A/N Ok so there will be three stories. One will be Catching Fire from Cassandra's POV. The second will be Mockingjay from Cassandra's POV. The third will be the story of Cassandra's Games.

I woke up screaming and clutching the sheets in terror again. It always happens. The Games reminding me of all the senseless violence I had to endure in the arena. I can't escape it; not even in my dreams.

I saw blood on the sheets. I looked at my arm and saw that I had scratched myself in my sleep again. I sighed and shaking, dressed my arm. After I finished that, I picked up the phone and called my best friend and someone I knew would understand.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice said.

"Finnick, sorry I woke you," I said levelly.

"The dreams again?" he asked, seriousness snapping into his voice.

I sighed. "Yes."

"I'll put on some tea," he said and he hung up.

I sighed and placed the phone back on the hook. Look at me. Survived the Hunger Games, but scared of the nightmares. I put on my boots and walked over to next door to Finnick's house.

I walked in since I knew he was expecting me. I saw movement in the kitchen, so I took off my shoes and placed them in his hall closet. When I walked into the kitchen, there were two steaming cups of tea and behind one of the cups was my best friend and mentor during my Hunger Game, Finnick Odair.

I slide into the second seat and sipped my tea. I figured out that he had already added two sugars, just like I liked it. He handed me the honey and I gladly added it.

He took a sip of his tea. "Is it the same dream?" he asked. I nodded and explained to him about the dream and how vivid it was.

"They always get more vivid near the Reaping don't they?" he asked.

I nodded. "This has been the worst, since the Reaping is," I looked at his clock. "In seven hours," I said.

He looked at the clock. I think we both get some sleep. Do you want to stay in the extra room?" he asked.

I nodded. The houses in Victor's Village were usually built for the winner and their family, but Finnick doesn't have any family left alive, and my father…well we won't get into that. We put our cups in the sink and I followed him to where the spare bedroom was.

He handed me an extra blanket and bid me good night. I went over to the bed and curled up with the extra blanket. For some reason, no severe the nightmare, I am able to fall asleep quickly whenever I come over to Finnick's. I fell into the darkness of sleep, knowing that I was safe at Finnick's house.

I pulled up my hair into a ponytail for the Reaping. I usually just run a brush through it, but today is a special day. Today is not only a day where innocent children will be sent to die, but today is the Quarter Quell where a special twist shall be added into Games.

I sighed in thought of it. How Finnick and Mags could train those kids, knowing they were going to die was beyond me. I would have to get use to it though. I told Mags that after this year, I would take over training the young ones. She had protested it, but I finally convinced her that this was going to happen at some point seeing Annie was mad and training the young ones to kill or to be killed would pusher even more into madness.

I sighed and splashed my face with cold water. It did nothing for the circles under my eyes. I turned off the lights in my bathroom as I heard a knock on my door. I went downstairs and answer the door. Finnick was on the doorstep. He held out his arm.

"Ready to go?" he asked. I nodded and closed and locked my door. I slipped my arm around his and we walked along the beach toward the square to where the Reaping would be held.

"So, are we meeting Mags and Annie there?" I asked looking at him. Every time someone said Annie's name, Finnick always got this light in his eyes. It was one of my few joys in the world and so I liked to catch each and every one of them.

"They said they would meet us there. Did you sleep better this morning?" he asked concerned, the light fading out.

I nodded. "I didn't dream again. It just, builds and builds until…"

He nodded. He understood what I meant. He had nightmares as well, but it from something else. Unfortunately, I had those nightmares as well but we had them at a different time of year.

We walked up the coast in silence. I found a sea glass necklace that must have escaped its owner. I put it around Finnick's neck. He tried to give it to me, but I pointed out that I already had a necklace. It was in the shape of a trident. Finnick had given it to me as my token in the arena to remind about strength and how he had won his Hunger Game.

As we approached the Square, he put on the necklace. We walked up to where the victors usually sat but there were guards that directed us to another place. I had forgotten about the Quarter Quell's special conditon.

"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

I sighed. That meant it was a free for all when it came to who would be picked.

Finnick was then heard with the three other male victors from our district while I was heard with Mags and Annie. I gave them a hug and kiss on their checks.

I whispered to Mags so Annie wouldn't hear. "Mags, what if Annie gets Reaped? I don't she would survive the arena again" She made a motion meaning calm down and petted my ponytail. I had known Mags long enough to know this meant she liked my hair up.

"Thank you Mags." She smiled.

Mags had had a stroke a few years back so it was hard for her to talk, but Finnick, Annie, and I had a relationship with Mags that required no words on either end.

I turned sharply when I heard the feedback from the giant screen in the square. Jonaton, our District escort, was at the podium. He reminded us why we were here and the special condition for the Quarter Quell. After his Capitol mandated speech was finished, the boxes filled with the girl and boys victors were brought out.

"Ladies first," he called out. He plunged his hand into the box and pulled out a simple pieace of paper. He put his mouth up the microphone. "Annie Cresta," He called looking straight at her.

My blood ran cold. Not Annie. No not Annie. Beside me, Annie burst out into tears and was having one of her fits. She held onto me sobbing. I smoothed her hair and tried to comfort her, but only Finnick could truly help her when she got this way.

She can't do this. I have to help her. I was about to raise my hand to volunteer, more like beg to take her place, when Mags put her hand on my arm to stop me. She shook my head and raised her hand to volunteer. She kissed me on the cheek and went up to the stage to take Annie's place.

"All right then. Let us see who out male tribute will be," Jonaton said happily. Of course he can be happy. He will never have to worry about being picked, seeing as he is a Capitol citizen.

He reached into the boy box and pulled out another piece of paper. "Finnick Odair." I looked Finnick's way. No. Not him too. Please no.

He held his head high and looked at me. He mouthed 'Stay out of trouble' before going up to his place on stage. I looked at the other three male victors. All of them were near Mag's age with nothing to live for, but none of them volunteered for Finnick like Mags did for Annie. I looked away in disgust.

Finnick and Mags waved goodbye to their district before boarding the train that would take them to the Capitol. After the train left out of sight, the crowd dispersed. I took Annie home and got her to lay down for a nap. I left her house numb and alone. I couldn't believe that both of them were gone.

I walked down to the coast where Finnick and I had found that piece of sea glass that morning. I sat on the sand and thought about all that Finnick, Mags, Annie, and I had been through to get to this point. These Games took a toll on the victor. Annie was a perfect example.

I was pondering how I was going to save up money for Finnick and Mags for gifts, when I was grabbed on the shoulder. I turned around, on the offensive from my time in the arena. I was about to strike when the man held up his hands in surrender.

"Whoa. Whoa. Wait, don't hit," he said with an accent I didn't recognize. I kept my fists and guard up.

"Who are you?" I asked unafraid. I mean, my friends were gone. What else did I have to lose?

"I'm Solider Boggs. I have been sent to extract you to District 13."