Probably it's kinda confusing, but it will explained in later chapters. English is not my native language, so please forgive if there are a lot of grammar mistakes, typos, etc. review is very welcomed. constructive review also welcomed. but flames aren't. get it?

Disclaimer: Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins. I am clearly not her.


I don't know what happen. I am running through the capitol, there are bullets , fired from every direction, the sounds of shooting and screaming of rage and fear deafening my ears. Cressida has run with me, from one corner to another, a gun in hand. But, suddenly everything seems to be quite. There's something wrong, and before i could understand anything, a body push me to the ground, the silence has been broke by an explosion.

A bomb explode in the front yard of the president's mansion. The smoke cover the mansion from my sight, but there were cryings and wailings of little children.

I close my eyes so tight while it happens. But, i can feel the harsh and fast breathing of the person covering and protecting me from the explosion. it's peeta, i can sense it from the feel of his familiar scent eventhough it has been mixed with the smell of blood and dusk and smoke.

But, as soon as i feel his skin on mine, it's gone. Peeta has stand up, when the sound of wailing and crying started. When, i look up at him, his face hold a determined expression i have never seen before.

"Cressida,take Katniss away from here," he said, his voice is firm and unwavering, clear in the middle of this crowd.

"What are you going to do, Peeta?" I ask while standing, when I understand what he is going to do,"you can't go there, you can't,"

"I have to try, listen, he's there, Katniss," he looks at me with those blue eyes, and for one second, it's like he has never been hijacked, for one second I see a pair of blue eyes that belonged to a kind sixteen years old son of the baker from town, not the wounded scarred boy who has been force to grow up so fast."my son is there, i have to save him"

"He's not yours, Peeta,"

"No, he's ours," and with that he ran to the piles of rubbles of the president's front yard, into the smoke of uncertainty.

"Don't go there!" suddenly, there something inside me that make me feel so scared,"you're going to die!" i run after him, i wanna have him beside me so bad, keeping him safe there, but a pair of another strong arms hold me back.

"Don't go there, Katniss," Cresside shouts,"you're gonna hurt yourself," she literary drag me into a corner, hide our body under the shadows of walls surrounding us. It's to long, to long. Then I see them. Another flock of white uniforms sweeps into the opening. But these aren't Peacekeepers. They're medics. Rebel medics. I'd know the uniforms anywhere. They swarm in among the children, wielding medical kits. First I get a glimpse of the blond braid down her back. Then, as she yanks off her coat to cover a wailing child, I notice the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt.

Prim, no! Get away from there! I try to shout, but cresside covers my mouth with her hand. And we see it together. Peeta comes out of the president mansion, holding a crying baby in his arms. He has stopped to give the baby to one of the rebel medics, an older woman. Peeta talk to her, and a few second later the woman ran to the rebel plane it seems. He see Prim, and give her a smile. She smile back.

And that's when another bomb set my whole world on fire. I can't see anything except red everywhere. Cresside is to shocked, she let go of my mouth. I ran to the fire, tears sliding down my cheeks. I feel my heart has been ripped from where it used to be. I scream their names, over and over again. Deny the possiblity that they can not be saved anymore. I try hopelessly and desperately to find their bodies and drag them out of the flame. I can't think straight. I just have to find them.

"Katniss, get out of there," Cressida's voice snap me from my insanity, to realize a painfull heat from my body. I am on fire, too. I am going to die, too. With them. Just let me die.