I was running. The leaves under my feet were making a cacophony of noises. The leather shoes were comfortable, but an inconvenience. The leaves would only make it easier for the enemy to track me down and skewer me like a Shish Kabob with a sword or spear. Heck, even if one of the unintelligent imbeciles has the brains to nock an arrow I would probably still be killed.

The sound of my pursuers grew louder in the distance. I could hear them calling my name. But it wasn't my name they chimed. It was Katniss's. I looked over my shoulder only to be struck across the face a sharp golden dagger studded with a long, sleek, silver, blade. I didn't realize they were at my heels! I tumbled to the ground and the woman who slit my face smiled dangerously. She took a small handkerchief from a package and wiped her blade. I touched my cheek. It was covered in blood.

"Great," I thought. "She's fighting for her life and she still had the patience to wipe her blade. I'm going to be killed slowly."

Wait! I recognize that face. The face of my attacker is Clove.

She smiles her wicked smile, and then pulls part of her jacket away to reveal an array of knives. I try to squirm out of her grip, but I can't move. I can't even speak.

"Awe. Don't you miss me Kitty Kitty," Her words were poison to my ears. "We have some unfinished business to take care of."

I couldn't even feel my arms, let alone move them. I knew I could only watch as she cut me to pieces.

"So you didn't like the lips huh."

Her hands went back to her jacket and as she slipped her dagger into one of the smaller pouches in her array, her weight shifted from my arms. This was my last chance. I've seen what she's capable of. I saw her try to torture Katniss in the 74th Games, and I also saw how the only reason she made it out of the situation alive was because Thresh killed Clove and let Katniss go only because of how Katniss treated Rue. Then it hit me. Clove is dead.

The face of Cato appeared looking over Clove's shoulder, a smile just as vile sprung from his lips.

"Oh hey Katniss," he chuckled. "Nice day we're having isn't it?"

I didn't speak. I couldn't sleep.

My eye sprung open and I started screaming. It took me a while to calm down. It was still as black as pitch in my room. I couldn't see a thing. I didn't realize I was being held down until someone spoke my name.

"Prim," The voice sounded stressed, like whoever it was, was trying to sound calm but is really aching to tell me the whole story. "We must leave now."

The voice belonged to Gale.

"What are you doing," I snapped maybe a little too harshly. "Its 2:30 in the morning!"

"We must leave now before it's too late"

His words were cut off by a gurgle. He turned his head and blood poured from the edges of his lips. Then he crumpled to the floor and started to convulse. I couldn't take it. I ran as fast as I could to my mother's room, and thankfully she was in her bed fast asleep.

I shook her awake and let her half-asleep form into my room. When she saw Gale she screamed, fully awake now, and ran for the supplies. She came back with bandages, pills, and a tall glass of water. Gale was laid against the wall. He was mumbling words inaudible to my ears. But my mother who was tending to Gale's wounds seemed to hear, for she turned pale white. She dropped the glass of water she helped Gale get the pills down with, and it shattered on the ground. Glass flew in all directions. I knew something was wrong. But what could possibly be wrong?

She grabbed Gale by the arms and hoisted him on her back. He moaned a little, but didn't complain. She ran towards me and yelled.

"Run Prim! Run!"

Her words turned my blood to ice. I ran towards the front door, not bothering to shut it behind me. I could hear a faint noise in the distance. The noise was so unobtrusive; I wasn't surprised I couldn't hear it before. Though it was distracting it didn't halt my movement. I looked up into the sky and I could see bright red flashes of light. I couldn't tell what the light was, but it was beautiful. I felt something following me, but was relived to see it was just buttercup, eager to catch a ride. I gripped him by the scruff of the neck and carried him in my arms. We were passing by my goat's pen, about a hundred yards away when Victory Village (our home) burst into flames. Flying parts flew in all directions. Pain shot through my leg.

I didn't want to look down, but I had to see the seriousness of my wound. I looked down and I half fainted. A piece of wood impaled my leg. I couldn't believe what had happened. The wound was so deep, it wouldn't come out. I screamed for help, but I was too frightened of my possible future the sound wouldn't come. The people around me were in ruins. Many lie dead around me. My poor little goat lay in her pen, dead. She was impaled with a piece of metal though it was most likely the bricks from the house that ended her life. Mom and Gale were collapsed on the ground, unharmed.

"Run!" I screamed my voice back, and with tears flooding my eyes and burning my cracked lips.

Mother half dragged me to the electric fence. The buzzing noises grew louder. They were almost over us now. The flashing lights seemed to be moving. Then I realized the lights were buzzing. Then reality punched me in the face. The lights, the noise, the explosion! They were planes. They were bomber planes.

Mother found a hole in the fence from the explosion, and we slunk through. It seemed like hours and hours of walking when we felt another explosion. It wasn't like the house explosion, it was much larger. We were all knocked off our feet.

My mind raced. It took me awhile to figure out the truth. There was no more district twelve. It has been destroyed.

Mom seemed to hesitate, and then she let us back through the forest to the ruins. She was in tears when we reached the gate. Well at least where the fence was supposed to be. In its place was black compact dirt, still partially steaming. I remembered the tape of District 13. Will District 12 look like this forever?

"Oh my God!" She yelled as she made her way towards the middle of the ruins.

She tore at her own face with her hand.

Then I saw what her problem was. I couldn't see it at first until I saw a glint of gold metal glinting on the ground. I walked over to it, but even close up it had no special significant to me. I nudged it with my foot but nothing happened. I knelt down and gripped it with my fingers. As I wiped the dirt off it I took a good look at it. It's a large gold mocking jay pendent that belongs to the Mayors daughter. Not anymore. On the end of the clip was a strip of ripped cloth. Where I found the pendent there was a longer strip. I pulled on it and a ragged burned coat came out of the dust. Under the sir coat was the body of the Major and his daughter, both holding very fearful expressions on their face. I gaped at the bodies, and then limped as fast as I could to mother and wept in her soft sleeve.

I knew something horrible was happening, and thanks to Gale, we are standing here, Alive on the ruins of District 12. His eyes were caked with dirt but I didn't need to look to know he was in tears. We all were. I stumbled on my good leg towards Gale and I met him with a large embrace. He didn't try to push me away. Our hug lasted for ten minutes. Our sobs were only strengthened by our embrace. We left one another and I moved back to Mom; She looked like someone had beat her with a stick. Her face was already bruised and bleeding. She had large splinters stuck in her skin and clothes. I didn't know how much I could take before I exploded.

I sat down on the ground. It was almost comfortably warm, and the upturned soil was almost like a soft bed. I curled up and fell asleep. It was only 6:00 in the morning. No biggie.

The morning light stung my eyes. I awoke to see a fire crackling in a small pit Mom and Gale have dug. I crawled to the fire and almost fell in. I didn't care what happened to me now. I would love to fall in the fire. If I died it would be better than living in this new, strange world. But unfortunately Mom and Gale combined forces to grab me. They almost didn't have the strength.

"Mom," I said weakly. The words barely escaped my lips.

"Yeah," was her equally weak response.

"Please just let me die. Drop me in the fire, stab me with a stick, do something!"

No response.

I sobbed even harder. I wanted to hurl myself in the fire myself, but I could barely move I was so weak, and Mom and Gale can't even walk and they weren't even impaled in the leg with a stick!

I groaned and shielded my eyes when the space in front of me exploded into white, bright light. The light receded and in its place was a bright hovercraft. Everything was brilliantly white except for the "13" written on the side in blood red paint.

"The capitol!" I shrieked and mustered up all my lasting strength only to fall back to the ground; My legs felt like jello,( A tasty colorful translucent squishy stuff that jiggles.). The doors opened and out walked the last man I expected to see. Plutarch Heavensbee!