Warning: Spoilers

"She's gone Gale"

Gale had no understanding as to what Katniss was trying to inform him but he closed his face, looking out towards him, anywhere but her. Katniss however understood what Gale was thinking, mentally hitting herself, he doesn't know. Then again, why would he want to?

"Madge" Katniss breathed out. "The bombings, they hit her home, no one made it out"

As much as Gale despised Madge, he let himself feel a slight pang of guilt, pity, but that was it, and that's all that would come of it. He knew she didn't deserve to be pulverized in hot flames, neither her excuse of a family, but they weren't the only. She was just a small bump in this rebellion. Katniss took a glimpse to his face while they were walking through the corridors of District 13, nothing. There was nothing on his face, nothing to show, nothing to feel. He was as cold and stone like as Snow himself she dare say, he felt no respect for her, even if she was dead. Oh but if he knew.

"She was strong Gale, she would fight with everything if she was here. Madge died for us" Katniss said, ever so slowly to bring Gale to understanding without slitting his throat in frustration. But then again, all he did was grunt. "Well she's not here, she died by a bombing, not to protect" he muttered in coldness. Katniss tried again, opening her mouth to snap at the thick-skulled brute. "You ha-'

"There are better things to do then worry about Undersee" He snapped, grabbing her arm in his tight grip. "Out of everyone, you're our strongest weapon, we are fighting Katniss, we're in a war. She wasn't the only damn person to die, others did, others that cared, had families and more will." She took a sharp intake, smacking his hand away from his grip. "Don't try convincing me to to do something about it. She doesn't matter anymore. She's gone."

Katniss flushed with anger, shoving Gales thick frame just enough he smashed into the wall behind him. "Gone Gale, Gone. You can't feel any sympathy for the poor girl?!" Poor? Gale snorted. She hit him square on the chest. "You know I didn't mean it like that". Snickering he just walked off again, like the sorrow hearted man he is.

"Didn't you think at all to save her? What were you thinking?" Taking long, quick strides, she caught herself up with his strong, swift and quite large steps. Her sharp grimace on her face didn't frazzle Gale the slightest, in fact he was even more determined to prove her erroneous. "There was a bombing and you wanted me to think? All I needed to do was get everyone out. There was no time to think" his eye brows furrowed."Exactly, there was a bombing, it was the perfect time to think, what to do, how to get them out. You hated her so much you let her die?" he huffed again. "Stop avoiding the question!"

"I thought she'd been taken okay!" he finally roared back. "Her father have ought to know something was wrong, send her off or something, the Capitol even. She's the Mayors Daughter, her own father would have wanted her out first judging how cynical he is." Her blood boiled. "Judging by how obscure you were, how naïve, you could have gotten her out" she yelled back with just enough force.

"It's unfortunate she's dead" he said through gritted teeth. His words were truthful however. "But dying can only be natural, people die every day" But she only stepped closer, the bite in her words. "That was murder."

Gale could see through her eyes, heck, he knew her for years. He knew exactly what was impact in her head, what she was thinking. "Abandoning someone to their death is just as sick as murder itself" and that's all it took. The slick words rolled off her tongue, the toxin in them that almost made him hurl. He was a murderer in her eyes. A scowl landed on his face, a look of disgust, disgust on whom, he asks himself. Katniss? no she's was cryptic. Her words? words have a stronger impact on him than any blade. Himself? the question lays unanswered. But he strides off again until her words stop him once more.

"Without her, you'd be dead."

And then he's gone.

"And you...in Thirteen...dead by morning!"

Peeta's wail was heard from the speakers as he's beaten to a pulp, his own blood splattered all over the once pristine tiles. Now he's done it. Katniss scream begins, choking on her own greif. Gale remains speachless, stunned, but speachless, he knews this was coming. Questions flying across the room, silent wailing, demanding answers was all it took for Haymitch Abernathy to crack his head off. His voice boomed making every pair of eyes turn to his direction.

"Shut up!" The room remains silent. "It's not some big mystery! The boys telling us we're about to be attacked. Here. In Thirteen." An uproar of more, demanding answers to there questions. Haymitch releasing a pitch of frustration. No one wanted to take the risk however, to believe Peeta or ignore his sharp warning. Katniss wouldn't allow it, however many complaints people throwed at her, neither could Gale or the rest of the crew. Thirteen was sure to be bombed. And so they prepared for the attack.

No one was killed during the invasion , nor injured. The people in Thirteen all resumed to there underground tactics, only they went deeper, so deep that none of there deadly weapons could reach there destination. The worse that possibly happened was the power going out, and the lack of showers.

Now, however, Gale prepares himself for another mission, to rescue whoever they have captured in the Captiol. Including Peeta Mellark, the kind sod he has the plump hatred for, but Katniss needs him and that was good enough for Gale.

"Without her, you'd be dead." The argument he had with Katniss never once faded his mind, it kind of just slipped off both there heads as they resumed to there everyday lifes here in Thirteen. Katniss ofcourse must have never forgotten, neither did he, but they never mention anything. Madge didn't do jack for me he thought. Tightning his suit around his waist he slipped the violet tablet, Nightlock, in the deep pocket on the left of his thigh, a quick, painless death from the pill if ever consumed. Katniss's words took over his head again. "Without her, you'd be dead." Plastering a tough scrowl on his face, he reminded himself to ask what Katniss meant about that once he arrives back with the rescued prisoners. "If I'm not dead by then" he says aloud. Stop thinking about Undersee, she's dead. He finds him arguing with himself again, a quiet repetitive habit he started and quiet often does when he's focused on a paticular subject.

"Talking to your self again Hawthorne?" A scruff smirk etched on Haymitch's repugnant face is what Gale finds when turning to the voice. "I'm almost convinced you've gone mad" he stalks up to Gale and stops, crossing his arms and leaning on the table. "See your ready to depart" he says in a obvious expression. Gale only grunts. "I'm also quiet convinced you never told Katniss your going, I mean you could be killed off, tortured even, just like the rest of 'em" Gale winces at his words. "But you don't tell her, I'm not surprised" he shrugs.

"Is that all you wanted to inform me about, that I might get my get shot?" Gale responds, he's in no fit state to listen to Haymitch's ramabling, he never took a liking to the alcholic victor. "No actually" he answers in a matter of factly. " I actually wanted to tell you to rescue anyone else you find that might have any connection to anyone here". "And why do you want me to do that, we have a set plan from Plutarch, this isn't some easy rescue mission." He turns in confusion, Haymitch had a heart? how interesting. "Plutarch would have never approved and I've heard your quiet the...hero? Ofcourse from what I've heard" Refering to the time Gale saved as many people from the District Twelve bombings. "A few helpless souls could save this rebellion" Haymitch pats a secure hand to his shoulder and walks off taking his rotten breath with him. This wasn't like Haymitch, no, he wanted someone alive, someone who's dead.

They were now here, at the Capitol, on there mission to rescue the strongest members of the rebellion. Gale rushes through the corriders, rooms and rooms, cells to keep all the hated beings in. He took a large blow to his shoulder blade when a peacekeeper fired a bullet to him almost tagetting his chest. They've rescued Peeta and Annie from what he was told as they now search for Johanna.

Gale knocks down a random door with the back of his gun. A shrivelled, cracked scream escapes on the other side only motivating Gale more to break down the ransid door. A feminine scream, soft and delicate. This can't be Johanna. She was rough, demanding, but ignoring his thoughts of ditching the door and searching again he keeps Haymitch's words in his mind and with his last few bangs of the door, he knocks it down. His shoulder was already throbbing by the contact when he blowed the door but he forced himseld to push it out of his mind. That was to easy though once he finds who's laying on the floor, sprawled in a small heap, golden locks, ivory skin, wide blue eyes. Gale finds his own orbs widening. This can't be.

"Madge?"

Peeta's sudden outburst shocked the members, he tried to choke Katniss. His own lover. This just made everyone wonder what the Capitol influenced on the rest of the victims. Peeta was said to be tortured for information, or to just weaken our Mockingjay, but was also the victim of being highjacked. Mucking up his head to create Katniss a dangerous mutt, a murderer. From her near death blow from Peeta, Katniss was sent to recover. Johanna was also tortured, arriving at Thirteen with bruises and slits scattered around her body and her use to be midnight locks shaved completely off. Madge was what startled everyone most. Especially Gale.

Once Madge arrived in Thirteen, they tossed her in a room, having her cheaked up on. What terrified everyone the most was how weak and vunerable she reacted. Screaming for mercy, for help, to not hurt her. Streams were pouring down her frail face, which Gale could easily tell she was fed barely anything. Thrashing and trying to hit or kick anyone, to leave her alone she looked horrific. So weak. Gale felt, for once, the sympathy Katniss had longed him to feel for Madge.

Himself and Haymitch stood watching the helpless girl. Seeing her scream and fight with everything sh'es got but she was to broken to barley push anyone aside. One of the nurses managed to hold her arm in place for just enought time to stick a needle at the pit of her arm and inject what ever serum was in it. Madge seeing the needle instantly made her thrash more than before but the drug already took effect. What angered Gale most though was the fact that the drug didn't put her to sleep, only making her numb, paralyzed as she watches nurses and doctors stabilze her mangled body. She was frightened but so helpless about it.

"Maysilee" Haymitch's husky voice whispered next to him, and soon he stalked off with no expression, his arms folded together.

Madge's head turned to the glass window as she spotted Gale, looking at him through teary orbs, for help. It sickend Gale, he couldnt hold her strong gaze so he did the only thing he could, like the sorrow hearted man he was, he looked away.

A/N

This is my first ever fanfic on this site and I really hope you like it and thank you for reading it :D I'm not sure if I should keep writing it, depends if I have some first fans for this story lol. Anyway, if you enjoyed, please review and I'll try to uptade ASAP. The story's probably really confusing right? Feel free to critic. I promise the next chapters will be longer and not fast paced, I just wanted it to get to the point a bit faster so it's not boring:P

Thank you:)