I shout out. 'Help! Help us, please.'
She ducks away under a rock. That's when I hear it. Like the cannon in the Games. The mocking jays calling out suddenly. The net shoot ps down and grabs me, pulling me up. The spear shoots down, and grabs Lucas. I cry out, scream as he is lifted out, struggling in my net.
I rip through my net and lunge at the nearest Peacekeeper, knocking him over. Then I hear a voice. I turn to its sound, only to see a screen. It crackles into life. And I see my Mum. Her cheeks tear stained, she is tired, obviously in pain. I curse the Capitol. They tortured her! How dare they!
I turn to the security camera in the corner. 'I oblige. Take me. Torture me. Make me your slave. Send me into the Games. But let her go.'
'Very well.' I have heard that voice before. Only in the very heart of the Capitol, or on our TV screens. Snow.