AN: Once again, thanks for the reviews and sorry for the wait. It took me a while to get my thoughts collected on this but I hope you like it all the same. Also, it has been quite a while since I read Mockingjay and Catching Fire so please tell me if I accidently mess up the time line in any really serious way (obviously there are minor things that change but besides those).

Days began to pass, then weeks, and finally months had begun to fly by. Cinna remained busy through these days but he never did forget Seneca. He wished that there could be some way that he could hear from the man but there was never anything. As far as the Capitol people knew, he just disappeared and they now had a new gamemaker. No one seemed to or want to question the absence of Seneca Crane.

Cinna couldn't help the sorrow that washed over him almost every time Seneca came to mind. He had barely gotten to know him, and yet, in the short time they had talked together, Cinna had strangely enough grown fond of him. The chance that he had perished out in the wild weren't good, but as long as he wasn't positive of the outcome, he could still hope.

However, Cinna had recently not been able to dwell on such thoughts because the Quarter Quell was coming up and he had just heard that only former victors' names would be drawn. That meant that Katniss was coming back for sure and it honestly broke Cinna's heart and enraged him at the same time.

He understood why the Capitol was doing this. She had become a symbol of hope. A hope that had grown to large and that needed to be crushed immediately. Nevertheless, just because he understood why President Snow had decided this didn't mean Cinna cared for it one bit. He hated this, sending her back into the Arena and this time Cinna was positive that Snow wouldn't make the mistake of keeping her alive.

At first, this feeling of hatred and sadness was just that, a feeling. However, Cinna thought of what he could do to help the rebellion. Even if Katniss were to die in the Arena, though he highly disliked thinking of that option, that didn't mean she couldn't go out in style. It was at this point that the idea of the Mockingjay came to mind Cinna really began to design Katniss' dress.

Doing this, actually going through with it, would mean almost certain death for himself. However, no one would be able to stop it before they realized to late what had happened. Cinna would be giving the people hope. The entire country would see. Cinna would like to see President Snow try to stop all of Panem.

So Cinna went through with this, knowing the danger but ignoring it. After Katniss began to spin, her wedding dress turning into what looked like a Mockingjay, Cinna was immediately on guard. He waited for someone to take him away, hit him in the back of the head and drag him away. But it wasn't until Katniss was almost ready to go up into the Arena.

The glass separated them, making it impossible for her to help him and that did make Cinna sad. He wished that she didn't have to watch this. However, even as he felt the blow, Cinna didn't regret his decision a single bit.

Pain shot like a knife through his entire body as he fell to the ground and was hit again. His vision clouded black as his body began to feel numb, the pain leaving him now. Finally, Cinna completely relaxed, his eyes closing, as it seemed as if a black curtain were being drawn over him.

He was honestly surprised when he once again became aware of the world around him. He was supposed to be dead by now. Why hadn't the Peacekeepers killed him yet? Cinna tried to open his eyes but even that little bit of movement was hard so finally he tried to relax again and focus on the sounds around him instead.

Someone was talking. He sounded . . . worried? Cinna tried to concentrate on the voice until finally he heard, "But sir! You said we only need kill him! Isn't this to . . . cruel?"

Now President Snow spoke. Of course he was here. "Maybe you would like to be in his place. No? Then do your job correctly."

There was movement and then the sound of a door closing. As this went on, Cinna didn't need any more words spoken to know what President Snow wanted to do to him. The Stylist had made him very angry and now he was going to pay for it.

Cinna felt clubs and whips ricochet off his skin as he tried not to scream in pain. He tried to curl in on himself but doing so stretched some of the wounds already over him making everything all the more painful. This went on until he lost consciousness.

For days it went on like this. Being beaten not to the point of death but simply when Cinna wasn't aware of anything anymore. It was cruel and painful and in this cycle it was impossible to keep track of time.

However, at one point, something changed. There was a loud commotion outside, people were yelling at the top of their lungs, barking orders back and forth. Cinna wondered what was happening as he doubted that it had anything to simply do with him. The sounds didn't stop after a while though, if anything they increased in volume.

Finally, at one point someone screamed and Cinna felt pieces of rock hit his skin as an explosion sounded. A hand was on his arm and at first Cinna cringed, trying to get away when the person said, "Don't worry I'm not here to hurt you."

The voice sounded so familiar. Why couldn't he just open his eyes right now? Two pairs of arms came around him, picking him up and quickly caring him away. Cinna wanted to stay aware, get on his own two feet and look around, but he was just so tired and, much against his will, he did eventually lose perception again.

Cinna woke his body hurting but not anywhere near as bad as before. He was in a small, simple room with one window. A table and chair sat in the center of the room and a chest was against the wall and a door opposite. Slowly, Cinna moved off the bed, noting as he did that some of his wounds had been stitched together and many had scabbed over. How long had he been out?

He moved towards the window, not sure what he expected to find, but surprised when he saw that he was underground in what looked like an entire city. He leaned forward, wanting to see more when he heard the sound of a door opening. Spinning around, Cinna waited to see who it could be.

When the person came into full few, Cinna couldn't help the gasp escape his lips as he recognized the man in front of him.