Sebastian's POV

"Who's Ryan Murphy?" I demand. "And that beanie looks ridiculous, by the way."

"I don't know how to break this to you, Sebastian." Beetee or Ryan Murphy or whoever he is says. His eyes are pitying."You're a fictional character."

"No I'm not. I have a life. I'm just like everyone else in the world. You're crazy. You've lost your mind."

Seriously. How do you react to being told that you're a FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

Does that mean I'm famous?

"Oh, really? Then why are you in that show?" he gestures to the screen, where I am standing in the background, my mouth frozen in a sneer. "Odd things happen when actors try to balance two worlds, Sebastian."

"Okay. I am now 100 percent sure you are actually on drugs. Get away from me!" I grab a metal rectangle and brandish it like a sword. The guy is making no sense. I don't remember doing any pot lately, but I must have, because this is one heck of a hallucination.

"Sebastian, you were – are – portrayed by the actor Grant Gustin on the television series Glee. When he scored the role of Finnick in the 2013 film Catching Fire, in your respective universes, you swapped lives."

"I don't understand!" I yell. "My world is everyone else's world. The real one. Who's this Grant Gustin guy, anyway?"

"Like I said – an actor." Ryan Murphy pulls off his glasses. I stare into his tired eyes and detect no insincerity. Crap. Does this mean he's telling the truth? "He's from Virginia."

"Why am I here?" I hate the desperate tone of my voice.

"You're here, Sebastian." Ryan Murphy says. "Because when Grant Gustin was cast as Finnick in the movie Catching Fire, your characters swapped lives. Grant has huge control over what you are, what you do. Do you ever feel a strange connection to a dog named Jett?"

Now that I think about it, a white dog has always been in the back of my mind. I nod, trying not to scream. It's been with me...ever since I ate dog meat in Paris. And then threw up when I realized what it was.

This is why I only have cats.

"Well, that's Grant's dog. He was in bed one night, before the filming, wondering how well Sebastian would hold up in Finnick's world, and bam! That world you live in is gone." Ryan gives me a smug look. "Understand, now?"

"I don't understand." I choke. "I'm not – real?"

"In your world, you are. Grant Gustin has had Finnick on the brain when he plays Sebastian, and Sebastian is in his head while he plays Finnick. This changes everything in the worlds. In fact, I daresay you might find some parallels in this world to the one you know. Didn't you think that Johanna resembled Santana Lopez?"

I nod.

"Strange things are going to happen, Sebastian. You and Finnick may be the only ones who are able to stop it."

"Wait." I hold up a hand, silencing him. "So things from this world – Panem – will start to leak into mine?"

"They already have." Ryan says. "Me and Beetee. Suzanne Collins – who wrote the Hunger Games trilogy, by the way – in in Lima right now. Certain creatures are now prowling the United States, such as the rose-scented mutts, which will come later in this world.

All this talk of parallel universes is scaring the crap out of me.

"What can I do to stop it?" I whisper. Ryan just smiles.

"That, Sebastian...that is up to you."

Finnick's POV

The ceremony is a closed-casket one, obviously. Nobody wants to see a body without a head.

Blaine's funeral is possibly one of the most tense, depressing things I've ever taken part in, and that's saying a lot.

I sit in the very back row, away from Kurt, my fellow Warblers, and everyone I have come to know over the past month or so. They'll wonder why I'm not crying. And there is no way I will cry. Over the past years, I've become more desensitized to death than I'd care to admit.

Kurt is in the front row. His eyes, like mine, are dry, his face completely blank. He stares straight ahead, past Blaine's mother, who is giving a tearful speech at the podium, past the shiny silver casket that holds his former boyfriend.

I sink back in my seat, the velvet cushions pulling me in as I think, for the hundredth time; What killed Blaine?

I still believe that this has to do with me. I mean, kids don't get their heads ripped off here, in central America. As far as I can tell, this town is boring. Blaine's death sure has gotten a ton of publicity. Reporters, policeman, and animal control swarm the state.

Animal control...

And then I realize why my senses have been tingling. I think back to when I read Mockingjay in Kurt's room, when I discovered my fate...

The exact wordings comes to the front of my mind. How could it not? How could it not haunt me? This is how I died.

They are white, four-limbed...Naked, with long reptilian tails...clamp onto their necks and rip off the helmeted heads...

The Capitol mutts. The Capitol mutts killed Blaine. I know this as surely as I know that my eyes are green.

They killed Blaine.

So I wasn't the only thing brought from Panem. Which begs the question; What will come next? It won't be good, that's for sure.

Movement from the front of the rooms brings my racing mind back to Earth. I see Kurt quietly exit the room, his hand pressed against his mouth. Blaine's mother falters, and then continues on with her speech.

Without hesitation, I hurry after Kurt. He has to know what happened to Blaine.

A/N: Hello again. Poor Blaine :( He doesn't deserve what happened to him. But someone had to die.

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