Jason's P.O.V:
I walked quickly through the streets of New York, weaving in between civilians whilst trying to get Vosen's men off my tail. No use. I heard SUVs racing up the road and quickened my pace. I turned into an alleyway where I pulled out my gun, loaded it and waited quietly. As I stood there, I felt a sudden gust of wind blowing on my back. Something was up. It wasn't a windy day at all, yet the breeze felt so strong as if there was a hurricane. I spun round, bringing my gun up and I saw her.
Katniss' P.O.V:
I'm confused. Plutarch said that everything would be fine, yet I somehow found myself being chased by Peacekeepers. I was sitting quietly in my room when I heard the knock on the door. Haymitch peaked out of the window and saw them, four Peacekeepers with their weapons, waiting at the door.
"Time to go, sweetheart," he said. I grabbed my bow and a sheath of arrows, crept out of the back door whilst Haymitch distracted the Peacekeepers and ran like hell into the woods outside District 12. I didn't stop to warn Peeta or anyone else; they had enough to deal with. Besides, I knew that I was the sole target of the Peacekeepers.
I heard them running into the woods behind me. Obviously they had realised that I had escaped them. Again. I carried on running, my brown jacket, trousers and boots camouflaging me amongst the trees. Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind.
Strange. I thought. It isn't windy at all today.
I stopped and looked around. The only sound was the mysterious wind blowing the leaves of the trees. It seemed to be getting closer. Having survived two Hunger Games, I should have been wary of it, but somehow I knew that this was ok.
A round, white-grey, shimmering portal appeared in front of me. The footsteps behind me said that the Peacekeepers had caught up. Without any hesitation, I ran towards the portal. It seemed like hours running through what was like misty clouds with no surroundings whatsoever, until I emerged on the other end.
Instead of grass and soil, there was hard grey concrete under my feet. There was honking and commotion coming from the end of the alleyway where I was standing. I noticed that there was a man standing with his back to me, peering out onto the main street. I saw that he had a gun. He spun round and pointed it at me at the exact same time that I aimed an arrow at him.
