Great. The coil I was holding just snapped. That can only mean one thing: Brutus and Enobaria are chasing both me and Katniss.

I can almost hear Plutarch's voice in my ear, "Remember, at all costs, keep the Girl on Fire alive."

As their footsteps are increasingly getting louder, I smash the metal cylinder into Katniss's head. She cries and falls to the floor, clutching her head.

I unsheathe my knife, and I begin cutting out Katniss's tracker, but she tries fighting I finally pry it out, I smear the blood on her throat. "Stay down!" I hiss at her before showing my face to Brutus.

"There!" He roars while pointing and Enobaria tries running after me. Brutus goes somewhere else, probably to fight Peeta or Chaff.

I run, and I throw Katniss's tracker into the depth of the jungle.

Suddenly, I hear a huge explosion, and a scream. I turn around, only to see the lightning race back up into the sky and strike the force field. The force field slowly turns dark. I hear two cannon booms.

The whole damn arena just blew up. I can't believe it. What was Katniss thinking?!

Sparks are still falling as everything begins to lose power. I see a hovercraft in a distance that picks up a body. I see a flash of dark hair and I think it's Katniss. She better not be dead. I tried so damn hard to keep her alive!

For a moment, I keep staring at the sky, when I feel a sharp pain. I gasp, and my hand flies to my waist. Warm blood spills between my fingers.

I turn, and I see Enobaria raising the knife to stab me again.

Quickly, I dodge out of the way and she slashes into the empty air. I grab my axe from my belt and I swing at Enobaria. She moves, and my blade only grazes her right arm. She jumps away from me, and 10 feet separate both of us. We stare at each other, both clutching our wounds. Enobaria bares her unnaturally sharp teeth at me. But she doesn't dare attack.

A hovercraft comes and I think it's for me. The claw reaches for me, and I gladly get on. As it pulls me up, I flash a smug smile at Enobaria.

I grit my teeth as my wound increases bleeding. I'm just glad that the rebellion was able to rescue us. I really want to slap Plutarch and all of his advisors.

But there are no familiar faces on the hovercraft, and the walls are covered with the symbol of Panem.

A chill runs down my back. The people on the hovercraft are not rebels. They are not taking me to District 13. Instead, they are bringing me to the Capitol. Maybe I can knock out everyone in the hovercraft and take it to 13. Well, it's worth a shot.

I creep into the room where the pilot is. Slowly, I lift my arm and swing at his head. He falls, but he isn't knocked out. He grabs and pins me to the wall as he yells for help. The last things I see before I fall unconscious are the pilot's murderous eyes and a syringe filled with blue liquid being injected into me.

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