A/N: I take it back; that filling hurt. Oh well, here you go, chapter eleven.

No, the answer is no. I wouldn't ever kill someone, no matter what they've done. Especially Katniss. After everything we've been through, I know that somewhere deep inside her, there is something good. Being in Thirteen has brought something out in her, and for now she's gone. The good is gone, I mean.

Right now I'm in my cell, with another bowl of soup, awaiting Efren and my new prep team. I was asleep for longer than I thought when I had that dream, and what was a day and a half ago when I went to bed, is now about an hour away. This time, I'm not doing an interview, I'm just going to be talking. I wonder what's become of my old prep team. I miss them, and Portia. I hope nothing's happened to them. I remember Adi telling me about Cinna. I can't help feeling a pang of hurt. Cinna, what did he do? Really, what did he do?

My soup still doesn't satisfy me, but this time I've recieved a roll on the side. I try and take my time with it, but hunger overcomes me and I stuff it down. That reminds me of my first Games. When myself and Katniss were in the cave and Haymitch had just sent us a small feast. Haymitch. Now him betraying me I could have seen coming. It's taken me a while to believe it, but it doesn't surprise me. Lousy drunk. I wonder what he's doing now? Nothing, probably. Locked away in his room in Thirteen, drinking his troubles away. I could be dead for all he knows.

"Peeta!" the shrill voice outside my voice no doubtably belongs to Efren. He pushes the door open and he, along with his prep team, come bustling in. "Peeta," says Efren again. "Nice to see you again."

I see his eyes flicker up and down my body, and I can tell by the face he pulls that I "Haven't left him anything to work with" again. I don't care. In fact, I find it quite amusing as he selects his beautifying tools from the rack he wheeled in with another of his exaggerated sighs. I realise I haven't smiled in months. Or what feels like months. I'm unsure to the exact amount of time I've spent in this place.

A girl with massive, curly purple hair and a heart-shaped face shows me the suit I'm about to wear. She's going on about the label; apparently it's one of the top brands in the Capitol. I honestly couldn't care less, but I nod and pretend to appreciate their efforts, because what's the point in making them miserable too?

Once I'm dressed and turned into what Efren thinks looks like a human, Adi walks in and ushers them out. I stand awkwardly, my legs feeling they're about to crack under my almost weightless body, as Adi approaches me.

"Now, this isn't an interview, as you know. Instead, you're going to be telling everyone in Panem about the damage their rebelling is doing. Think you can handle that?"

I nod, and Adi circles me. He doesn't give me a chance to speak, and continues, "Good, because this time President Snow will be with you, and if you say anything that might jeopardise our chance at stopping these uprisings, you will be severely punished. It might even cost you your life."

Once again he's close to me, but I've been so focused on his words that I don't even notice he's pulled my sleeve up. Not until he injects me again.

"This one will last a while. Just something to help you remember what's at stake," he says, pulling out the needle slowly. "Oh, and also, District Thirteen will be watching. Remember to say hello to Katniss, because It'll be your last chance."

"What do you mean?" I say sharply.

"We're tired of their interference. Our forces are assembling the bombs as we speak. The rebels will me without Mockingjay by tomorrow morning. Now," he pushes me out the door and into the arms of the Peacekeepers, who start herding me towards the interview. "Off you go."

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games. I never have, and I never will.