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Even if I couldn't tell by the voice, I would have known instantly who my savior was. I could feel it in the air, her presence…it's strange. And hard to explain, but it's definitely there. I look at her boots—dirty, worn hunters boots—since they're at my eye level. Then I crane my neck to look up and behind me at her face. It's almost exactly how I remember, but almost more…mature. She seems wiser; just by looking at her face I can tell. I suppose it's not a mystery as to why.

She's breathing heavily, like she sprinted all the way here from wherever she was. "Stop." She says between pants. "You can't kill her."

Finnick lowers his trident, stabbing it into the floor next to him and leaning on it casually. "Why not?"

"Because…" she exhales sharply. "Because then we're no better than them."

A look of disbelief crosses over Finnick's face, and then it's replaced by shock. "No better than them?" He breathes one, humorless laugh and shakes his head, straightening up and folding his arms. "Katniss, this girl tried to kill you. She tried to kill Peeta. She killed tons of kids in the arena."

"So did you." She replies, shocking Finnick further and me, as well. "You trained for the Hunger Games your whole life, just like her. You killed tons of kids, just like her."

Finnick glares at her. "Look at what she did to Prim, Katniss. She hates you. And she's going to kill you if I don't kill her right now. And yet you're stopping me."

Katniss doesn't answer. Instead it's silent, except for her ragged breaths which are now slowing. I can't believe she's here. She's actually here. Right in front of me. Well, in back of me if you want to get technical. Finnick is looking at Katniss expectantly, waiting for her to say something. He looks a little angry…and his attention isn't on me. I take this to my advantage by shoving his foot off of my chest, causing him to stumble a little and allow me to get up. He looks at me, angry at my foiling him, but he's also surprised. He lunges to take hold of me again, but I shove him back and pluck his trident from the ground, then spin around and point it at his throat just as he's starting towards me again. He stops abruptly and stares at the points at his throat. I see him grinding his teeth.

I look at Katniss and she seems about to say something, but the words get caught in her throat. I look back at Finnick and decide that I won't kill him right now. I remove the trident from his throat, bring it back, and then slam the side of it into his temple as hard as I can. He stumbles backward, then drops to the floor unconscious.

I drop the trident but kick it against the wall, just in case Finnick gets up sooner than preferred and takes it. Then I walk to the opposite wall and pick up my knife. Of all the days I choose to only carry one with me, it just had to be today.

Slipping the knife into my pocket, I walk in front of Katniss so that the two of us are only about a foot and a half apart. Then we just stare at each other. She's afraid; I can see it in her eyes, feel it radiating off of her as if it were a scent. But still, you couldn't tell it just by glancing at her.

After what seems like an eternity of just staring—or glaring, in my case—at each other, Katniss finally finds her voice. "Just tell me one thing, before you kill me, if you're going to….How?"

I narrow my eyes at her. "How what?"

"How are you alive? How are you here?"

I smirk. "The Capitol is magic."

Katniss scowls. "Just another reason to hate them." She looks at me. "Why are you alone? Isn't…Isn't Cato…." She shivers slightly, as if the thought of Cato coming along was too scary to think of.

"Not here." I answer. "Which is probably worse for you. Because, as you must know by now, Cato doesn't have a lot of patience. Actually, he has no patience. So that means his kills are faster. Definitely not quick, but a lot faster than mine." I turn to her with a grin on my face. "In case you've forgotten, I do love to draw out deaths as long as possible."

Katniss now just looks terrified, struggling to hide the fear that's plastered on her face. Her gray eyes look haunted, and she's no longer looking at me, but in the distance. "I remember." She says quietly, raw fear oozing through the cracks in her voice.

I stare at her until she looks at me. "Now, I'm genuinely curious." I say to her. "Why did you come here if you knew I would kill you?"

She looks at the ceiling, then at the floor. "I don't know…I guess I just…first of all, needed to stop Finnick."

I shake my head slowly. "I don't understand you. You just had the chance to have me dead and continue living. Why throw it away?"

"I didn't throw anything away." She argues. "Should I have let Finnick kill you? Would you have been happier?"

I glare at her. "You're just too…good. Don't you get it? That's why I hate you so much."

Katniss frowns. "Good?"

"Yes! Good. You're a good person. And I hate it. You're too good; you're just so…innocent. And harmless. It makes me sick."

She looks at me coldly. "I've changed since the Games."

"I know. We all have. I don't think anyone goes into the Hunger Games and comes out the same."

Katniss nods. "I actually agree with you there."

It's silent for a few seconds, and then I just have to laugh. It's one of those moments where you just can't help it. Katniss looks at me as if I'm crazy, and perhaps I am a little, but really. I'm sitting here having almost casual conversation with the person I hate more than I've ever hated in my whole life. Wow.

"Well…I suppose there's no point in prolonging your death." I look at her. "You're not going to try and fight me? At all?" I ask, eyeing the knife in her pocket.

"I'll resist you, of course." Katniss says. "But only long enough for them to get here."

As if on cue, there's a knock at the door. I look at the old wooden thing, my heart in my throat. Now I'm the one who's scared. Who is it? How many are there? Katniss walks over the door, keeping her eyes on me the whole way there. When she opens the door, my terror turns to relief in a second.

It's Rae.

Her large green eyes find me, and she looks relieved. Then they slide to Finnick on the floor, and then finally to Katniss. She stares up at her for a while.

"Oh." She says. "I…oh."

Katniss looks confused.

"Where's Cato?" I ask her.

"He's…" she looks at Katniss, seemingly irritated. Then she shoulders past her and walks over to me, speaking quietly so only I can hear. "He's back at the pier, where we came in. He says we need to go back to the Capitol."

I frown. "Why? Why now?"

Rae continues whispering, even though Katniss isn't making any obvious attempts to eavesdrop on our conversation. "You know Peeta?"

"Lover Boy?" I ask, suddenly interested. I feel a smirk form on my lips when, out of the corner of my eye, I see Katniss's head snap up.

"Yeah. We ran into him looking for you. Cato was going to kill him, but he just knocked him out instead. He hasn't woken up."

"I still don't get why this means we have to go back to the Capitol." I say. I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I feel like I need to rush her on what she's saying. I don't know when "they" are coming or who they even are. But I'm sure they'll back up Katniss.

"Well, we ran into Enobaria."

"Enobaria?"

"Yes. She said that you're not in trouble anymore and that we need to go back."

I shake my head. "That makes no sense. Why would we suddenly be excused from running away?"

Rae shrugs. "She said she'd tell us when we got you. But we need to go, now. She said that lots of rebels were coming into this area; they're going to the Capitol, too. We should've waited for them to come to us."

I straighten up when she finishes speaking. Then I look at Katniss and sigh. "What do I do with you? I certainly don't have enough time to kill you."

"Just wait." Rae tells me. "We'll see her again soon enough."

Katniss looks at Rae with interest, but still remains silent. I walk over to Katniss so that we're face to face, and then I take my knife out of my pocket.

I smile at her. "Just to hold me over." She looks confused, and then I jab the knife into her thigh. Katniss cries out and shoves me away, cupping the wound that's already starting to gush. I reach out and slice the back of her hand, and then the inside of her arm when she shoves me away again.

Rae grabs my wrist and yanks me towards the door. "Come on, you'll just want to finish if you keep going."

And she's right. I already want to finish her off, so badly. She's right there; it's so unbearable to leave. But I know I have to, or else I'll end up getting killed. If Katniss is coming to the Capitol, I'd rather kill her there—a bigger audience. I'll just have to wait. I turn to Katniss, who is now limping towards Finnick, and smirk at her, saying one last, "See you." And I would see her. In the very near future.

Rae and I run through the maze-like area and back into town with ease—she has a very good memory and knew exactly how to get through the streets. We duck through the port as we did before, but it's dark out now, and the only light is coming from the many stars above and the soft glow coming from shop windows that double as homes for the owners. She leads me right to the tree line, where I see Cato and Enobaria. Even though Rae told me they found her, it feels so strange to see her.

They both look relieved when we come up to them. "You're safe." Cato says.

I nod. "I found Katniss."

Cato's eyes widen. "Really."

"Yes. And I was about to kill her. But she called for backup and—"

"And we need to beat that backup to the Capitol. So come on, let's go!" Enobaria rushes us along through the hole in the fence. We all run in silence along the tall grass for about a mile or so when Enobaria finally stops, halting the rest of us as well. She presses a button on her communicuff, and less than a minute later a small hovercraft appears overhead. It drops down close to the ground, and then a ladder slides out of it. We all step on and it freezes us in place, bringing us up into the sleek black hovercraft.

The lighting in the hovercraft is dim, not much of an improvement from the outside. It's very small, and the all black décor makes it even smaller. Black metal walls and floors, and black leather seats. Not very welcoming, but to be honest I'm just thankful to be finished walking.

"You two are probably the luckiest I've ever met in my life." Enobaria sighs. "You run away from the Capitol with about a million people trying to kill you, and you come back without a scratch, and having seen Katniss." She shakes her head. "And yet you couldn't make me look good and win the Games. Bastards." She takes a sip of a drink that appears on the little side table next to her chair.

"Have you seen Glimmer and Marvel?" I ask her.

Enobaria shakes her head and puts the drink down. "I haven't, but they were found. They're on their way to the Capitol, too. What made you guys split up? Even Marvel and Glimmer were found in different places." She sniffs. "Was there some feuding going on, hm?"

"They were being assholes. That's all." Cato says simply. "So we ditched them. Well actually, Glimmer just up and left one night. Then we ditched Marvel while he was sleeping."

Enobaria smiles. "I can just imagine him freaking out when he woke up."

Cato chuckles. Rae, who had been silent the whole time, speaks up. "Why were you in District Four?"

"Looking for you, of course." Enobaria says. "And killing some rebs. But mostly looking for you." Then she frowns and looks at Rae. "Who are you?"

"This is Rae. We picked her up in Two." Cato explains.

"Ah." Enobaria nods.

"And why are you bringing them back?" Rae asks, ignoring the previous conversation.

"Yeah," I agree with Rae, "why are you bringing us back?"

Enobaria sighs and leans forward a little in her chair. "Landon requested it."

"Why?" Cato asks. "Do you want to see us killed?"

"I already did." Enobaria says. Ha-ha. She must think she's so clever. Cato and I both scowl at her, which makes her laugh. Her smile is gone within three seconds, though. "Seriously, though. I honestly think it wouldn't make a difference if you two came back, because Panem is in such turmoil already I don't think a couple of resurrected tributes would do much to fuel the fire. Even if…" she trails off.

"Even if what?" I encourage her.

"Even if it didn't happen."

"What didn't happen?" Cato asks. "The war?"

Enobaria shakes her head. "No. I can't believe you haven't heard, even though you've been away. But, quite apparently, you haven't. So of course, it's my job to tell you. Take it as good or bad news, whatever your opinion is. I, myself, am still indifferent…not really sure how I feel just yet. If it's good or bad. For us. For the war."

"What?" I ask her, and she looks up at me, completely serious.

"President Snow is dead."