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"No" I yell as Golin disappears, the light with him "No" I snarl again shaking against the restraints "you can't kill me. I refuse to die. Hear that Snow? I may be crazy but I will not stop fighting" I scream knowing the cameras have probably cut off by now.

"Well, we have a feisty little one don't we" he whispers sarcastically in my ear "what would it take to get you to call for a cease fire? What would it take to get you to fight with us? The people already love you, after all you are and angel" he croons at me "So angel, what's it going to take"

"For starters, me killing you" I spit through clenched teeth.

"Oh, are you sure? I can be pretty convincing you know" he signals the electrocution guy and I wait for the pain of the shock.

When it doesn't come I look up at Snow. He smiles wickedly and suddenly screams echo throughout the room. Prim, Peeta, Flicca, Cable; their screams ring out in the little room. Each scream is more unbearable and then it all stops and Gale's voice comes in a whisper.

"I love you Katniss" he whispers, it echoes vaguely in my mind over and over.

"Lies" I stare plainly at Snow.

"Not lies, how you would even know?" he questions trying to break me.

"His voice, that was before the games. His voice is almost a whole octave lower now" I laugh crazily "It's not that easy to trick me" I sneer.

He breathes in heavily and sighs "I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this Oaklan" his voice is disappointed.

"Do what?" I ask quickly, he can see the fear in my eyes.

"Kill you" he responds coolly as if he is talking of the weather or something of that sort.

"No." I panic completely "I'll do whatever you want" I know that that is a lie; I'll find a way to screw up what he wants but I have to make him believe me now.

"I had a feeling you would" he laughs "Your interview is in an hour, your prep team is here to see you to get ready." He lays back the chair I am strapped to before leaving.

I never had a prep team; Cinna always did me up by himself. What strange people are going to come in here and poke and prod me until I'm perfect?

The sound of the door opening startles me out of my thoughts. "Hey angel" Cinna's warm voice fills the room.

"Cinna?" I gasp pulling against the restraints.

"Hey, calm down sweetheart. Just let me do your makeup. Do you want me to cover your scar?" he asks running his fingers along the length of scar on my forehead.

"No, I want everyone to see, I want everyone to know how sick their out country is" I spit looking up at him with rage embedded in my grey eyes.

"Understandable" Cinna nods with a faint smile as he busies himself with doing my makeup. As always time flies and within moments I am being ushered up onto the stage.

The cheers take me back to the time before the games, before the arena, the interviews when I was dubbed Panem's Angel. People are cheering, shouting my name as they hold up pictures of me and my knife.

It's sick; I have to dig my hands into my sides to keep from doing something rash and irrational. I want to cut out all their voice boxes to teach them a lesson about the games and what it can do to people, I'm not the same little innocent girl I was the last time I was on the stage. Last time, I thought I knew who I was but the games can rip things from you. It can completely strip you of your identity.

Caesar decides that this would be a good time to show me to my seat. I catch a look at my face before he does; I am looking out at the audience with a sadistic smile on my face. Anyone who has seen the games knows these kinds of smiles. It's the smile a killer gets before he stalks his prey down, ripping it to shreds. It's the look of a killer.

"Oaklan" Caesar laughs patting my hand trying to break me from my spell "long time no see" he smiles at me cueing it is my turn to speak.

"Hello" I whisper smiling out at the audience.

"Well Oaklan, we didn't really get to speak after your games since you know the rebels" he pauses to make an animated face of disgust "the rebels managed to kidnap you" he pretends to wipe away a tear "Just give us a little glimpse of what you were thinking right then, when they pulled you into the hovercraft"

"To tell you the truth I wasn't really thinking, I fell out of the Capitol hovercraft and blacked out" I wince fakely and touch my back.

"Oh, look at that folks, they didn't even fix our poor angel's back" the audience aw's and boo's and shouts out angry words at the rebels.

"I do have to apologize, I was tricked into doing something in the arena, I was tricked by someone evil. I was tricked into doing something most people here probably hate me for. I was tricked into killing innocent children. I don't regret a single thing I did." My mic is cut off but the Capitol people are completely silent "I was tricked into killing for a sick game made by sick people. So kill me now Snow" I yell holding out my arms so he had a clear shot.

"Over my dead body" a voice yells out and I am being shoved behind a brick wall of tanned muscle.

Gale.

At that moment rebel soldiers storm in at all entrances shooting randomly.

I am being thrown over a shoulder and conveniently, my body decides it is the perfect time for a flashback.

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