A/N: Hi guys! So sorry I missed posting yesterday, it was a quite a hectic day for me. Glad to be back in my own little world of Fanfic though. As always, I own nothing THG related. Enjoy!

From last time…

Boggs catches my attention and tells me I'm wanted in Command. They're going to broadcast our propos tonight, but there's something else going on. President Snow and Peeta appear on TV as well.

Peeta appears on the screen and speaks as though he's frustrated about something. He's obviously worn, as there are multiple bags under his eyes. His face is covered with cuts and bruises and he looks almost nothing like himself. It's so hard to see him like this. I want so badly to end it, to make his torture stop…

I can't think of any good way to do it without ending up there myself. Before I have time to think of anything else, Plutarch yells in excitement that Beetee was able to break in. Soon, a battle erupts as the rebels and the Capitol attempt to broadcast despite each other.

Plutarch and several others cheer at every broadcast that gets through, but Finnick and I just stay seated and silent. I glance over my shoulder and see Haymitch, who knows that as I do, with every cheer Peeta slips further and further away. Finally, Peeta appears and is asked by Snow if me has any parting words for me.

He warns sharply that no one is safe, everyone is thirteen will be dead by morning. Snow yells for the cameras to stop, but it's down recording the white tile floor. One thing is clear, though. There is a blow to his head and blood spatters onto the tile. A scream slowly escaped me, horrified of what I've just witnessed.

Haymitch shouts at the others, tells them they need to prepare for an attack. Coin says we're due for a Level 5 security drill, so we might as well evacuate. Shrill, ear-piercing sirens sounds. Lights flash brightly. We've got to go now. And so we all make our way, down the seemingly endless flights of stairs. Deep into the underground.

Plutarch tells me I need to be aware of the others in my bunk watching me. He tells me they'll know how to react based on how I do. I know I should try to appear as though everything is fine, but really all I want to do is panic as I think about all the things that could go wrong.

I make my way to our section and read through the required protocol, gathering three packs for my family. I then reach step three, which is to await further instructions so I sit on the floor against the wall. I close my eyes for a minute and try to visualize everyone safe. My mother appears, but I notice Prim isn't with her.

I realize she must have gone back for the cat. I should have drowned him! I think. I push my way through the people making their way down. Doing so reminds me of the first reaping, where I had tried to push my way through to volunteer and save her. Footsteps and the calls of Prim and Gale fill me with relief.

I give Prim a tight hug and give a small "Thank you" to Gale, who hands me my hunting bag just slowly walks away. We make it to our section and settle in. Then sirens sound again, as the first bomb hits us. I wait for the ceiling to crumble down, but instead there's just a slight shake. Night falls, as my mother, Prim and I hold each other on one of the bunk beds.

My mother says she's glad Peeta was able to tell us before it happened. That's when I realize in the telecast, Peeta looked as though he was fighting through in his mind. I try to deflect the thought and focus on Prim. It's been so longer since we had time together.

She tells me of her training in hopes of becoming a doctor, something pretty substantial in my mind. She asks how I am and tells me not to say I'm fine, so I tell her about Peeta and how I think he's been killed. Prim tells me they couldn't kill him, because then there wouldn't be anyone else to use against me.

It sounds so familiar, so alike to what Johanna said in the arena as I tried to warn her about the jabberjays. Would I be like her some day? I think Alone, with no one else I love. What could they possibly be doing to her? Peeta's all that Snow can reach at this point, the only one left to use against me.

I think back to Peeta's words to me before the first Games, of how he wanted to be more than a piece in them. And I think of him now, again being used in a game against me as I ask Prim what she thinks they'll do to him. She sounds so old, so unlike the girl from the first reaping when she tells me they will do to him whatever it takes to break me.