A/N: Hey, It's Brighton! Here is the next chapter in To Kill A Mockingjay, enjoy. I am currently in the works with another story, trying to finish the first chapter of it, which it shall be a surprise to you. Meanwhile, I shall be procrastinating on that, since I got the Hunger Games on DVD and I must watch it 10,000 times. So my faithful readers... READ ON!

"He strangled her?!"

"Yeah. She's fine but no one thought Peeta was gonna do that. If Haymitch and that soldier Boggs hadn't been in there, we would be auditioning for a new Mockingjay." I gawk at Finnick, who decided to pay me a visit once I was conscious. I lost consciousness shortly after I was admitted and during that time everyone learned what Snow had done to Peeta after he demonstrated the effects on Katniss. They called it hijacking. I didn't wanted to know the specifics, but if they were able to turn the Peeta I met into that monster, no one should be subjected to the knowledge of the specific methods.

"Close your mouth. I don't think the doctors want to catch another infection."

"I don't think I can!" Despite the circumstances, I start laughing. And he joins me. Somehow he's always able to make me laugh. "So how's Annie doing?"

He stops laughing. "She's fine. They had to fix some of her ribs though. Otherwise she's just real shaken up. You?"

"Broken ribs, blood infection, fractured skull and body temperature is just back to normal. So basically, I'm having a blast." Another wave of pain hits me, and I reach for my morphling drip, but Finnick pulls me back.

"You shouldn't keep on using that. You don't want to turn into one of those freaks from six." then he gave me one of his signature smiles, but I know he's serious. I roll my eyes and put the drip back.

"Finn, go see Annie. You need to catch up. I'll be fine. Go." He smiles, thanks me and kisses my cheek. As soon as he's gone, I plug the drip back in. I'm not a freak; I can stop whenever I want.

Two nurses show up and start changing my fluids and checking my injuries. I learn what else is happening since I've been back. Peeta is entering a neurological study to counteract the effect of his hijacking. They injected tracker jacket venom into his bloodstream and made him watch videos of the games and interviews. They think. Katniss is out of the hospital as of today. Because the Mockingjay must be in the best condition to work.

I hate being here. They say I'm getting better, but why am I still in the hospital? I don't know what really has happened to me. I have to meet with my head doctor tomorrow, but he doesn't do anything. Dr. Reagal must think I'm delirious somehow so he always makes sure I know I'm not still in the capitol and that I'm totally safe. I'm so glad.

After the nurses leave, I sneak out of my room in a wheelchair. They won't let me walk around just yet because of my head injury. Hell, I'm not even supposed to be out of bed but screw it; I can do whatever I want. I wheel over to Annie's room, where she and Finnick are watching television.

"Hey, whatcha watching?" Finnick waves me in and moves me over next to them on the bed.

"Waiting for the Capitol announcement. It's the first one since-"

"We came here." I pick up where Finnick left off because we both know mentioning the Capitol isn't a good idea. Not with Annie.

"Guys, it's starting." Annie draws our attention back to the announcement.

Snow comes on the screen, looking the same as when we were in that horrible room with him. His lips seem even redder, but his eyes are still a soulless black. I look over to Annie, whose covering her ears and Finnick is holding her close. I realize my hands are even shaking. But I ignore it and look at to the television. He's talking about more disobedience will end with all of us dead. And we need a cease-fire to stop more unnecessary lives being lost.

"Guys." I say, "we don't need to see this nothing new has happened and I bet we're all a little tir-"

"No. We need to see it. He wins if we don't see it. "Annie's right, so we keep watching.

To my surprise a stylist and her prep team appears on screen. They're chained and have sunken eyes and dead looks. Why are they here?

Finnick answers my question. "I remember seeing her. At the Quell. I think she was Peeta's stylist. Portia. She was always sitting next to Cinna." I remember now. I remember Cinna from my victory tour. Back then, he was still a prep team member but I liked him. Portia was there with him. But that doesn't ease my fear of what he's going to do.

Portia and the prep team line up against a wall. I know this stance all too well. I was forced to be a spectator along with half the town. They would sometimes make even the little kids watch this. Before I can warn Finnick, the guns fire and we watch helplessly as Portia and the others get their heads blown off.

None of us speak. I sit there in shock, unable to move or even close my mouth. Finnick has a tight grip on Annie, who is crying and shaking hard. He sits there with his jaw clenched in pure hate. I know how he feels. They did nothing wrong. Never hurt anybody. Now pieces of their brains cover the floor somewhere in the Capitol.

"Will it ever end?" Annie's shaky voice echoes into the room. Only Finnick can respond.

"I don't know."

On that note, I wheel myself back to my bed without a goodbye. Once I get back in, I think about what Annie said. Will it ever end? Maybe the rebels will win, but we will never be free of the chains.

A/N: Once again, thanks for reading. R&R!