My name is Hashtraw. I live in District 2. At least I think I do. Or did. Katniss Everdeen destroyed my home. I am in a containment unit in the back of a lorry. Or I was. I seem to be on a train now. I curl up in my little box and just sob. I hear sounds, and I go down, down. My ears pop. I yell out. Then a pipe comes through a crack, a jolt of pain, and I am out before you can say 'Katniss Everdeen'.

I awake, and I am in a white bed with my arms restrained to my sides. I wildly thrash about, and I know one thing. I have to kill Katniss Everdeen. I hate her, for everything, for everything that has happened. In less than 24 hours, I have lost my father, my mother and my brother. I am the only Capitol supporter left. I hope she meets a gruesome demise, for personally killing my father. He was amazing, my dad. He would suffer for the citizens of Panem, for all of the districts. Most viewed him as evil, cold. My dad was President Snow. I now seek revenge. Against Katniss Everdeen.

I notice they carelessly left the key on my side table. Usually to enrage the subject. I reach across, and pick up the key in my mouth. It is metallic tasting, sterile, awful. But I know that the only way to avenge my father's death is to do this. I bend down, and expertly twist the lock through. I was never a Career Tribute, but I certainly knew my stuff. I drop the handcuffs and think. The first thing would be to, to… I don't know. My emotions are in turmoil. I open my door, and creep out. I seek a hiding place, to truly sob my heart out. I walk along endless passages, twists and turns, and end up in what looks like a launderette. I find a corner behind a metal pipe and seal myself in with clothes. I hear noises. Two people talking. Katniss and Haymitch. I settle down, knowing that I am safe from the monster that is Katniss.

Sobbing. All I hear is a quiet sobbing. Soon it is Haymitch I hear. "Come on, sweetheart, come with me" And the sobbing recedes to an echoing wail. I unveil myself, and decide to flee this strange, white place. I crawl blindly out, through the pile of uniforms I had surrounded myself with. I stand up, and run through the rabbit warren of doors, passages and rooms. I end up face-to-face with my enemy. It's Katniss. Blindly I turn and run, Katniss calling after me. The chase is on. Up, down, in an air duct, down again, upwards through a room of stars… Soon I can hear alarm bells and the clear voice "All personnel please report to Base 7. Escaped convict. Escaped convict." The bells go on and on, and I hear yells of "Forward!" and "Left flank, sweep!" I race upwards and pop out in the real world. I run, forward, and then left, and then right, ducking through the foliage, popping out in some deep forest. I manage to scramble down a badger set when the soldiers burst through. They don't know where I am, but they know I'm near. This stays like it for three hours and eventually I make a rustle that gives me away. I get handcuffed, chained to some electrical pipe, and then knocked out.

I wake, again, in the same room, but no key to help me this time. I lie there, and a girl slips through the door. It's Primrose Everdeen. She shyly approaches me. "Hashtraw, do you remember me? We used to go for walks in the meadow together. Do you remember?" Regretfully, I do remember. I was walking, hand in hand with Prim in the meadow and I got entangled in a snare, and a fierce hunter attacked me. "Yes, I do remember" I say stiffly. "I know, because I got caught in a snare, didn't I?" Prim replied softly now "Yes, yes you did." I feel my rage rising in me. "And then some hunter came to rip me apart, huh? He was with Katniss, wasn't he?" "No, he was going to fr-" I speak low and quietly. "He was going to kill me, on behalf of Katniss, wasn't he?" I could barely hear Prim now. "N-no, Hashtraw, he wasn't, he was with, with, with uh-Haymitch. You remember him?" I began to yell. "Don't bother lying to me! I know he was with Katniss, and I hate her! All I know is she killed my father, President Snow, in a brutal and public manner. And now I seek REVENGE!" Prim adopts a gentle manner and says to me quietly. "He's not your father." I have gone totally mad now, kicking and screaming and soon a sedative drips into me and I fall to sleep.

I am faking sleep now, but in reality I am hanging on to every word of the conversation I can hear.

"She's been hijacked."

"By who?"

"President Snow, it seems, has hijacked her so deeply, that she is almost irreversibly mad."

"You know that's not what I want to hear."

"But Katniss, you get angry if we lie to you so you don't get upset."

"But not little Sorrel, she was my every spirit."

"I know, but-"

"What did you mean by almost irreversibly mad, did you mean she could be saved?"

"Well, she could be saved by- oh but you won't like the answer."

"Beetee, tell me now."

"I can't"

"Beetee, just spit it out."

"She'll have to kill you."