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I watched her silently from the restless crowd, screaming and kicking. My name exploding out of her lips, begging me to do what was impossible.

I'd known what she was going to do the second she lifted her smooth black bow, maybe even before she did. I saw it in her cloudy grey eyes even from a distance. I knew her better than anyone and she knew me better than anyone else too. And I knew one more thing. I knew I'd lost her.

As she got dragged away I realised just how useless the two of us ever were as friends or anything more. We wouldn't and couldn't keep our promises to each other and everything we did ended up injuring both of us.

As the crowd started pushing and panicking I stood still and dreamt of those far away days we had spent in the woods, when everything was perfect because nothing was complicated. Hunting, the cool forest air bringing sounds of the free life in the woods, eating warm bread with the creamy goat's cheese smothered on top, a reaping present from… Prim.

A whole new wave of guilt washed over me as I replayed the scene in my head, of her rushing to help the children, the parachutes raining down, her getting murdered with them.

An ingenious idea that I came up with.

To be used on the enemy. I hoped that someone else had also thought of it and that it wasn't my idea that killed her. I also hoped that the capitol planes were actually piloted by people from the capitol. I hoped that it had never happened. But deep down I knew, I knew it was the rebels that killed her and that it was me that gave them the means to.

I turned away before Katniss was swallowed by the mansion and started wondering through the crowd, feeling lost. What else was left, I could no longer protect and aid Katniss, I wasn't needed to help fight for freedom, I wasn't even needed to feed my family anymore.

My feet took themselves along the paved streets of the Capitol, my mind too lost to be able to feel resentful and angry at the houses and the people who used to live there. I was on a street like any other street; pastel coloured houses, decorated, clean and sickening with cobbled roads that despite what they looked like actually had no uneven ground to possibly trip up anyone trotting around in heels.

Then from up ahead I saw a figure running towards me, a girl, definitely not someone from the Capitol. A rebel.

I stopped walking and let her run over to me, waiting. When she stopped the first thing I noticed was her annoyed expression. Then I noticed just how stunningly beautiful she was, she had dark brown, almost black hair, huge hazel eyes and tanned skin. If this was before I realised how much I loved Katniss I would definitely started flirting with her. However at the moment all I was thinking of is how I wished this was Katniss running up to me, saying she forgives me for everything and begging me to run away with her.

"Hey!" she shouted, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "I've been saying your name for like a minute, can you freaking answer!"

"Yeah, sorry…" I said, my voice came out normal despite what I was feeling. The girl rolled her eyes.

"You're Gale right? One of the rebels, Katniss' supposed cousin?" I nodded.

"You're needed in the presidents old mansion, I dunno who's it is now." And with that she turned and started running back the way she came. I stared after her, perplexed for a moment and wondering who she is. I then turned and started walking towards the mansion, not bothering to go fast or take the shortest route through the maze of wealth. I'd get there when I'd get there.

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"Gale!" I heard someone call as I entered the mansion. I turned to my right to look down the pillared corridor filled with various artwork and flowers. There stood Plutarch, smiling at me despite the events Katniss had just caused. I sometimes wondered it this man had any true feelings, sure he joined the rebels but despite the smiles and sad expressions for show, I don't think I've ever seen him show any real emotion. But I guess you'd have to be like that if you were gamekeeper, planning how tributes got murdered, who or what kills them; a job impossible to someone who cares.

"Hi," I said.

"Gale, you're needed in 2 as soon as possible really, to help manage some small rebellions of those sympathetic with the Capitol." He said dramatically, whispering the last word. "Katniss' little stunt gave them a little more fuel, with the idea that she might be on their side, and we need someone experienced enough to manage it and that's you!" his voice raised a few pitches at the end, obviously more excited than me at my new job.

"When do I leave?" I asked.

"Well now, today if possible, there is the small matter of an election for the new president but I'm sure, one vote missing won't make all the difference," he paused. "And of course you might want to stay for Katniss' trial but…"

"No! I'll go today," I said, the more I thought about Katniss the more it hurt, maybe getting away from here would help.

Plutarch looked taken aback for a moment but quickly regained his composure.

"Well then, the train leaves in two hours, I'm sure you can find out how to get to the station…" he trailed off.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," I said then turned away from him and the fancy decorations and headed off to 2.