AUTHOR'S NOTES: I know that I finished this fic months ago, and that the 40 existing chapters stood well enough by themselves, but I felt that, like its predecessor, it deserved a little afterthought and some smoother transition into its respective sequel. Either way, this was one of the results. Depending on how well-received this story portion is, I would be willing to post as many epilogue chapters as people would like to see. Whatever the case, here's a bit of Amy's life between Hunger Games. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Happy Reading!
PART IV: EPILOGUE—LIFE BACK HOME
CHAPTER 41: A Welcome Reunion
Peacekeepers not only had to commit to at least 20 years of service upon becoming an officer, but it also meant a lot of becoming acquainted with another district, which in turn meant much less time being spent at home.
It did not mean they were without holidays of their own though, and shortly after Amy's victory tour, Azhar and Jawna Zavala got to see their daughter in person again, instead of from the sidelines of District 5 during her tour stop there.
Naturally, they were both in awe at Amy's mansion, for not even Peacekeepers got living quarters this luxurious. The only people that had better residences were those of the Capitol itself.
"I missed you two," she smirked as she showed them around the mansion that she basically ruled on her own. Now and again Clove, Elroy, or Enobaria showed up for cards, but for the most part, it was hers and hers alone. "How's District 5?"
"It's stable there," Azhar shrugged, "but the citizenry is silent and complacent. It's always hard to tell with District 5 though."
"You're always so professional, dad," Amy shook her head, "you and mom should lighten up."
"How were the games," Jawna asked curiously, "how do you feel now versus then?"
"Well… I do feel a bit… empty," Amy admitted, sitting down on the edge of a counter. She was still a very small girl after all. "I miss Marcus. He was the best friend a kid could have, really."
"It's never easy to lose a friend," Jawna consoled, "I wish we could have been there for you, Amy—to see your reaping; to see your victory—to see our little girl all grown up." she put her arms around Amy, who reciprocated the gesture. There was certainly a strong family resemblance among the Zavalas: all of them had the same tan-brown skin and dark brown hair that was nearly black.
"I mean, I feel like I'm stable enough." She admitted, "I'm not taking shots up the arms like Clove, and I'm certainly not like Katsuo or Kaede… I just don't feel anything. I just… haven't really been able to laugh; to cry… I feel almost like Leto."
"Killing is merely part of the game," Azhar reminded her, "it's simply business."
"I know," Amy nodded, "but even then—these were not sadistic murderers or criminals. These were just kids trying to do the same thing I was trying to do: survive—even that Monica girl from '12."
"People like her are the reason that Peacekeepers exist," Azhar stated, "I can only imagine how she was back in her home district."
"I disagree," Amy indicated as her parents sat down across from her counter that she was dangling her legs from. Unlike many victors, the arena uniform did not mean anything good or bad to Amy, and so she wore clothing similar to it simply because it was comfortable. "I met her sister during the post-speech feast. She said that Monica was nothing like that before the games. If there's one thing that the games taught me, it's that people will do anything to try and survive it. The same sort of passionate determination that fuelled Monica also fuelled her predecessor Aveline. My stance from my victory speech in District 12 has not changed a bit. I respect my enemies. I do not have to love them, but I acknowledge that they have dreams, desires and ambitions that do not involve personal vendettas against me any more than I desired to harm them."
"And what of those that wish to tear Panem apart?" Jawna suggested, "What of the rebels in places like 12, 8, and 11?"
"My understanding is that there are good ways to do things, and bad ways. Monica's notion of trying to act like a bloodthirsty monster was not exactly conventional or very effective, but her methods of killing were extremely efficient and effective, and I laud her for them, even if one of them was near and dear to my heart."
She sighed, briefly thinking of Marcus again, half wishing he could come bursting through the door with a big stupid grin on his face and his massive arms outstretched so he could bear-hug Amy. Alas, nothing came in from the door, and Jawna and Azhar remained where they were.
"So tell me, Amy," Azhar decided to pop an important question, "Now that you've won the Hunger Games… what do you want from life? Panem is a vast, rich locale full of opportunity."
"But is it?" Amy thought to herself, remembering seeing the way of life in the poorer districts like 10, 11, and 12. Sure things were fine and dandy in District 2, but perhaps Enobaria was right. They didn't really owe anything to the Capitol. Sure they were the hand that fed the districts, but what if the districts were able to feed themselves without exporting it all to the Capitol?
Amy simply didn't want to get involved in rebellions and other messy issues right now because she felt like she didn't know the full scope of what was going on and where, other than that Peacekeepers on leave from District 12 often talked about how they were "a swarthy bunch of rebels", but what confused Amy about it was that if '12 was so full of rebels, why had nothing been done yet?
"Fair enough," Amy shrugged in response/acknowledgement to her father's remark. "As for what I want… I simply want peace. I may be a trained killer, but I did not do that out of any desire—I simply did it out of necessity. I would readily defend myself from any hostile threat, foreign or domestic."
"I just hope '11 and '8 stay in line," Jawna shook her head, "there's been reports of trouble from those districts lately."
"Is that normal?" Amy tilted her head slightly.
"Fortunately, it is," Jawna nodded, "so it's nothing that the Peacekeeper forces deployed there are not used to. I just hope that everyone is alright."
Amy paused, before nodding. "Aye; me too…"
There was about a week where Amy and her parents were able to spend time together, before their leave period ended and they would be redeployed back to District 5. During this time, they laughed and enjoyed each other's company, reminding Amy that her family was still somewhat functional, but there were also times where Amy felt quietly awkward about the whole political issue that seemed to be floating around. On one hand, there were Districts 2, 5, and 1, that seemed to be the most loyal to the Capitol, and on the other hand, there were districts like 12, 8, 11, and 3 that seemed to be the opposite. Amy felt that Districts 6, 7, 9, and 10 might be able to be pushed towards the Capitol side using fear tactics or something similar, but she couldn't put a finger on District 4 one way or the other. '5 might have been the most mysterious of Panem's districts, but '4 had behavioral patterns that were very difficult to predict.
Such was the advantage of living in a district so full of Peacekeepers—Amy got to hear (and overhear) a bit about life in the other districts. It made her wonder if Lyme, Leto, and Enobaria were really onto something in terms of rebellion. She couldn't see it happening in District 2, but on the other hand, if Panem was going to be split down the middle, Amy naturally wanted to choose the winning side, whichever side that was.
On the other hand, Amy's parents were either oblivious to Amy's thought process, or they simply did not say anything one way or another about it. As the time came for them to take the train back to District 5, Amy was there till the last possible second.
"We're proud of you, Amy," Azhar hugged his little daughter, who, despite her young age and small size, had proven that she was as intellectually and emotionally mature and capable as most adults, "you are a wonderful asset to District 2's victor pool, and will be just as impressive of a mentor."
"Thanks dad," Amy returned the hug, before her mother came to give her the same treatment.
"We love you, Amy," she smiled sweetly, patting her back once her arms were around the small girl. "And remember—no matter what you did or what you do—we will always love you."
With this, Amy waved goodbye as they and several other peacekeepers boarded a train that would take them to various districts (and a few from other districts that worked in District 2, back to their families for a week or so). After the train pulled out of the station, Amy began walking slowly back to her home, thinking about everything that had happened in the last week.
It was clear that Azhar and Jawna were staunch supporters of the Capitol, but they did not seem rock-headed about it. They did try to promote the notion that Amy should also be pro-Capitol, but did not try to shove it down her throat, and respected her input and opinion when she said she would rather not talk about it. It made her wonder though—if push came to shove, would she and her parents find themselves on opposite ends of the battlefield? Or, would she join them, and find herself facing off against Enobaria, Leto, and Lyme? Clove also seemed to be something of a fence-sitter, but the other three were clearly resolutely anti-Capitol. Enobaria in particular often talked about the idea of a Capitol Hunger Games, using citizens from the government in a death arena just as they had done with children from the districts for nearly a century.
She would need to think about this for a while. It was not like rebellion was on their doorstep and she was faced with the immediate question of what side to take, but she knew, after the time she had spent with her parents, that there would eventually come a time when there would be no more fence-sitting. Soon, something would happen in one of those rebellious districts—most likely '12 or '8, and conflict would escalate. Would District 2 stand with its fellow districts, or against them?
Whatever the case, Amy knew that her time of sitting on the metaphorical fence between loyalty and rebellion had come to a close…
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