A/N: Hello Friends! Happy friday! I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. I think that I will try to frequently update on fridays. Does that sound reasonable? Well, in this chapter we will have some insight on the relationship developing between Nym and Haymitch and also what happens to Cinna during his second "Interview" with Silvius. Thank you guys for your nice words! I am absolutly fine, they just ran some tests cause they thought I might have a minor concussion. Buuuut everyone is fine haha. I am so happy about all the input you gave! Thanks for that! I love reading your thoughts on the story! Well, I am talking too much again haha. Happy reading! :)

Nymeria:

My eyes were absolutley focused on the TV screen. Because it was a Quarter Quell and 24 precious victors were thrown into the murderous games, a lot of cameras were installed in the arena, even more than usual. Like that every tribute had his or her own TV channel for the fans to follow up with their favorites.
I keept switching between my friends. Johanna, Renn, Finn, Katniss and Peeta. Johanna was with Beetee and Wiress. At least she wasn't alone, eventhough she was Johanna Mason and could probably take out the siblings of '1 on her own. I had always envied her for the fire that was burning inside of her. She impressed me and I respected her and most of all I was grateful for our friendship. I didn't expect her to be my friend, given that she hated the capitol and had her fair share of reasons for that. Next to that Finnick had build up an allience with Katniss and Peeta. At least that worked as planned. They had just survived some crazy monkey mutts and made it to the beach safely. They had lost Maggs though which was a stroke for Finnick. I knew how much he loved the elderly woman. I had been very fond of her to be honest. She was always friendly and gentle. She didn't deserve to die in the arena. But no one did.

The only one I was really worried about was my friend Renn from '5. He was on his own when he was supposed to be with Finn. They had lost oneanother during the fight at the cornucopia though. He was making his way back into the middle of the arena after literary experiencing hell breaking loose in sector 6 of the arena. When it was time for that area to activate it's trap, the ground opened up and flames and lava leaked for everything they could reach. Renn had burned his left arm as it seemed but managed to stay predominantly salutary.

I started to feel the alcohol in my head. It was a nice feeling. The knowleadge of being able to escape the shitty reality and to forget, at least for a while was a lovely perspective.
I zapped over to Jo as I was sure that Renn would make it out of sector 6 alive and almost spilled my glass. Jo, Beetee and Wiress were screaming and struggeling trough the sector they were in. A thick red liquid rained down on them. It took me a couple seconds to realize that the rain was actually blood and I felt my stomach turn. "Oh god, you are not supposed to be dealing with this." I whispered. I was mad. And I had no right to be. I was not the one fighting for my life in the arena. I was not the one captured or most likely killed by some peacekeepers. I was the one sitting here, unable to actually do something drowing myself in alcohol. "Wow," I told myself. "You actually suck." But at this point there was nothing I could actually do. Of course I could confront Welsbee about Cinna. But Haymitch was right. I had to do that in private. Another of Jo's scream snapped me out of my thoughts. They had almost reached the edge now. And then they stumbled on the beach. Safe. Joanna was cussing and Wiress keept saying 'Tick Tock' and for the audience it was obvious that she was referring to the clock. She had actually figured out how the arena worked! God dammn it Wiress and Beetee were definatly the smartest people I knew. Her mumbleing was driving Johanna crazy though and it seemed like the blood threw Wiress off so much, she couldn't actually from a structured sentence from her thoughts.

The screen started to blur a little and it became harder to watch. I wondered what was wrong with the TV, when I realized that it was actually me. I could barely move my head. Everything around me seemed to be sort of surreal and it felt like a milky veil had covered me. I curled up. At least for now, my friends in the arena were ok. They were alive. Cinna was not. The thought of him felt like a dagger, sinking deep into my heart and twisting and turning inside the wound. Are you alive? I asked inside of my head. Are you hurt? I curled up on the couch and merged into a drunken sleepy state of thinking without remembering until I finally passed out.

Waking up again was unpleasant. I didn't feel too bad but a bit dizzy and my head felt as if someone played the drumms on it. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and recognized thst I was covered by a blanket. That hadn't been there last night, had it? Next thing I recognized was that the TV was muted. What the hell? I sat up and my stomach turned around. If anything had been in there, I would have probably lost it now. Luckily my stomach was empty. When was the last time I ate? "Hello?" I said aloud. No answer. Had someone been in here without me noticing? Well, that wasn't that far fetched given that I probably wouldn't have heard a cannon go off next to me last night. A cannon! I searched for the remote and turned up the volume of the TV. Ceasar Flickerman was talking about the Games. "...apperantly they are planning on something. Let's hope to find out what soon!" He smirked and then laughed aloud. "But while we have to be patient, Naruki Shimmers is here in the studio with me! Na..." I switched channels. I didn't care what some celeb had to say about the games. What I cared about was if anyone had died since my...good-nights-sleep. I zapped to channel 5-2 which was Renns and was reliefed to see him standing next to Johanna, listening to something Beetee was explaining in a hushed voice that the audience couldn't hear. Katniss, Finnick and Peeta cowered next to the Tribute from '3. Where was Wiress? Oh no I thought.

"You're awake." a voice said behind me. I spun around. Haymitch was leaning in the doorframe, a pot of coffee and two cups in his hands. The fast movement made my head ring like bells. "You." I grunted. "You scared the hell outa me." "Sorry." He smirked sadly. "But you deserved that. Plus, someone had to come and take care of you. And I am glad I did. Girl, you were out." I blushed sightly which embarassed me even more because the red was strongly visible on my pale, almost whiteish skin. "I...kinda let myself go." I admitted. "Well, don't let that become a habit young lady." He fell next to me on the couch and I was impressed that he didn't spill any coffee. He watched me and his expression suddenly became more serious. "Nym, are you ok?" His question was unexpected. "Uhm yeah. Sure. I guess." I said, not really knowing what to answer. "You're a terrible liar Nymeria. I mean it. After what happened to you and Cinna," He stopped, obiviously trying to phrase whatever he wanted to say in the most unpainful way for me. "I mean I just saw the scenerey that was left behind and it was shocking enough. And...well, I'm concerned. I mean the two of you were quite close and now he was ki" "Don't say that!" I interrupted. "he is not dead. I am not accepting that he is dead until I have proove." Just thinking about Cinna being killed by the Peacekeepers made my heart twinge. "was taken into 'custody'" Haymitch corrected himself. "I am just wondering how you're dealing with it. Or if you can deal with it." I don't want to deal with it I said to myself. I didn't want to accept the fact that it had actually happened. But Haymitch was right. I had to. I had to cope. And I to try and find out what they did to him. "I, well. I am not ok. I am not Ok with what happened and I am not ok with Cinna being gone. I am not Ok with my friends being in the arena and I am not ok with Wellsbee being an intriguing little bastard rubbing subliminaly rubing it in my face that it was him who gave the order to hurt Cinna. I am not Ok with what I saw happening to him and I am not ok with being here while he isn't. But being not ok doesn't help anyone. So I guess I just have to keep my shit together. For Cinna. And for Jo and Renn and Finn and Peeta and Katniss and... I am worried about the plan not working out and now I am just babbeling like a dumb waterfall." I shut up and felt dumb. Weak. Stupid. "I understand." Haymitch simply nodded. "Everyone can tell how well you work together. Everything will work out the way it should, ok?" "I know. You're right...hey...thanks." I smiled a little. Weakly but honestly. Him caring was appeasing. "Always. Oh and anytime." He softly nuged me.
"Aren't you supposed to look after Katniss and Peeta...and the plan in general?" "I am. But Plutarch is having an eye on them at the moment and I can manage a lot from here. Stop trying to sidetrack me. I know all the tricks." "hmm shit." I said bluntly, gratefully accepting the cup of coffee he hands me. "look...I now I shouldn't try and lecture you now. Especially cause I'm a drunk fool myself most of the time...I just. I wish I wasn't sometimes you know? And I don't wan't that to happen to you. I know I haven't been there for you at all, but I've had an eye on you every time I came back to the capitol. And eventhough I've never been a father to you...I don't want you to go doen the same road as I did. I don't want you to end up as a roadkill, you know what I mean?" His words puzzle me a bit. We've never actually had that big 'hey, we are related' talk. "The point is...I wish I would have been there for you. Maybe my life would have been different, I don't know. Back then all I thought that everything I had was taken away by the capitol and therefor they would take you aswell. And that I wasn't able to raise a child. It was selfish I know...and I can't say wheather I regret it or not because with Eva as your mother and a child of the Capitol you were safe and sound. God dammit this is complete nonsense." He muttered drinking some coffee to prevent himself from talking. "You know, I havent been sober for this long in a while." He joked and I laughed. "Point is, don't drink. It won't do you any good. And as your father, even though I am a shit father, I am telling you to not do shit like that." "you're not a shit father...actually over the past 3 years, that I've known you AS my father you did a much better job than Wellsbee did..." Now it was him who was laughing. I had never actually seen him laugh like that. "I was serious!" I couldn't help but smile a little. "Well, if you can give me a chance, I will try my best to make up for the past 23 years. For me not being there AND for him being there instead. How does that sound?" "Deal."

Haymitch got up from the sofa and walked up and down the living room. As he approached the window, he gazed out. My father spun around. "We're leaving. Now." "What?" "Peacekeepers. Coming towards this house. And I am quite sure that I know which appartment they are heading towards." "What?!" They were coming here. Of course. And we didn't want to be around when they searched...they would search the flat. "Shit!" I jumped up and felt my stomach disagree. Ignoring Haymitchs haste I raced into Cinnas bedroom, grabbing one of his larger leather bags, and drawing out the secret drawer that was hidden behind his night stand. I crimped his sketchbooks into the bag and grabbed one of his sweaters to cover the books up just in case we wouldn't get out of here qickly enough. "Hurry!" Haymitch hushed. "I got everything" I said heading towards the door. "no wait." I turned around and grabbed the framed picture from the night stand. We rushed out of the door and scurried aroudn the corner. Just in time. The elevator opened and a squat of peacekeepers deboarded on the floor. "Take everything that can be a seen as a rebellious act or gives away facts about 13 and the rebells intentions. Burn the rest." burn. The word lingered on in my head. Haymitchs fingers closed around my wrist and he dragged me down the stairs. Burn.

Cinna

It had been a short, uncomfortable night. I felt exhausted and tired and my arms were aching from still being tied behind my back. My stomach felt empty and my throat was dry. When was the last time I had water? What time was it? If I wasn't going to die from starvation, the white room would at least drive me insane. I just wanted to fall back asleep. To not feel anything. I closed my eyes. But neither sleep, nor peace came. Instead it was Silvius.
"Good evening Mr. Williams." The Senator smiled. It was evening already? I nodded. "Oh, oh how rude. Where are your manners? Won't you greet me?" His wicked smile grew wider over his face. "I was taught to only greet people whom I consider to deserve my time." I croaked. My throat was so dry, it made speaking a torture. Consus simply laughed his forbidding artificial laugh. "You still haven't reconsidered your situation, have you my friend? Well, I was hoping you'd be more talkative today. But I think you will be. We are all working together here aren't we? Precilla," He turned to one of the Peacekeepers. "Why don't you untie our guests' hands and fetch him some water so that we can talk." Had he changed his way of questioning me? The peacekeeper woman whoose name was Precilla approached me and actually untied my wrists. I sat up stright, moved my shoulders and massaged my wrists. It was a relief to feel blood flow trough my arms again. She left the cell for a moment and returned with a glass of water. Is it poisoned? I wondered for a split second. But they wouldn't make it that easy for me. She handed it to me and avariciosly I downed half the glass. My throat celebrated the liquid which made my vocal chords work again. The water made a weird splashing sound when it hit my empty stomach.

Consus placed his hand on the wall and a white armchair merged from the wall. The other peacekeeper placed it in front of my uncomfortable chair and the Senator got comfortable. Precilla and her partner placed themselves to his left and right.
"So, let's chat. You know the procedure, am I right?" I nodded. I figured it wouldn't be different from the last time. I observed my torturers' faces. The two of them wore uniforms but no masks. The woman, Precilla, was what a lot of people would describe as beautiful. She had long, blond, curled hair and full, pink lips. Her eyes were big and of a scarily light blue. I doubted that it was her real color. She was slim and her face was flawless. A fearsome beauty, a snow queen in her mid thirties. The guy was big and buff. He seemed to be made of nothing but muscle. His skin was light and his face expressionless. He had brown eyes and brown hair. They were probably from District two, I thought. They looked as if they had been trained in one of the academies. If a district two kid didn't make it into the games, most of them decidet to become a Peacekeeper.
"aren't you intrested in how the games are going? You little bird is still alive. I wonder for how long though. Personally I put my money on the Girl from '1. She has a lot of potential, don't you agree?" enough potential, that you don't even know her name. I didn't bother to answer.

"Hmm. Well, let's get down to buisness. Are you involved in a rebellious community that works against the capitol?" Consus asked. "Why would you think that?" I shot back. "Some of your actions raised the belief that you might be discontent in the Capitol, or am I mistaken here?" "Incidents like this make me feel uncomfortable living in the Capitol. I didn't know that it was a custom to beat a citizen unconscious and then leave him in a room, tied to a chair, with no food or water. Or is that a new trend I missed?"

"You are an amusing fellow, Cinna Williams, you are indeed. I will take your answer as a yes though. And for your information, this is how the Capitol fares with traitors." Now I actually laughed. I must have seemed absolutly insane but I couldn't help it. My dress, the dress that made Katniss the Mockingjay had ultimatly started the rebellion. It had made her an icon. A martyr. And it was my work. If it made me a traitor, Snow must be furious. My amusement stopped when the male Peacekeepers fist hit me in the face. I grunted. There it was.
"Well, I am glad you can find some amusement too. Who else is a traitor to the Capitol?" "I have no Idea." I said. "I did that for myself. And for Katniss. I wanted her to win the games. Again. As her stylist I have my pride you know." I was proud that I still managed to come off as strong. I wouldn't show exhaustion. Not in front of him. "I figured you'd say that. That compels me to have your lovely friend join us though." I stopped breathing for a moment. "Who are you talking about?" I queried trying to hide my concern. "I mean that your little shadow will be joing you soon. As you are obviously a conspirator against our great Capitol, she is under the suspicion of conspiracy aswell. I reckon she didn't look as pretty when you were fetched, as she usually did on screen. The bruises didn't suit her." He is trying to upset you. A voice in my head told me. Don't play along. But my brain didn't work this fast. "Shut up!" stupid. I recived a hit in the stomach for this. I tried to shield myself with my arms but my reactions weren't fast enough anymore. Consus gave the male Peacekeeper a sign and he handcuffed my arms behind my back again. I didn't fight it. There was no point in that. "What did you do to her?" "Oh nothing yet. But I think we'll have to, since you don't cooperate." "what do you want from me?" "Information. You aren't of use for anything else." I glanced at him. "I don't know anything." I said. I couldn't betray Haymitch. Katniss. The plan. If I would talk now, I'd betray all of the Districts. But I couldn't let him hurt her. Not as long as I could protect her. "Like I said. I made the dress because it fit her. Her tribute token was a Mockingjay." "And you made her wedding dress turn into her tribute token?" "I wanted her to stand out. And it worked." "It worked a little too much. But I am not a moster. I will gíve you a chance to work with us to make up for your mistakes." I leaned forward as far as I could. "I'd rather strangle myself." I whispered. "Well, maybe we can arrange that. Your lovely stylist partner will make a great head start with that." "Portia?!" I gasped. She didn't do anything. She knew about my plans but didn't side with anyone. "Is that her name? I usually don't really care about canditats for the death bench. I think her execution will be right after the games. And it will be public. Of course you will have a VIP seat to watch." "No. Portia never harmed anyone. She never conspirated against the capitol, she" "too bad." Silvius interrupted me but I keept talking. "NO! NO! You can't just harm innocent people! YOU GOD DAMN KILL 23 CHILDREN EVERY YEAR!" I was surprised that I had the stregth to yell. I felt my strength fade away and my body was begging for nutrition. "YOU CAN'T HARM INNOC" Precillas fist hit my face again and again I could taste blood. My lip had ripped open and my jaw creaked. "NO!" I was mad. All the frustration, all the anger and the fear seemed to burst out. "YOU CAN'T HARM NYMERIA, YOU CAN'T HARM PORTIA, Y" Another fist hit my left temple. Pain exploded in my head and if I wasn't tied to the chair I would have probably just dumped off the chair. I was fighting my tears now. Not because of the pain but because of the frustration. "you. Can not." I started but another fist hit my face and a boot kicking my ribbs knocked my chair over. "ahh.." A sight of pain escaped my lips. "Untie him and leave him a bottle of water." he adressed the Peacekeepers. "I think we will continue another day. Who knows Cinna." He was standing above me now. "Maybe I'll bring your girlfriend next time." He smiled and left the room. The male Peacekeeper opened my hand cuffs and kicked me in the stomach another time, releasing all the air from my lungs, making me pant for air. The two soldiers left me on the ground, still struggeling for air. It took all my strength to scuttle over to a wall and lean against it. I touched my ribbs. They didn't feel broken. And I wasn't either. At least not yet.

A/N

So, again I am dying for your opinion on the chapter! Honesty is the best policy.

And again I have some Questions for you! (which can have an impact on the story btw.)

-what did you think about Nyms relationship to the tributes/victors? To explain that: Her job is being an escorts assistant which is how she gets to know a lot of them. And befriending them is probably just in her character.
-Do you think Portia will be killed? What do you think about her and Cinnas relationship?

-Do you think Silvius will actually arrest Nymeria before the rebellion will start?
-What do you think are they trying to do with Cinna?