that alcohol?!"

"Yeah. You want some?"

"No," the blonde girl ripped the half empty bottles out of their startled hands, "we need to focus! I know I don't have to remind you that only one of us will survive-"

"May," Kree snapped, "didn't you hear me earlier? We have no mentor and we're from District 12. There's no way we're going to survive."

Before anyone could say anything else, Garreth rushed back into the room.

"I thought you were going to go and lay down?"

"Guys," he pointed out the window, "look!"

They all turned to see a shining city with golden towers that seemed to reach for the sky.

Haymitch glared at their destination with open disgust, "The capital."

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