When Katniss told me we weren't going to be in the war, I was mad. Beyond mad. I threw myself into training, practising so I could be at the top of my game. And now, at the individual sessions, I'm beyond ready.

Nothing will stand in the way of me being in this. I, Johanna Mason, was born to fight. I survived two Hunger Games, I'm sure to get through this. Pshh. District 13 and their stupid little fake training. As if I'd ever be stupid enough to get into a situation like this.

I step into that virtual reality thing and prepare for probably the most boring "fighting" experience I will ever have. It's pretty simple. It's suppose to target your greatest weakness, or something like that. Yep. Because I have a weakness. It's pretty basic, just following orders, shooting some fake people ninto the air. Then I hear a rumbling. It sounds strange, and at first I can't place it. Suddenly I realize what it is.

I think back to the Quarter Quell. It's the sound of water. Soon as I think this, I see a wave. Has to be at least 40 feet tall. The memories come flooding. My time at the Capitol. How they captured me, tortured me to get information. My smugness turns to panic. My legs are locked, and I'm frozen. It feels as if I'm being electrocuted, just what Snow did to me. He drenched me in water and electrocuted me.

I'm the prey, Snow is the predator. He's coming back in that wave. Legs locked, the wave coming toward me. Snow coming toward me. The Capitol coming toward me. It's only a few feet from me, and I still can't move. Frozen, I wait for the wave and the electrocutions. As it comes towards me, I panic more and more. Then, when it's only about two feet from me, the terror becomes too much. Johanna Mason has been defeated. Unbreakable Johanna has been broken. I black out.