Summary: At first she thought it was a dream then she thought it was an ill-fitting simulation, and lastly, she realized she must've ticked someone off to end up here. SI/OC District 4 centric pairings undecided

Warnings: Obviously violence, gore, death, language etc. Rating M for future events/scenes (I swear it's going to be justified)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games

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There was something very wrong with where she was. Something truly wrong indeed. Of course, her situation was far from normal. She, Tatianna Newman, now Andromeda Fairport had died and found her soul reincarnated. A revelation that had conveniently hit her the moment she woke up as a baby. But surprisingly enough that wasn't what was wrong.

It had been a few months after her third birthday when it hit her like a freight train.

At the time, she had reasoned where she was born was a world of her own. Perhaps the apocalypse occurred and this was a dystopian future. Maybe her town was just a very very secluded place where police officers wore head to toe armor in white. Even when she played with the idea that she had ended up in some alternative universe, she never once could've imagined she was instead in a world that was once fiction to her. A fictional world filled with death.

She had hoped, swore, and prayed for anywhere and anything else. Out of all the fictional universes and stories, this was where she somehow ended up. Off the top of her head, there were loads more places she would've preferred, Game of Thrones, Divergent, hell even Twilight was far superior in every way, at least in that place there was a slim chance she'd die.

Anything would've been better than here.

Andromeda didn't remember the first year of her new life in this world, mostly hazy blurs that muddled in her mind. The second year was during a time where everyone in the area had fallen ill, including herself (which scared her parents and older brother), something to do with whatever was in the fish at the time. So for a few weeks, she had been in and out of consciousness, which had apparently and conveniently been over that time of the showing of it.

It was now the third time she would experience it in her lifetime, and it was then that she knew exactly where and what fictional place she was in. And it scared her.

When her family had all gathered around the projection like screen, either a more advanced version of a tv or a very low-quality downgrade she couldn't tell, Andromeda found herself wanting to scream and run as far away as she could.

It couldn't be she argued, it wasn't real, it couldn't be real, t didn't make any sense to her. Yet it was there, all happening an unfolding before like the sick entertainment it was. How could she deny such a truth?

The truth was, she couldn't.

She knew she was screwed then and there. And if she wasn't her family was. Her older brother, just twelve himself, it made logical sense now, why her parents kept him close the weeks prior, watching and looking after him like they may lose him any moment, luckily they didn't, this time. Honestly, Andromeda felt pretty stupid with it all, ow she could've been so dense and blind was beyond her.

As the images on the screen buzzed to life, the words that opened it rang through her head, ricocheting and echoing for the rest of the week like a broken record. The color draining from her face she watched it all unfold live before her very eyes in horror.

Welcome to the 56th Annual Hunger Games! Please welcome this year's tributes!

Yes, Andromeda Fairport was fucked.

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A/N: How many fanfictions will I start? Who knows anymore, ideas keep coming and coming lol! I already know no one will read this, but to the few of you who will hope ya'll are ready for world building and Capitol lore building.