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I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. Gale leans down next to me and lifts my face to his. The harshness in his face, his eyes, and his motion is gone; replaced by alarm and concern. I stand back up and wait for him to speak, when he says nothing I ask.
"There was no ultimate decision was there? Peeta decided just then."
"Who was going to fight with him Katniss? Besides, he's right."
I know he is, Gale and I together stand a far better chance than Peeta and myself. I gather my thoughts and head to the door, look back at Tigris and smile. I cannot give her much more, but I think she knows what her kindness meant to us. The air outside is cool and crisp, at first my lungs take a second to adjust to the bitterness. We make our way forward with the crowd, and within in minutes a steady march turns into chaos. The rebels have surely arrived and they are not taking time to interview their victims. Up against the window of a shop, Gale holds me by the shoulders.
"If we fire, everybody knows it's us. What do you want to do?"
"No. We have to get to Snow." I plead with him. As I turn to face to the crowd, a pod is activated.
People within feet of us are spurting blood from every orifice on their body. I feel sick, but I take Gales hand and run. We weave our way through bodies and slick warm blood. Finally we cover another block. Peacekeepers begin marching up behind us but, even they aren't immune to the pods. The ground begins to split into two different levels, tilting backwards and forwards. My only reaction is to run so I scream for Gale to do the same. I lose him in the panic, but right now I have a one track mind to survive. I can hear the screams of people falling into whatever lies beneath my dangling feet; I force myself to have the strength to pull my body up. When I finally do stand back up, I search everywhere for Gale. I spot him hanging on tightly to a door knob of a nearby shop. If he could just open the door, it would swing right open and he would be safe. We make eye contact and Gale nods, I shoot the door and it flings open.
He lands rather abruptly on the hard wood floor, takes a second to catch his breath but then stands back up and yells something to me. I squint at him; I don't understand what he's saying. He begins to point and yell more frantically, so I turn in the direction of his pointing finger. Steam. Another pod that takes no prisoners and will not stop before it reaches the very ground I stand on. I look back at Gale, but he's no longer waiting inside the shop. He has begun to scale the wall; I do my best to avoid the poor soul's fingers hanging on for dear life as I try to meet him where the ground is solid again.
We collide, Gale holds me so tightly I forget where we are for just a second. He pulls me back, looks around quickly then drags me by the hand around two more blocks before we encounter our toughest obstacle yet.
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We are surrounded by Peacekeepers. Gale throws off his jacket and reveals his bow, aiming it directly at the heart of the closest person. I admire his courage, or insanity, and do the same. A crowd of people goes silent for a moment. I raise my bow as Gale has and snarl. I am tough as nails and not one of the Peacekeepers has the aim of Gale and me. I feel on top of the world, and just as I pull back an arrow-Peeta and Finnick are pushed to their knees with guns trained on the back of their skulls.
I cease breathing, blinking, and thinking. I am numb to the world around me. I hear the crowd yelling, but I cannot make out their words. I drop my gaze to meet Peetas. He's bleeding; it looks like someone has violently hit him with the butt of a gun. The look in his eyes screams terror. All my functions come back at once, when out of the corner of my eye I see them.
Shining silver parachutes dropping from a hovercraft. I follow their decent with my eyes, as they drop to the children locked behind a wall of steel. They scramble to receive them, knowing from years of Games that it means gifts. That's when it happens, the bombs. The massacre so many. The Peacekeepers are caught as off guard as the four of us, they seem to forget we exist and hit the ground almost instantly. We are still far enough way to avoid the actual fire and explosions, but the sounds that erupt are deafening. Then the medics come, I'm rushing towards Peeta when I turn just to see her for a second. She's still so far away; maybe I'm wrong, it cannot be her. I change my course and start to run toward her, screaming at the top my lungs.
Then second round of bombs go off. I am pulled to the ground a split second before and covered by someone's body. I kick, claw and force myself body upright. I throw my hand over my mouth, I am suddenly sure I am going to be sick. I cannot find her anywhere. There's burning bodies everywhere. I scream for her. Prim, little Prim. I begin to sob, lose control of my body. I can barely make out Gales voice as he pulls me backwards from the bodies. I yank my arm away and continue yelling for her, hoping to hear her sweet voice again.
I see blonde locks, but before I am able to make myself move any further forward Peeta appears in front of me. I try to push past him, but his eyes lock with mine and he shakes his head. I am frantic; I scream obscenities in his face and try to get around him. He easily lifts me over his shoulder and begins to move further away from her, I refuse to leave her like this. I manage to knee Peeta in the groin and take off running. I trip over rubble, people, goods but I do not stop until I reach her poor fragile body.
I turn her body to mine, I do not want recognize this little girl. I whisper to her softly, no response. She is not dead. Please. Not Prim. The tears stream down my face and land on her chest. I shake her a little, still nothing. I begin to scream for anyone to help me save her. No one comes. I tuck back a piece of her hair behind the good side of her face; I notice my hands are shaking. I press my forehead to hers and begin to rock back and forth. My sobbing is so loud; the sound of my own sorrow makes me whimper even louder. I begin to beg for her life, but no one is around to hear me. I try humming a song for her, but it is so broken up with tears I barely recognize my melody. I don't know how long I stay with her uninterrupted. When the sting of a bullet pierces my lung, I don't care to notice. Let me die.
The only thing that forces me to hang on is Peeta. I slip in and out of consciousness, but I can hear him screaming in the room next to mine. The tears never end, until I am induced into a coma. There is no safety in this dream driven world, I see her face all over. My heart sinks to my stomach, and I do not care to rescue it.
