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Chapter 21

My bullet missed and hit the wall behind my target, a little spark comes out when those two things collide. I still can't use my left hand well, even I had do my training for three days. I slammed my gun and take a small knife from the rack and throw it aimlessly toward my target.

"Nice throw." Beetee moves his wheelchair closer to me. I see my knife, sticking right in the middle of red circle in a mannequin doll that stands by a black metal. That doll rocking forward and backward because of the pressure given by my anger that brought by the knife made by Beetee.

I turn back to Beetee awkwardly because of that stupid collar chafes my neck and makes my movements become so limited. Beetee turns his wheelchair and takes a middle-shaped knife with complicated carvings on the sharp side and gives it to me.

"For me?"

"Of course. I made it special for you."

I take that knife and suddenly I feel a great pain on my right shoulder. I forgot that I'm not well yet, and thick bandage still wraps my shoulder in condition to preventing me not to move my right arm too much. I dropped the knife and when it touch the ground, I heard an unusual clinking sound, more like I dropped a twenty pounds of metal instead.

"Whoa! What was that?"

Beetee smiles, and then picks that strange thing, "This is a special knife."

"What's special about it?"

"This knife looks so light, even it is. But, once you press this…" Beetee shows a bracelet with one small red button in it, "This thing will become some kind of magnet having double poles and it will pull every metal around it within a radius of half meters."

"As just happened?"

Beetee nods, "This knife was falling when pulled the metal floor underneath us."

"That's why it was sounded so heavy, wasn't it?"

"Smart girl!" Beetee gives back that knife to me after turning off the magnet, "Don't forget the cover, though. It is still a sharp, normal knife. Besides, the magnet switcher could be a nice accessory for you."

"Thank you, Beetee." I slip my new toys in a pocket in my oversized grey uniform.

The purple tattoo on my hand glows and the words that were "Training" changed into "Meeting at Command". I sigh, I never like this meeting and I've ignoring it several times. However, I'm not worth too much in this meeting because they always talking about propagandas and their invasion plans to the Capitol. Actually, I don't understand at all why they ask me to joint into the meeting, where usually I just yawning and scratching the table with my nails without paying attention at all.

I take a small towel from the metal rack in the corner and wipe down my sweat, then saying goodbye to Beetee.

"You should go to the meeting this time, Clove. They have something very important to tell you." Beetee keep talking while his eyes are on his computer.

"I don't know, maybe I will." I slide the door and close it, then walking to the elevator and press a button to my compartment's floor. I lean my back to its cold wall while it brings me up.

It has been four or five days had passed since they brought me here, in a place where I thought had been destroyed, District 13. They said Gale saved me. He found me lying on the ground almost breathless, with two gunshot wounds, fractured neck, deaf right ear, and purple bruise on my temple. I haven't met him again since he came to visit me in the hospital with Primrose. He's so quite, and never says anything to me which makes me so hesitate to say thank you for saving my life twice. His face was never changed for those thirty minutes of visit that day, so cold and honestly he looks a little bit like Cato when he was killing that blonde girl from District 8. But I don't blame him at all, the fact that he didn't kill me and save me gave me a big relief, at least for now. Gale is like a timed bomb that will explode anytime so Katniss didn't die for nothing.

The elevator stops and the door opens, but I just stare at that empty corridor. I just have to step forward and find a compartment with letter 'E' above it, open its door and greet Buttercup. That ugly cat with golden fur which will hiss to me when there is no Primrose with him.

I pushed another button and the door closed. The elevator brings me upwards two more floors. This floor only has some rooms and there are just a few people walking with their own business without cares what others do, with cameras everywhere following every moving object, even the dust. A little camera follows me sliding the Command's door open.

"Ah, our victor has come! Have a sit and make yourself comfortable." Plutarch greets me happily. I look around that small room for a second and begin to count how many are attending this meeting. President Coin, Plutarch, Effie, Haymitch, and me, that's all. Even Primrose and Gale aren't here, and Cato must still in the hospital.

I walk awkwardly to an empty chair next to Haymitch, who looks healthier and better even there's still a mourn on his sunken eyes because his alcohol has been stopped.

"Okay, I think everything is ready. Let's begin with…" President Coin pulls her chair closer to the table, makes her grayish black hair flows.

"Ready for what?" I asked. Every head on this room turned at me, and I see an unhappy face on Coin when I interrupted her statement.

"Ready for your propo, Honey." Effie moves her pen between her fingers, and flips some paper on her clipboard.

"Propo? For me? Why I should do that? I mean, we already joining the districts, and we are on our way for make a massive attack to Capitol. I don't think another propo is necessary."

"Of course it is." Plutarch smiles and walk around the table to a big screen behind Coin. He touches a little square on it and it shows a map of Capitol with some blinking red circles on some places.

"What's that?"

"It's a map."

I sigh, "I know it's a map, Mr. Heavensbee. I was asking about those red circles."

"Ah, yes. Those are the reason why you should do this propo. As you can see, this is the best map that I can make of the traps in Capitol. I bet there are more traps there, but some of those traps are connected with each other, and I will call them a "chain". That's mean if we can deactivated one of it, the chain with definitely broken and our soldiers and pass it through safely. But we only have one problem here."

"And what is that?"

"Time." Plutarch smiles wider, happy knowing that my brain is still on its good condition, unlike my body.

"Time for deactivated the chain?"

Plutarch nods, "Capitol has a very good security system, but Beetee can break it since he was the one who made it. But he said he will need longer time to do it because the system is too complicated, so we decided to make one last propo to buy some time."

"And why you decided to choose me?"

"Because public want to see someone who start this rebellion. They have been waiting for a long time to see you."

"What?!" I can't control myself not to shout. What was Plutarch talking about? Me? Starting this rebellion? When? Why?

"I think we need to go back to the basic, Mr. Heavensbee." Haymitch wipes his nose and turns at me, "Don't we?"

"I think so." I tried to calm myself down, even my heart still beating very fast waiting for the explanation.

"Alright, then. I will ask you a simple question, what was the last thing you do at the 74th Hunger Games?"

"I-I killed Katniss and Peeta." my voice become so squeaky, and I feel something has reaches my throat and wants to be spilled. I gulped so hard and feel my nose getting warm. I hate this question, what was Plutarch want that he asked me that? Does he want to make me remembering all those awful nightmares?

"Oh no, not that one. I was speaking about when you and Cato tried to fool the Gamemakers by eat those Nightlocks."

My eyebrows are frowned, I blinked several times to make sure that I heard Plutarch said something about me fooled the Gamemakers. What kind of joke is that?

"What do you mean? I didn't mean to fool the Gamemakers."

"But that's what those stupid people was thinking, Sweetheart. There were not many tributes that have such a big courage disobeying their order. If one did, they will do something in revenge to make sure that the same thing won't happen again."

"Like killed my parents?" I asked, more like mumbling, but I want an answer, "They killed my parents because of me?!"

There was a sudden silence in this room. No one seems want to speak, they just stand where they are like stone statues. I don't like being ignored. I want an answer, and it's just 'yes' or 'no'. Despite how everyone react, I can make my own conclusion that the answer is 'yes'.

They were killed because of me, it was not a coincidence that the Capitol bombed District 8 when my parents were there. Somehow they'd know that my parents were there as medical personals, then send some planes and make sure they bombed the hospital. Everything become clearer in my mind, all my mourns for them were caused by my own mistake.

But I could make that not happened, if I knew. I could say sorry to Capitol and I believe they will forgive me based on our cooperation for many years. I would do anything they said and this rebellion will not rise. I can keep my parents alive. If only I knew.

"Why was nobody told me that I was the one who raised this rebellion?" I stare at every face in this room, but their lips are locked.

I turn to Plutarch, "I met you at the victory party. You told me that you were the new Head Gamemakers, but you didn't tell me about my mistake!" I turn to Haymitch, "And I met you several times at Quarter Quell! You could tell me before the game started! But you didn't!"

I stand up and grab the edge of the table in front of me because my blood starts boiling, "You know what I should pay for that? I lost my parents! I could keep them alive if anyone told me!" I kicked my chair and leave the Command. That room is filled with liars and selfish people who only care about themselves and this stupid rebellion.

An elevator stops before I touch the button. Someone with mask coming out and I enter it immediately. After pressed a random button I sit on the floor, fold my knees and crying between them as loud as I can since no one can hear me. I punch the wall several times until I feel my hand is bleed, but I don't care.

"Hey, are you okay?" I hear someone is talking. I didn't know the elevator stopped and someone has coming in. I look at his big feet upward to his face, to his blonde hair that has growing a little bit longer and finally to his blue-sea eyes.

I scream and hug him. I can't control myself not to cry louder. He is the only one who knows almost anything about me, how to calm me down, and how to cheer me up when I was sad or depressed. He moves to press a button, but I don't release my hug until he pushes me.

"That was…shocking."

"I'm sorry. I'm just so happy to see you." I smile between my tears.

"I don't know that you will become that happy to see me. I thought you consider me as your rival."

"My what?"

He rubs his nape, "Er…yeah. I thought you hate me, since I defeated you in the knife throwing station."

I walk closer, but strangely Cato is like avoiding me. Suddenly he becomes so defensive, as if I will punch his face or something.

"Why?"

"You are gonna hit me, don't you? You never like anyone looking at you, or dare enough to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?" I walk two steps backward. His face changes, shows a big relief.

"So, you won't?"

"Why I should do that?"

There is a choked silence that filling that elevator and changes the atmosphere. The elevator stops and the door opens, shows a bright white corridor that looks so familiar for me. The hospital. Cato walks out without says anything, or even turns back to see me one more time.

I hold the door right before it closed, and almost got my fingers clamped. I follow Cato secretly, like spying on tributes behind the thick bushes. He stops at the receptionist, and then walking on to a big room near the bathroom. I walk very slowly to the door after he closed it, and peeking from a small glass on it.

Cato lies on a comfy white bed, with a doctor sits next to him bringing a clipboard. I press my face harder on the glass so I can hear what they are talking about clearly.

"So, let's have a quick review about our last meeting. Give me your identity, Mr. Crowley."

Cato closes his eyes, trying to concentrate, "My name is Cato Crowley. I'm seventeen years old but I will be eighteen two more weeks. I'm from District 2. I have a sister named Hestia. My family and I moved here after our district has destroyed…"

"That's it?" the Doctor clicked his pen, ready to write something on his clipboard.

"That's so far. I can't remember anything else."

"Okay, don't push yourself too hard." he write a small note and turns back to Cato.

"But I got some flashes you told me."

"Oh, great! Can you tell me?"

"But it was a dream, does it count?"

"Yes it does. Maybe it was part of your memories too."

"Okay." Cato takes a deep breath while still closing his eyes, "I was at a very quiet night, facing a campfire with someone on my lap. It was very cold, and she was freezing, so I took off my jacket and covered her under it. I heard her stomach rumbled so I baked some meat in case she will woke up soon, and she did. The first word she said after she woke up was my name, and her voice sounded so familiar. I can tell by her voice that she was in a great pain, so weak and throaty."

"Do you remember what she looks like?"

"She was so small and tiny, but looks too muscular for a girl. She has untidy dark hair tied in a loosen ponytail, and a set of knives tied on her waist."

"What about her face? Do you recognize her?"

"I couldn't see her face clearly, looks so blurry and dark."

"Okay, that's a good progress, anyway. Maybe it was part of your memories about the Hunger Games. I think Capitol cut that part so we don't have the recording to reveal who was the girl."

I closed my mouth with both of my hands, and run towards the exit door. I don't want to hear or see it anymore, every piece of word that Cato said, just makes me remembering those terrible days in that arena. Now I know why he looks so scared and confused when we met, he has lost some of his memories, maybe also his feeling about me. He didn't remember about that moment, when he saved me from Thresh, when he treated me and how we were running away from those mutts.

I run down using the stairs because I'm tired waiting the elevator. I keep running until I found my compartment. I went inside and crawl to my bed, then covering my whole body with my blanket, ignoring Buttercup that hisses at me because I accidentally stepped on his tail. There, I cried inside my pillow until I'm out of breath.

"Clove, are you okay?" that soft, calming voice going through my broken heart and sanity.

I sobbed, "Yeah, I'm okay."

"You can tell me everything, you know. I can keep secrets, even from my mom."

I hate the way she makes me tell my problem, but on the other side I need someone for support right now. I was thinking of kick her out, until I realize that it was me who stay at her compartment.

I sit and wipe down my tears with my blanket. Primrose is sitting on her bed while rubs Buttercup which sleep peacefully on her lap. She has sweat all over her body, maybe she's just has some heavy trainings.

"I met Cato, and he…" I can't say the rest of it. He got amnesia, Clove. That's it.

"Oh…" Primrose closes her mouth. She put Buttercup down and sits next to me, "You already know that he got amnesia?"

I nod, "And no one told me about this, or the fact that I was the one who raised this rebellion. Everyone just keep those secrets from me. What were they thinking? That I'm too weak to know the truth?"

"I don't know why they didn't tell you about Cato, but I know why they didn't tell you about your mistake. You were being watched."

"By who?"

"Almost everyone. Your prep team, Avoxes in your apartment, and I heard that Capitol sent some spies to District 2 to spy on you and Cato. They want to know if you involved in this rebellion or not."

"But why the killed my parents? I was not joining the rebellion yet that time."

"But Capitol thought like that because the other districts start their own riot right after Quarter Quell. We were trying to contact you, to warn you about that after that game, but we couldn't access anything to District 2, even the train. We need more time to finally could do that, and at the same time Capitol sent their armies to kill you."

"Kill me?"

"Our spy on Capitol told us right after we arrived at District 2. So we split up the team, Gale lead the team to find the residents, and I lead the other to find and save you. But when I went to the Victor's Village, that place has been destroyed. Not long after that, Gale contacted me that he found you and I lead the team to him immediately. But after I got there, he said that you had gone. I was so angry at him that time, he should save you first before join the firefight. But he said he had saved you, and he has no more business to you since he wasn't the one who lead the rescue mission."

"But he saved me twice. And I think we both know why he doesn't really like me."

"I know, but that won't bring Katniss back to life."

"Don't blame him. I can understand that. But, my next question is you, why don't you hate me after what I've done to your sister?"

Primrose picks Buttercup after that cat meows so loud and place him on her lap, then rubs his head, "Because you just like her. The way you think, the way you act, just exactly like her. I feel like Katniss is alive inside you. And I love her so much, I don't want her to die again."

"But we were not the same person, Primrose. Katniss was not as brute as me."

"I know you are not like that. I knew you killed her and Peeta because you want to save Cato. Katniss will do the same thing for the one she love."

"How did you know that?"

"Just like when you planned to eat that Nightlocks, you didn't mean to fool the Capitol, you just want to save Cato. You still have heart inside you."

Primrose stands and put the sleeping Buttercup on her bed, then walks to the door, "It's dinner time, do you want to go with me?"

"That will be a great idea. Thank you, Primrose."

"By the way, you can call me Prim. All my friends call me like that, and my sister should call me like that too."

I smile and swing my legs down, "Sure, Prim."