A/N: I do apologize for the format. Every time I upload, it the screen crunched it up, and it came out looking like a reject. So, give it a chance? If anyone has a suggestion on how the hell to fix this ghetto issue!

Title: Even when the music's gone.

Summery: Instead of Peeta being taken by the Capitol...It was Katniss. The once triumphant "Girl On Fire" has been convicted of treason. The Capitol is seeking revenge. Will the "Boy with the Bread" ever get his Girl on Fire Back? Or will it be too late? Will her fire die out for good? Rated T for strong themes. *Not a Song Fic*

Here is the verse that inspired the title (Yeah, I couldn't decide. Lmao)

Don't you dare look out your window, darling,
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
Gone

A/N: When I say strong themes, I don't mean...You know! T for suicidal themes, and torture. Nothing...Perverted. I'm not that type of freak! xD

Katniss POV.

I only registered one thought. Cold. It was so very cold. Until I remembered the light, that bright flash that signaled the arena being destroyed. So similar the flash of a mine being destroyed...Something I knew all too well. When I finally

regained enough feeling in my body, I was hit with the agony.

No matter how bad the pain, I couldn't scream. I was caught between life and death, a vicious game of volley, tossing me mercilessly back and forth. One minute I couldn't feel a thing, the next I was on fire.

How Ironic, I though dryly. I couldn't tell how long I remained in this state. Maybe minutes, could be hours. Felt like days.

Eventually I learned to tolerate the pain, the sensation of being dipped in acid (Believe me, I knew the feeling) Or the touch of flames charring my skin. I knew that wasn't what was really happening, my pain

receptors must be at such a messed up state right now. Than all at once I was thrust into the world of the living.

Groggily my eyes sprung open. My hand Reflectively went to my head. A gesture I immediately regretted. "Stop moving, brainless." A choked voice gurgled to my left. Gasping, my eyes darted to the general

direction. A woman with a shaved head, covered in bruises and bleeding wounds glared at me. Johanna Mason. "Where the hell are we!" I gasped. My voice was rough, and gravely. She shook her head, "Look,

we are in the capitol. We're located somewhere under the city." She said quickly. "B-but why?" I sputtered indignantly. "Treason against the capitol." Johanna said no more on that subject.

I tried thinking back. When the hell did I last commit treason? Almost everyday, a small voice whispered in my mind, shut up, I told it. Finally it dawned upon me. The arena...My arrow. It was my fault. "What

have they done to you?" I whispered softly. She glanced at me, her dark eyes hard. "Everything that will happen to you next. For different reasons though." Johanna glanced at the chains on her wrists. I had a

matching set. "Be ignorant. Something you'll be good at."

"Prim..." I cried rejectedly, slumping against the wall. I had failed. My sweet little duck... And now she's gone because of me...

"She's fine. So is your mother." Johanna said impatiently. "Alive?" I asked, a tiny speck of hope mixed with the doubt. "Yes, yes! Duh." She rolled her eyes. "...Peeta..?" I almost didn't want to ask. I didn't want

to hear about the brutal death he had. The fact that I killed the boy who truly just wanted to help me. I just couldn't. "He's kicking it back, at good ol' thirteen." She said bitterly. Was she bitter because he was

there, and she wasn't? I didn't care. All that mattered was everyone I cared about was safe. I no longer care, the Capitol can destroy me all they want, but knowing my loved ones are out of Snow's violent

hands? Almost too good to be true. She had continued on telling me how she had been tortured only once so far, electric shock.

I was so distracted, I didn't even realize what she had said. Thirteen. My mind flashed back to Bonnie and Twill, that day in the woods. Something about how district thirteen was still living... Those electric shock

sessions must of fried her brain. "Thirteen? Johanna.." I trailed off. She waved her hand dismissively. "The less you know, the better." I hadn't a clue what she meant. But I accepted it. Hours later, long after

Johanna dozed off a metal door I hadn't previously noticed swung open. Immediately I was on my feet. Which was hard, considering my ankles were also chained.

Two large peacekeepers marched in, a key in hand. Swiftly, they unlocked Johanna's restraints, and grabbed her. She awoke, and began struggling. "Stop squirming you disgusting beast." One peacekeeper

growled. The other pulled out a syringe and plunged it into her arm. I began to scream, pleading her name. "Wake up! Don't touch her!" I screamed. "Haha, cute. Look at this one Phil." The first peacekeeper,

who had Johanna's limp body by the throat, chuckled.

"Oh, looky. A girl on fire." Phil sneered. Phil sent a quick kick to my ribs. Clenching my teeth in pain, a hiss escaped. "Pathetic. Your lucky Snow has specific orders for you. You'd be worth more than even Finnick."

The first peacekeeper grinned feverishly. "Right? Well come on Riley, we better get this one set up. I heard he has a special show for you, Girl on Fire." Phil chuckled along with his friend. I glared daggers. They

dragged Johanna out the door. I slumped against the wall, my head between my knees. I must look on the verge of a breakdown. That's because I was.

I was locked in a silent world. Maybe that's how I didn't noticed the floor rising. Or the glass contact shaped window appearing on the wall against from me. If I had been attentive, I would have noticed

Johanna strapped to a metal table. The only thing separating us was a curved window. The shock hit me when I finally did notice her. What didn't hit me, what was going on? A surgeon stood over her, a scalpel

in his hand, poised to slice.

She needs surgery? Why is she awa- An overwhelming urge to vomit struck me. They wanted me to see this. To break me. I couldn't look away... My eyes glued to the window. The surgeon began slicing

Johanna's flesh, crimson blood escaping the wounds pooling on the ground. Johanna wasn't even mildly sedated. This continued for hours. She screamed in rage, profanities escaping her lips. She continued

screaming until she couldn't any longer.

Defeated, sweaty, and pale she slumped against the table. At this point, the floor was bright red. Oh Johanna... Once again, I took the cowardly way out, and my hands remained locked over my

eyes. After the show was over, a metal screen came over the window, shielding Johanna from my sight again. Shaking, I released a small sob I had been holding in. The floor began to rise, but I didn't care. I

stayed in place. I felt lights on me, and eyes.

I relaxed my muscles, and glared at the people before me. Freaks. A fat woman with rainbow skin, and a thin woman with peacock eyelashes. Behind them, Peacekeepers. "Who the hell are you?" I sneered

beyond manners. "We're you new prep team. Get up. You're going to listen to us, and do as we say." The thin woman hissed, her voice pure venom. The chubby one looked at my with pity. I laughed bitterly in

her face.

"Enjoying the view? It's not as pleasant from down here you lard stuffed sock puppet!" I sneered with an attitude. Her eyes bulged in shock. Surprisingly, the thin one laughed. "Don't be offended Opal, this

ones a fighter." She sneered. Opal, the chubby one nodded. "Figures. Aren't they all?" She laughed. "So Jessenia, where shall we start?" Opal chirped. "We'll fix her eyebrows. A padded outfit, and a truck load

of cover up. Hmm, And perhaps some waxing if her skin can handle it." Jessenia said in a dull tone.

"Yes, yes! Fantastic. I'll get the supplies." Opal squeaked and ran from the room. Jessenia leaned over to observe my hair. I could kill her, I thought. She must have seen my thoughts on my face, because her

back went rigid. Expecting an attack. She took a strand between her narrow fingers, "Hmm." She pondered. Then she leaned in real close, and I noticed a necklace slide from her shirt. My

pin. A mockingjay.

She noticed me looking, "Pretty isn't it? I got it at a meeting. One that started at midnight." was all she said. Those words...I've heard those words. Plutarch Heavensbee. When we had first met, and he had

warned me of the arena. Tick tock, tick tock. I had been told anyone wearing my pin was on my side...But that was at home. And this sure as hell wasn't my home. This woman was on my side? No. It was an

illusion, Snow's trying to get to me. In that moment I decided not to trust this woman, regardless of what she says. She slips her necklace back in her shirt.

Opal trots back in, and I begin to struggle. The Peacekeepers in turn, inject me with a nerve-killing serum. I lay in a jellyfish state as they wax, paint, and dress me. "We're clearing the room, so they can give

you the antidote. It's in a gas form. Sort of like a bomb. It will blow away anything in thirteen" Jessenia stated, and then added, "Of your personality disorders." before spinning on her impossibly high heels and

stalking from the room.

Slowly as they administrate the gas, I return to normal. I stretch out my limps, my joints pop in protest. "It will blow away anything in Thirteen...Of your personality disorders" She had said, with such

importance. Could she mean? In District Thirteen? No...Unless...

A voice comes over a loud speaker, the stage rises. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1..." (A/N: Admit it. You read that in a deep voice.) "Ladies and Gentlemen, you love her! You sponsored her! I present to

you, the female victor of the 74th annual hunger games, Girl on Fire, Katniss Everdeen!" The voice of Caesar Flickerman booms throughout the large room I am lifted into.

There is no audience, no spectators. Just...Just President Snow. His cold eyes stared at me, a silent warning. He smile icily, and mimed dragging his hand across his throat. He then pointed behind him, to a

bound Johanna. His message couldn't have been clearer.

Behave, or the girl gets it. She's not necessary to the plan like you are. Just like thirteen wasn't. Which is why it was bombed. A fresh white rose in his lap. "Welcome Miss. Everdeen! It's amazing having you once

again. I honestly believed I had my final interview with you!" Caesar smiled. Unlike the Tribute interviews, his smile was forced. He must have been threatened also.

"So tell me Katniss, what really happened in the arena that last night?" The question seemed innocent enough, but somehow it made me angry. "Wasn't it obvious?" I snapped. Snow raised an

eyebrow."Wasn't it obvious, that others had plans?" I restrained myself, punctuating my words specificly. Plotting the next bomb I was to drop. "That was rather unfortunate wasn't it? My heart literally stopped

when the arena blew out. That was your arrow, wasn't it?" He said sadly. I glanced at Snow, when I said these next words.

"It was my arrow. But I shot blindly. You know what else is unfortunate? How one bomb could just blow away everything in thirteen. Dead by morning! Dead by morning!" I scream with glee. My words have their

desired effect.

Chaos erupts at once, as the camera is tossed to the side. Snow snaps his fingers twice. A Peacekeeper rushes up to me with metal studded gloves, for Prim and Peeta's sake, I attempt to hold back my cry of

pain. I'm not successful. I scream out, and I hit the ground. My own blood spatters the stage in front of me. Just before I black out, I see Johanna mouth something to me. I think it was, "Make him pay for it."

Then there is darkness. Not even a Girl On Fire can see through this.

Ah, it's the first chapter. I had to rush it a little bit, hence the entire rushed up stuff. Sorry It's late, I'm typing at 3:00 in the morning. And this is cray. And I'm not speaking of the Peacekeeper.

Here is some Hunger Game Trivia/ Tidbits about the cast.
I'll do three facts per chapter.

1- Jennifer Lawrence kicked Josh in the head giving him a concussion! D: (She didn't do it intentionally and felt really bad though! So it's okay :D)

2- Jennifer Lawrence asks really awkward questions. "She was like, have you ever had sex with a kangaroo?" -Liam Hensworth.

3- THERE IS NO BONNIE AND TWILL IN THE CATCHING FIRE MOVIE. That kind of confused me, because isn't that how she found out about thirteen? And Without B&T, she won't be caught by the fence. And without the fence being electric, she won't need to jump. And without needing to jump, she won't get hurt. Without getting hurt she won't need Sleep Syrup. Without that, Peeta won't need to carry her. Without that, THERE IS NO "Stay with me!" "Always" Scene. *Breathes deeply* Guys. What I'm getting at is...Grrr. Damn you small window of filming! (Besides, the fence is just like four feet tall in the movie anyway 0.0) Anyone have an opinion on that one? I am so looking for an army so I can take over the Director and force him to start AGAIN. Nah, kidding. But seriously, see my point? Lawlz.

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