Warning 4

Katniss was finally going to be okay. I'd known it from the very beginning, and now everyone else was finally starting to agree with me.

Our little secret stayed in District 12. The Peacekeepers didn't question people 'visiting Katniss', and what few knew luckily decided to help us out. I think they might still have hearts, though Madge claimed it was admiration towards me.

"Thank you," I smiled to the nice baker, the father of Peeta, as he handed us a loaf of bread and a cupcake to half between we too, "you really are an angel." He'd helped Katniss out so she wouldn't die, I'd heard, and I totally believed it.

"No problem, little surrivor," he kissed the top of my head, and I saw my big sister smile weakly, "look...word has it that Rue girl is up to something."

Rue? Well, I knew she was on that Victory Tour with Peeta, but...wait a minute. Could it be possible she had the same idea as me about an uprising? The odds wouldn't be Districts favor, of course, but that thought didn't bother me much.

The odds weren't in my favor, either, and somehow, I'd turned a little surrivor, just like Katniss.


Peeta's P. O. V. (Oh yeah baby :D)

Rue wasn't so quiet...well, she was always quiet, but by the time we'd visited every District other than our own, she was practically a statue. She was pale and solem, and during the speaches her voice was soft and innocent. Oddly enough, she reminded me of Prim.

Oh, Prim. The little girl who vetoed her sister's volunteer and then died. From what I dared to ask, I learned that Katniss considered suicide. Heck, I considered it once. Just to prove I wasn't a piece in their Games.

But no. I still had to be the other star-crossed lover with Rue, and besides, I couldn't avenge her and everyone else in the afterlife.

"Here we are," she mouthed it more than said this, but I got the message: We were in District Eleven.

After being in all the other Districts that ranged in wealth and victor numbers, I knew District 11 wouldn't be much to look out. It looked kind of like an overgrown farm as dark-skinned people headed for the area where we were to speak at.

If I'd killed her, I wouldn't be able to look at her family. I could hardly look at them now...knowing I was lying, making them worry if I really was sincere. Her little silbings looked innocent, yet solem, like all their youth died when they were born. Peacekeepers were everywhere, and their mayor looked like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed on this morning...actually, it looked like he woke on the wrong side every day.

"Greeting, Rue and Peeta," he spoke into the microphone, looking grim, bored, and like he wanted everyone to leave so he could be in peace again. He was an elder who obviously was as strict as she described him to be.

"Fellow District mates," she was the first one to speak, of course, and I just stood beside her as she spoke, "I am honored to be on the stage. I thank all of you for helping what you could to me, because you are the reason I am here and still alive. The ghosts...will always haunt me. Especially Primrose Everdeen...you all know she was not only an ally, but also a best friend. My only friend I'd ever had in this world...and now she's dead."


Prim's P. O. V.

I feel so freaking guilty now, watching her on our TV with a few other people and Katniss. She was so haunted by a ghost who wasn't created now...poor her. She was only friend in the world besides Katniss, too...I would have to tell her that someday, when we were reunited.

"And so, for that," she kept talking, and what she said made everything in all of Panema so quiet, the crickets didn't even have any chirping, "I say we should change some things. We will start an uprising, Districts. WE WILL AVENGE ALL THE DEAD!"

I'd never seen her so fired up...and my fears were confirmed. And then, so slowly and gracefully, I could imgane everyone else in every District putting three fingers to their lower lip and pushing it out to them on the screen with me and District 11.


Peeta's P. O.V.

Oh, she'd done it now...I'd always enjoyed her anibiton, even if I wasn't her real lover. But I KNEW she'd overdone it by the way the Peacekeepers dragged her back to the train.

She had the idea to struggle, and the second one slapped her sharply across the face, my first impulse was to run to her and protect her with all I had. She was still my friend, lover or not...but a sharp flip of the bird from their mayor told me to say something.

"Well...she's right!" I yelled out into the microphone, "President Snow...just go to hell early!"

In return, he ordered Peacekeepers five minutes later to public whip me.