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Sorry for my bad English. I started this fanfiction in German, but I realized soon enough, that English is more beautiful than German. Lol. There will be a lot of mistakes, It's a little bit awkward for me, but please try to bear with it! It definitely gets better after the second chapter :D Please hang in there!

Chapter 1: Lost

Everything should have gone according to plan. Every man and woman of the rescue team of district 13 had been selected very carefully and trained for this mission. The concept was good enough to work out and even the progress reports that came in after our team had arrived at the capitol had all been positive. The team had headed out early in the morning, and it was expected to return two days after their departure.

Most of the rebels were just waiting in their rooms and prayed for a favorable outcome. Plutarch never left his seat and literally resided in the command center, never going out for even a second. So did Coin, Boggs, Haymitch and also Finnick, who could never refrain himself from pacing up and down nervously. Of course he did. Annie Cresta's life was also at stake...

"What the fuck is going on?", he asked nervy, as he stroke through his bronze-colored hair. "They should have contacted us since a while ago. What are they doing?"

"Calm down boy", Boggs reminded him. "They will. Soon. Everything will be alright."
But he did not sound as reassuring as he wanted himself to be.

"How could I calm down in this kind of situation?" he answered angrily. "I don't know what to do if Annie.. If.."

His voice failed him. He didn't even want to think about it, he just felt his gorge rising.
Boggs placed his hand on Finnick's shoulder, since he did not have any words left to cheer him up.

Haymitch never talked, but his hands found their way to the flask in his vest constantly. It was his own way to cope with his agitation and no one seemed to be bothered by his malodorous breath for once. Coin just played with her fingers, as she sank in her armchair.

I was not allowed to join them, regardless of how many times I had asked - no - begged them. Haymitch stated that I should just busy myself with something else, since I seemed to be unstable lately. That would not have been surprising if we recap what had happened the last few weeks. I had fought in the arena again, killed for my own survival and even lost the person, who's most important to me, to the claws of the capitol. And to top it all, my whole homeland got burned down, including my home, friends and their families.

'He has no say', I thought angered. 'After all, it's him who gets drunk as fast as possible if something bad happens. This is what I would call unstable. In fact, his state might be even worse than mine.'

Haymitch didn't have anyone to care about, since he survived his own games. Everyone he had cared about had been tortured and killed by the capitol, as they weren't pleased with the circumstances of his victory. But twenty-four years later, his almost frozen heart has started to beat again, just because of two children who survived under his guidance. Two children who grew to be something like his own children. His new family. And now, one of his beloved kids was gone, reopening old scars that he had desperately tried to close by drinking for years.

Maybe he didn't want me to see him like this. We could have supported each other, since we both were worried to death, but no matter how long I begged, the doors to the commander center stayed closed, leaving me no chance to enter. So I stayed right next to the doors waiting. Minutes. Hours. Days. I would have waited for a week if necessary. I was left with my hope alone, that I would be the first one to be told the latest news if anything happened.

-.-

I had to think about what happened that last day in the arena. It was my biggest mistake that I approved to let our little group split up. If I had only known that someone from outside, the rebels, tried to rescue us out of the killing floor, I would have made sure to stay with everyone. Escape together. Survive together.

As soon as the force field had burst in an earsplitting bang, someone grabbed me from behind and literally threw me into the hovercraft.

"You are safe. Now stay down", a strangely familiar voice had told me. Gale.

I felt dizzy and was on the verge of losing consciousness. I had hit my head quite hard when the explosion had wiped me off my feet, but I still managed to realize that some people of my alliance were missing.

"What about the others? Tell me!"
I demanded but no one would answer me, including the gray-eyed man from the seam.

"Where are they? What are you doing?" I hissed after no one seemed to care about what I had been asking. I got up to my wobbling feet. One moment later, someone pinned me against the wall as I tried to escape and ordered me to calm the fuck down. Of course I would not let them have their way, not if I didn't know what happened to the other tributes.

"Take your hands off me!" I struggled. "Let me go back! The others are still-…"

This was all I could remember. Someone had knocked me out from behind and the last thing I could sense was the deep darkness I sank into. I could hear the distant cracking of machine guns around me and the sound of detonations. Screams. I just couldn't differ if I really heard them or If they were just products of my own mind.

When I had came to again, I was already brought to the headquarter of the rebellion – District 13. I couldn't remember what happened first, but when I spotted Finnick who lay in the bed next to mine, I remembered.
"Finnick!" I had shouted and got up immediately. "Finnick, where are we?"

The young man had already been awake.

"Oh, hello there", he answered calmly when he turned his head to meet my glance. "It took you a long time to come back to us. We are out of the arena, …obviously." He added.

"I can see that", I replied untouched. "Where is 'out of the arena'?"

"District 13."

"What?"

"District 13, I said."

I gasped. "District 13 doesn't exist anymore."

"Does it look like it doesn't exist to you?" he stated and looked around. I followed his glance. The room we had been in looked like a clinical center, but not like the one of the capitol, where I had found myself in after my first hunger games. This one looked more like there were also humans treating their patients and not only machines.

I shook my head. "Apparently we ought to be somewhere. How did we get here?"

"The rebels saved us."

I raised my eyebrow. Rebels?

"Our rescue was planned well in advance, since the rules for the quarter quell were released to the public. But we never told you 'cause it wasn't safe enough to do so."

"You knew?" I had almost shouted.

He nodded what had left me quite speechless. "Haymitch will tell you everything", he promised.

"Haymitch? He's here?"

"Yeah, he is. You should thank him later, since he's the one who pulled the strings amongst others all along."

I couldn't believe what Finnick told me. How had this even been possible? I had been convinced that I'd die back there. I had planned to live as long as the others would need me to survive the game. And then go. Forever. I hadn't even dreamt of the possibility that we would make it out alive again. Now I've been given a future. Once again.

I had been relieved to know that Finnick was by my side and I really thought for a second, that everyone else was safe, too. But the other beds around us had all been left untouched.

Finnick had explained everything to me.

Slowly.

Except us, Beetee had been the only one to get out of there. Fortunately, he and Finnick had fallen over right next to me, when the explosion occurred and had been picked up at the same time as me. The others had not been found early enough, the security of the capitol came into action much faster than the rebels had ever expected. They had triggered all traps at once. A big wave had come out of nowhere and had almost hit the hovercraft, which managed to start last minute. However they had to abandon the rest of the tributes to their fates.

-.-

This had happened several weeks ago. When I was able to leave the clinic, I started to hang out in front of the commander center, never even once going to the room which was assigned to me. At least not for eating or sleeping, but even I had to go to wash myself sometimes. Finnick was the only one who leaked information to me. Haymitch simply let me be, and Beetee didn't think he was close to me at all to comfort me. Let alone Coin or Boggs, her 'footboy'.

They didn't even care to tell me, when the rescue team launched for their mission. I guess, Haymitch just had been afraid that it would come to my mind to join them in secret. If someone had told me about D-day, I would have jumped on board of the next hovercraft immediately. I wanted to be in that mission so badly. I wanted to safe my dear ones from the capitol, but no one let me. No one gave me the chance to do it. They told me I was too 'important' to risk my life for that. Instead of me, they let Gale go, because he got the trust of the government in District 13 and also seemed to already be a big shot in thirteen's troops.

I waited till the next morning, when Finnick and Beetee left the center. Finnick's tanned face looked rather pale for the first time I saw him. His eyes seemed to be cold as ice when he looked at me. Beetee just walked on, pearls of sweat forming on his forehead.

"What's going on?" I asked breathless. I knew something wasn't right, because he couldn't manage to look into my eyes.

"Finnick?"

He shook his head. It felt as if someone hit me in my stomach and ripped it apart.

"Finnick? What... What happened?" I asked as my voice started to tremble in terror.

"The mission didn't succeed" he said. He pressed his eyes closed and shook his head slowly.

"What? What do you mean?"

"When the rescue team got in... The prison was... " he inhaled deeply and bit his lower lip. He knew he had to tell me, but it was extremely hard on him. He opened his eyes again as he exhaled and finally started to speak again.
"There ... There was no one to be found in the prison, except for Johanna and Annie. They made it."

Under different circumstances I would have been happy for him. But I wasn't. I didn't care about Annies rescue now, I couldn't care less about her at the moment.

"And what about –", I began terrified. Finnick stopped me.

"Katniss is lost. I am sorry."

This is my first fanfiction written in English. I am so sorry for all the mistakes. I gave my best, and it still took me ages to just write this tiny chapter!

Actually, I didn't want you to know in whose point of view I wrote. I hope I surprised you a little.

Stay tuned for the second chapter! They may get short, but I'm sure you will like the story.

Please review and tell me If you liked it and - If you understood anything at all! , thank you!