[AUTHORS NOTE]

Here's a long chapter to makeup for the short one!

Stay classy!

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TWO WEEKS LATER

Quinn had gotten her hands on some clean clothes from Two, and so had Coleman. The two of them had ended up sneaking off from the Rebel Base to another old building that had been deserted by lapdogs and had become a home of sorts to the abundance of orphans that District Two had now. Visiting them made Quinn remember her days in the Warehouse, when the Victors would come and help them out from time to time while the other citizens of Four wanted them only on Reaping Day. But not all of these kids were as appreciative towards Quinn and Coleman for bringing food supplies sometimes. Unlike Quinn and Coleman, most of these kids hadn't been orphans until the rebellion started. They had been in the academy, and they had been training and training for the games-- and some of them hated that the Rebels were trying to end the games. But there were some of them who were happy to see them, those of them who had parents who had died fighting for the Rebels in some way were happy to see them. And as selfish as it may have been, those were the kids that Quinn tended to stay near.

Today's visit had been no different than the others in the past two weeks. Quinn and Coleman had gotten as much supplies as they could carry with them in their backpacks, made their way towards the building, and began passing things out. Even the kids who didn't appreciate the Rebels and what they were doing said thank you for anything they were given.

After awhile of being there, Quinn made her way up to the next floor where most of the kids who had siblings stayed together. Coleman usually stayed on the bottom level. The upstairs was divided into sections, all on the kids' own doing. They had put older kids with young siblings on one side, siblings around the same age on the other, and then the center was sort of like their own little market. Anything anyone from either floor got went there, and people could take what they needed as they needed it. It was much more organized that the warehouse had been, it was like their own little community.

"How is she?" Quinn asked as she approached a boy, around ten years old or so, and his little sister who was only four years old herself. Quinn had met them one of the first times she was there, they had been orphaned for almost five months or so. Their parents had been executed when Snow ordered an execution in each District as a warning. Tommus had taken care of his sister, Opal, ever since then. Both of them had pale skin, Tommus' face was always sunburned. Then they both had brown curly hair, and unlike her brown eyed brother, Opal had green eyes that were usually always looking around with wonder and amusement. But for the last week, she had gotten sick-- just a flu bug for someone her brothers age or someone even older-- but for her, it was a battle.

"She kept down the bread you brought on Monday," Tommus smiled as he glanced down at the makeshift bed that Opal was sound asleep on.

Quinn smiled, "That's a good sign," she paused as she crouched down and pulled the backpack onto her lap and pulled out the bread that she was sick of having for every meal herself and handed it over to him. "Keep this for you two," she paused again, "Don't worry about losing it to any of the other kids."

Tommus smiled, "Thanks,"

Quinn smiled, and then lightly put her hand on Opals' forehead. She tried to keep a smile on her face, the little girls forehead was burning up. Since the last time she had gotten there, her fever hadn't gone down one bit...if it had changed-- it had only gone back.

"I'm sorry this all has happened to you," Tommus said suddenly, "Your games and all..."

Quinn sat back a bit, and rose an eyebrow. "Ah, well it was bound to happen to someone." she replied, "But you don't need to feel bad for me."

"Somebody has to," he retorted, "Sometimes, I even feel bad for the Capitol people."

Quinn scoffed.

"No, really," he said quickly, "My dad always said something must have happened to President Snow to make him so...so mean. He said to love thy enemy all the time,"

Quinn choked back another scoff. Snow was unlovable.

"After every Reaping, whenever my mom would start talking about how awful the games were probably gonna be, he'd say that--"

Quinn sighed, "Tommus, Snow had your parents killed," she reminded him, "Some people don't deserve it."

"Some people say you don't," he reminded her of the lapdogs, "There's two sides to everything."

Quinn decided not to push it any further. So after a moment of silence between the two of them, Quinn smiled a bit. "You can't be ten," she confessed, and then she chuckled a bit as she stood up. "I'll see about bringing medicine on Friday for Opal, okay?"

TWO DAYS LATER

Quinn had been woken up earlier that usual that day. It wasn't by Coleman, or Micah (the man who she had been with during the attack on the north tunnel). Instead it was the all too familiar sound of an explosion and the ground beneath her shaking because of the impact of the bomb. Quinn hurried to get up and pull on her gear along with Penni and Coleman who were near her-- none of them said much of anything. They simply focused on getting ready to head out with the others. Coleman and Jakob had both been given the cameras to be attached to their chest piece when they got to the growing group of rebels out side the building.

Just then, as the two of them were getting their cameras on and Finn was giving the usual orders-- stick with your other half was his way of saying don't be stupid and stay with the group; there was another explosion. Then a few moments after that, a hovercraft with the Capitol symbol on its wings flew over the base and towards the Nut.

"Let's head out!" Finn ordered, and just like that, the crowd began to hurry towards whatever the craft had been bombing.

The closer they got, the more sick Quinn felt to her stomach and the faster she wanted to go. The group was hurrying in the same direction that her and Coleman always took to get to the building where the orphans had set up their own home. And then, the closer they got, Quinn could see it. The black smoke, the dust settling, the big pieces of stone that had been blown away from the building.

Quinn felt her throat tighten as they reached the target. She could feel the smoke burning her throat and her eyes.

"No!" Quinns' voice was hoarse from the smoke that flooded her lungs and throat as soon as she opened her mouth. "We have to help them!" Quinn shouted as she pushed past the few of Paylors' people who had been put on First Response, "We have to-"

Quinn was stopped in her tracks when Finn grabbed her arm. Being stopped so suddenly, she nearly fell over.

"Let go of me," she hissed, dropping her gun to the ground so she could try to get out of Finn's grip. "I said let go! she shouted again, and then she looked around and saw everyone just looking at what was in front of them, "Why aren't you doing anything!?"

"There's nothing we can do Quinn!" Finn said sternly, dropping his own gun to grab her other arm. "They're all gone!"

ONE WEEK LATER

Kill thy enemy, Quinn thought to herself as she sat against the outside wall of the base building, the bland breakfast sandwich she had was still barely touched. Kill thy enemy was something she started thinking and saying to herself just to remind herself of what she was doing. It was a reminder of the orphans in Two, more specifically Tommus and Opal. But it also reminded her what she was going to do-- she was going to kill as many lapdogs as she could. As many Capitol people as she could. If she had the chance, she'd kill Snow too.

The worst part about what happened-- was that it was her fault. It must have been. Just like the warehouse in Four-- Tommus and Opal died just like Jenson and Rosa had. It was just another way Snow could get under her skin.

"At least the others are getting here today," Arcturus said from beside her. "A few new faces--"

"So we can watch them get a bullet right through their neck too?" Quinn asked, looking at him. "The last thing I want is anyone else here that I'd miss if something went wrong."