Hunger Games: Flames of Rebellion

Chapter 11 of my Hunger Games story, enjoy.

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jesuschick13: Thanks, glad you are enjoying it, yeah I thought it seemed appropriate for Snow's plan of setting an example.

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Disclaimer: Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins.

Chapter 11

KATNISS POV

The rest of the room exploded in conversation but I remained seated, staring transfixed at the blank screen, I listened to what everyone was saying, trying to find the willpower to move.

"The fool, he's added more fuel to the fire," Coin was saying, her tone dark and businesslike, "We should begin at once, we'll counter his actions right away."

I couldn't believe it, Coin was only thinking of how to turn this into propaganda against Snow, she didn't care about the fact Peeta had been whipped and nearly killed.

Peeta, I'm so sorry, if I had just found some way to take you with me," I thought to myself, consumed with guilt, it was my fault he had suffered.

""Whoa, Mellark's tougher than I thought," I heard Gale mutter, "He has to hold on but, for his sake, for Katniss' sake."

I knew Gale was right.

But how much longer, how much more willpower does Peeta have to resist them,'

At this rate Peeta would likely be killed before the week was over.

Soon the buzz of conversation became too much, I couldn't take it; I needed someplace quiet, somewhere to think. I needed to get away from here.

'Why can't they just shut up, this isn't going to solve anything, all this talking.'

They kept talking however, more and more intensely. I couldn't take it, this was ridiculous, nobody was even looking at me, Coin and her subordinate were discussing tactics for their next propaganda, My Mother and Prim were whispering quietly, I couldn't tell what, Haymitch and Gale were also talking. I gripped my hair shaking my head.

Too much, can't take this…Stop, just stop, everyone…Shut up…Shut up…'

I snapped and leapt to my feet.

"SHUT UP!"

Everything went silent as they all turned to me, "What is wrong with all of you, we shouldn't be wasting time like this, we have to save him, we have to save them all."

Nobody replied so I shook my head and prepared to leave the room, but suddenly I felt light-headed and then the room started spinning before I blacked out.

I groan as I finally regain consciousness, my vision is blurry at first but soon clears. I then realize I am lying in a bed in one of the rooms, my Mother and Prim are sitting next to the bed.

"Katniss, you're awake, thank God," My Mother gasps, relieved as Prim hugs me.

"What happened?" I asked; my voice slightly hoarse.

"You collapsed shortly after your outburst, that was two days ago." My Mother told me.

"What, two days, but…What about…?" I spluttered out, unable to finish my sentences.

My Mother laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder and Prim answered, her voice low.

"Peeta's still alive…they're torturing him everyday, he's still refusing to give up." I nodded, grateful at least that he was still alive.

Eventually my family left and Gale walked in, he talked for some time, trying to get a response out of me, but I was lost, my thoughts focused on Peeta and his suffering, and how it was all my fault. Eventually Gale left, several people, even Finnick and Paylor visited me and tried to talk but nothing could get through to me.

I was out of bed and fully dressed by now, I sat on the chair by the window, Peeta' pearl held in my cupped hands, I stared at it, thinking over and over again about what he had said about it, his 'something to remember me by' speech. The door opened again, I merely glanced up, it was Haymitch, he had a serious expression on his face and I knew that he wasn't going to try and break through the barrier I had set up, he wasn't here to talk, he was here to tell me something, something important.

"Sitting there staring at his gift won't change anything," He stated calmly, I looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow at his bluntness, "If you want to help, do something about it."

After an awkward silence he sighed.

"You're not getting it, stop sitting around feeling sorry, go to Coin and do whatever it take to convince her to mount a rescue operation, the sooner the better, given how Peeta's being tortured."

That caught my attention.

"Haymitch, what's happening to him?" I ask, fearfully.

"They're using Tracker Jackers on him, from what I've heard, they're planning to whip him again, live, as an example."

I sat rigid with terror, Peeta was being repeatedly stung by Tracker Jackers, their venom was been constantly introduced to his system, the longer I delayed, the less chance I had of rescuing him alive. Haymitch nodded grimly at me and left. I looked down at Peeta's pearl and finally a decision formed in my mind, all the fear and indecision was replaced by determination, I knew what I had to do. I stood up, pocketed the pearl and left my room, heading for the meeting room where Alma Coin was waiting with several of the others.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.