𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑼𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈

"You sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure," Prong said.

"You can't go back," Dawn said, brushing the dust off his shoulder. "You look good, Prong." The two stared at each other through the round mirror for a second.

"I need to look good," He said, adjusting the red coat on top of his long-sleeved button-up. "Today's the day."

"You're going the wrong way but I won't stop you."

Prong didn't know whether it was right or wrong either. He was going to join the rebels. The same brothers that had killed his brother. He had nothing to lose, his parents were never home and he was not as popular as his brother in the academy. No one would miss him.

Prong glanced at the mirror once again. He planned to "go to the academy" but when no one's eyes were on him, he would sneak to the train tracks, where it would depart for the districts.

"I don't need to go the right way, I just need to find them." Prong didn't dare say the word"rebel," scared that anyone would hear him. After he had read his brother's s diary, Prong had learned where the rebels of District 12 had hidden.

"Be safe," Dawn said, staring into his eyes.

Prongs brushed her black hair out of her face. "Don't worry about me, Dawnn, worry about yourself. I have nothing to lose, but you have everything to lose."

Small teas formed around Dawn's eyes. They had known each other since they were three, fifteen years later, they were parting. She gave him a tight hug sucking the air out of his lungs. Sobs filled the now-empty room that had belonged to Prong.

"I'm, going to go now," Prong said, pulling himself out of the embrace. "The sun's almost high, hurry, or else you'll be late for class. And yes I'll be back by the time my mourning period for Ash is over. It's just two weeks alright?"

He grabbed his small, white sack of food, water, and other supplies that were going to last him on his journey to District 12. He also kept a small knife and the book that had belonged to his brother.

Prong set out on his journey, leaving Dawn behind, watching him. He walked down the flight of twelve stairs and walked out of the lobby, giving the people at the counter a nod. He continued treading through the doors and out into the open fields towards the outer wall, away from the city.

Prong noticed that cars were coming in for the academy party that was being hosted later by the dean. A party meant to cover up the 10th Hunger Games and keep the Capitol in order.

He presented his identification to the peacekeepers at one of the smaller entrances along the outer wall, catching a glimpse of someone with blonde, buzzed hair out of the corner of his eye.

Strange.

Prong turned around, noticing the battered white shirt. He's not one of us, maybe a runaway district? He shrugged and kept walking out, continuing his mission.

Wait blonde hair? Prong turned around just in time to see Coriolanus Snow, alive, turn around to face him, his eyes cold.