(Katniss)

The next morning, a group of Peacekeepers barge into my cell and push me outside of it by force. Then, they place me in chains from head to toe. My arms, my wrists, my feet and neck are all in chains. I can barely walk or move. But yet they still push me through the corridor.

Whenever I stop moving, one of them kicks me in the spine. By the third kick, I hear a sharp crack.

I plead with them to help me, but they just snicker and refuse. To make matters worse, they torture me more by making me climb up the stairs with a guard while the rest take the elevator.

When I reach the top of the stairs, my handcuffs are replaced with one that have chains for someone to hold. Like a leash. They're treating me like an animal, like vermin.

I hiss out to them as they string me along to a pair of huge double oak doors. On it, lies the emblem of Panem.

I freeze in my place. I can't see him. I don't know what I might do or say. I might jeopardize the rebellion. I was never good with words. That was Peeta's job.

"What are you doing? Get in!" I cringe at the sound of the Peacekeeper's voice.

"I would if I could move my hands!"

He lets out a huff of breath and opens the door, he pushes me in roughly and shuts it behind me with a slam.

"I need to have a talk with him about taking care of furniture," I hear President Snow's smooth voice ring in the air.

Slowly, I look up and I find myself staring into stone cold snake eyes.

I force the corners of my lips to turn upwards, "Mr. President, it's an honor."

My voice is cold and hollow, while I seemingly smile happily, the tone of my voice suggests otherwise.

I can feel my face twitching at the smell of blood and roses. The vile odor seems to be getting worse every time I visit. In the back of my throat, I feel bile rise up. I swallow it down, tasting the putrid vomit in my mouth.

"As it should be, Ms. Everdeen. Please, take a seat," he gestures to the seat in front of his desk.

Reluctantly, I settle down. But an uneasy feeling washes over me. I fiddle with my fingers.

President Snow begins to tap his fingers on his desk in a beat. Two taps then one. Two taps then one. Two taps then one.

"Have you been enjoying your stay Ms. Everdeen?"

I lift my eyes to meet his. Surely he cannot be serious. It's such an absurd question that it's almost funny. Almost.

"Quite."

He chuckles with no humor, "My guards have told me otherwise. They also tell me that you don't eat?"

I swallow hard. I had drunk half a glass of water that morning but I had left the mouldy bread untouched. Like I always do. But when I feel like I'm about to pass out from hunger, I force myself to eat one bite. Only one bite.

"I just don't have an appetite."

"Hm. I'm sure."

"I'm not lying."

President Snow smirks at me, "Oh I'm sure you aren't. We did have an agreement not to lie to each other right?"

I nod my head.

He claps his hands together and rubs them, "Right, let's not make unnecessary small talk. I hear that there are spies in the Capitol?"

I gulp, and my voice is barely above a whisper when I agree with him.

"Then I will have to make sure that I don't have traitors in my city. Thank you for your help Ms. Everdeen, and you better hope for your family's sake that what you said is true."

My eyes widen. I hope what I said is true as well, if it means my family is at stake. But he doesn't know that I've figured it out, they aren't here, as far as I know, they're in District Thirteen.

Unless he's up to something.

I shuffle to the door, still bound to my chains, I turn the handle and before I can slip out of the door, President Snow stops me in my tracks.

"Your prep team will meet you in three hours. But for now, you have a customer to attend too."

Just like the night I had with the blue haired man, I feel dirty.

(Peeta)

"Now what?"

Finnick ponders as Haymitch paces around the room.

"We wait. As for now, Coin is formulating a plan to get Katniss back. As heartless as she is, she's not stupid, she knows the risk of rescuing Katniss. But right now it's the only option we have. Peeta here doesn't remember anything, and most likely won't anytime soon. The only problem we have is that we don't know her location."

I stay quiet while Finnick and Haymitch talk. I don't know how long they talk for, because I zone out after the first couple of minutes. Soon I am being plagued by blurry images of a little girl in a red dress and a voice that enchants me.

The song is familiar, I remember the lyrics vaguely.

'Down in the valley, the valley so low

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow

Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow;

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,

Angels in Heaven know I love you,

Know I love you, dear, know I love you,

Angels in Heaven know I love you.

Build me a castle, forty feet high;

So I can see her as she rides by,

As she rides by, dear, as she rides by,

So I can see her as she rides by.

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,

Angels in Heaven know I love you,

Know I love you, dear, know I love you,

Angels in Heaven know I love you.'

Soon, I find myself quietly humming and singing along to the voice in my head. In a way, I feel connected to the little girl singing, and slowly, the blurry image of the little girl in red becomes clearer, and I can see that she is wearing two braids with an old red plaid dress. Her features are young, like the little girl that she is. But her eyes are still the same.

They're still piercing silver.

I feel a small smile creep onto my face. Maybe I'm not so hopeless. I may not remember everything that's significant, but I think I'll get there. Just one step at a time.

Like a game. The right move will come and I'll win if I play my cards correctly.

I snap out of my thoughts when I feel two pairs of eyes stare at me.

I begin to feel embarrassed, had they heard me singing?

Haymitch smiles, "Well, well, well, there might be some hope after all."

Maybe, somewhere inside me, is the ghost of my former self waiting to be set free.

Dr. Chambers said that my injuries mainly consisted of bruises and a sprained arm. But what was fatal was my blow to the head. But after Haymitch told him about my little memory relapse, he agreed to let me sign out of the hospital, but the condition was that I had to attend weekly sessions with him for him to see how I was progressing.

I find myself in Command almost four hours after my release. Finnick had stayed by my side the entire day, monitoring me at Haymitch's request. He's a good guy, but I can see that he'd rather be somewhere else.

He had mentioned something about a girl, Annie Cresta was her name I think. He said that she was his girl, but he hadn't seen her since he got to District Thirteen. But she's here, since they were on the same hovercraft, but they just got separated in the haste of Katniss' rebellious interview.

As it turns out, all the people that were involved with the rebellion, such as Finnick and Annie, were shipped out of the Capitol on the night of Katniss' interview. Naturally, it would be dangerous for them. Suspicions were already arising about the upcoming rebellion, and since their tributes died early on in the Games, they had no other responsibilities to attend to.

I know that there's another victor that was transferred here, Finnick mentioned her as his close friend. Johanna Mason from District Seven.

Now, I sit in as a part of an oval table with numerous vital people. Haymitch, Finnick, Annie, Johanna and many more. The rest however I haven't been acquainted with. There's Boggs, Jackson, Cressida, Beetee, Fulvia and Gale Hawthorne. They say that Gale was Katniss' best friend, but with his looks, I don't see why she didn't choose him.

The room is tense as President Coin enters the room, "Ah, perfect, right on time."

She walks over to her seat and settles down in her seat. She faces us and sighs deeply, "I'm afraid that about half an hour ago, a broadcast was sent across Panem," she eyes me, "featuring our Mockingjay."

The room bursts into loud voices, panic is in the air as well as anticipation.

President Coin settles the room down but I can see that she's frustrated, "Calm down everyone! Our technicians got the video recorded."

She takes her place on the table as the screen flickers on, the Capitol emblem is embedded onto the screen, and then it fades away, giving us the view of a man with blue hair in a blue suit. He introduces himself as Caesar Flickerman.

A memory triggers in my mind.

"So, Peeta, how are you finding the Capitol?"

I smile as wide as I can, "It's different, the showers are weird."

"The showers?" Caesar laughs loudly.

"Tell me Caesar, do I smell like roses to you?"

We take turns sniffing each other until he asks me a question, "Are you aware that you have stolen the hearts of many Capitol women?"

I can feel my face grow hot, "No, I believe not, I don't know of anyone who's heart I have stolen. But I am extremely flattered."

"Well I know of one woman who is taken by you."

I'm baffled, "Who?"

The screen focuses on a teenage girl fiddling her fingers. Her hair is in a single braid down her back and she's wearing a simple charcoal black dress that reaches just above her knees.

Caesar asks her a question and she looks up.

Then I immediately recognize her.

It's the girl with the silver eyes.

She plasters a smile on her face, but her eyes suggest otherwise. They're dark and hollow with absolutely no emotion in there.

Caesar laughs at something she says and a flicker of hate springs into them, but soon they regain their hollow look.

"So, Katniss, what do you think of this rebellion?"

So here is the famous Katniss Everdeen.

And she's beautiful.

"I-I honestly don't know Caesar. But I can say this one thing," her eyes scan something off of the camera, "District Thirteen, tell your spies to retreat, we are going to find out who they are, and they will be executed."

Her voice is stiff, it has no meaning.

Caesar signs off soon after Katniss' announcement.

The room is in a quiet hush. Haymitch is the first to speak up, "We only have one spy in there. Plutarch. I didn't tell her anything about the rebellion, I told her what she had to know, but nothing more. I didn't tell her in case something like this happened."

Gale lashes out at him, "If there was an attack? You anticipated an attack? If you thought there was going to be one then why didn't you place the train under tight security?"

Haymitch stands up and points at him, "Sit down boy. I didn't tighten security because it would be suspicious, and anyway, no one else is allowed on the train except for the assigned Avox's and us."

The room is silent once again, but I break the tension, "Didn't you see? Her eyes were hollow, she didn't mean anything that she said. I know those eyes anywhere."

Gale nods his head, "I have to agree, that didn't sound like Katniss at all."

I stand up and walk towards the screen, "Can you replay the image?"

President Coin complies. We watch it again until I say stop.

I point towards where her eyes lead, "Don't you see that? She's scanning something off screen. And if you look closely, you can see typing in her eyes. She was reading off a screen. There was a script. And if she told them that there were spies or not, she isn't stupid, I bet you that they were torturing her there, and she had to come up with something. You said so yourself Haymitch, they must be breaking her in there, but she'll do anything to save her family and the people that mean something to her. If you didn't tell her anything of the sort, then she must have made it up. Don't you see? She's still trying to protect us."

Everyone in the room nods in agreement, even President Coin seems to crack a small smile.

"How did you see the typing in her eyes?" Finnick asks.

Haymitch answers him, "The boy's an artist. It's an artists' eye."

I continue, "They're trying to deceive us in thinking that she's betraying the rebels, but we know better than that. Because I think everyone can agree that under all that makeup is still a girl that hates the Capitol. Surely she hates the Capitol, if she agreed to be one of the symbols of the rebellion."

Slowly, I'm beginning to sew things into place, even if I don't have all the materials.

President Coin says with a firm voice, "I told Plutarch about the plan to break her out. He just sent me a message."

Everyone in the rooms is in anticipation for her next line.

"We now know her location."

There's some parts in this chapter that relate to The Games That Play Us. So if you haven't read it, I suggest that you read it now! (:

Anyway, I know the Valley Song is weird, but I actually went on a Hunger Games wiki site and this was listed as the Valley Song. Because I know that the song Katniss sings to Rue is Deep In The Meadow.

So I hope that you enjoyed this chapter! I had fun writing it. I love you all! Thank you so much for reading this chapter and reviewing the previous ones.

As always, reviews are appreciated ;)