~Authors Note~

Hope you guys like what I got done during a rainy day!

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Katniss

It's been raining for days. The cold drops blow in on me from the window. I walk over to it and place my hands on the bars. My anger is boiling so I direct it to shaking the iron bars. My face is soaks and water is running down my neck. I dry my hand on my pant leg and lift my hand to wipe away the moisture. It is then that I feel the tears leaking from my eyes. I wipe under one of them and pull my hand in front of me to look at it, tears. Some of the moisture was from the rain but most of it was from my silent tears. I feel so helpless. I put my hands back on the bars and lean my head down to look at my feet. My eyes closed, I feel more tears leak from eyes and drop silently to the floor. I hear the creak of the door. I don't even turn to look because I no longer care. I only care about Peeta.

"So, I heard you have a sweet bundle of joy on the way. Too bad you'll never get to meet her," sneers Enobaria from the doorway. I turn quickly and glare at her.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I wasn't supposed to be in those games. But Snow decided to send me in to kill you. When his plan didn't work he killed someone I care about."

"Ha, you care about somebody. I would have never thought you had a caring instinct." Enobaria walks swiftly towards me and shoves me against the wall.

"If I could have killed you he would still be alive. Now I'm going to get my revenge." She lets go of my shirt and I slump against the wall. My back of my head is soaked with freezing droplets. Enobaria paces the room.

"I've never had a maternal instinct. But I may do you a favor and take your baby as my own after I kill you. I'll just wait a little longer then I cut her out." I'm seething and angry. Words won't form on my tongue.

"She'll be a great fighter. I'll train her and after I kill Paylor and take up my rightful place of leader. I'll start the Hunger Games again. She will be the winner." My baby fighting? There is no way. I'll die before I let that happen. All I've went through in my life, I am not going down like this.

"You won't touch my baby," I say.

Haymitch, Johanna where are you?

I'm starting to form a plan. I just need a little more time.

Johanna

I had jumped in front of him but the bullet still planted itself into Haymitch's flesh. He's slammed backwards and a Mockingjay supporter catches him. I'm not super fond of Haymitch but He, Katniss and Peeta and soon to be family are all I have left. I'm in a rage and I pull the knife I had hidden in my boot out. I run at the crazy man. We fight and grapple. He's surprisingly strong. I trip backwards and land on my side. I'm back on my feet in a flash and I turn to face my enemy quickly. I am running on adrenaline. I bring my left arm up to cover my face while my right's prepared to throw a punch if necessary, I try to keep the gun away from my body. I'm poised on the balls of my feet ready to flit in any direction to avoid a hit. I see my target and without even focusing enough I launch my knife in the direction of his chest but it misses as he moves his body. I put my left foot behind his right foot. I give him my right hook which causes him to trip over my foot just as planned and land on his back. His gun slides off to the side and I hope an enemy doesn't pick it up in the chaos. But it's not as I plan and his boot wraps around my foot and I fall with him. He turns towards me and pushes my back against floor. He gets on top of me and slides his cool fingers up my throat, he grasps tightly and I can feel my airway closing as he chokes me. He lifts my head and bangs it on the marble floor. I can feel myself slipping into unconscious. I keep fighting. Kicking my legs I try to push him away but he's too strong. Why is no one helping me? Suddenly before I drift into permanent unconsciousness called death I remember a tact they taught us in training. I still my body and it's not hard to slow my heart because it's barely beating. I stop my convulsing and close my eyes. He still holds my neck in his large hands but I can feel his grip loosening slightly. I let out a slow breath like I've seen so often in the games when people die. I hold what I have left and wait for his weight to lift off my frame. His fingers slip from my neck and soon his weight. I can tell he's walking away. My eye's flash turn over and reach the gun just barely. I lift it into my hands and lift my torso from the marble floor. I cock it and this brings the criminal back around to face me. I smile at him and pull the trigger placing two bullets in his chest and one in his head.

Haymitch

It's been 2 months now and I fear I will never find Katniss and Peeta. I have called in every available resource I have and did everything just short of going after them myself. But I can't I'm strapped to this hospital bed. I took the bullet in my chest and it barely missed my heart. Johanna saved my life. I'm sure if she wouldn't have fought him he would have shot me again. She almost died herself doing so. Johanna walks into the room. The bandage that has been there is now gone and I can see the deep purple ring around her neck. She had a hard time breathing for a while. She almost had to have a tracheotomy. But they were able to put a tube in her throat and she narrowly avoided it. Johanna argues with the nurses for a few minutes but they finally let her come into my room and I watch her through the glass walls as she comes toward me. She's in a lot of pain and I can tell it. But she's a fighter and I know she will be fine. Johanna approaches my bed. I catch a glint in her eyes. She has a plan.

"What's the plan," I ask.

"I might have found out where they are but I'm not sure how reliable my source is." I nod my head and mull it over.

"It's worth a shot."

"You up to it?"

"Just get me out of this hospital."

"No problem."

I hear Plutarch's voice and I know he's the diversion. I grab my clothes from inside the drawer beside my hospital bed. I don't bother to put them on.

"Ready," Johanna says.

"Yeah," I say and we stealthily move behind the nurses backs while Plutarch keeps them talking. I slide into a closet while Johanna guards and slip my slightly loose clothing over my body. Johanna knocks on the door and I open it.

"Time to go," she says just as Plutarch comes swiftly running down the hall and an alarm sounds and screams 'missing patient'. All the nurses are on alert now. Johanna and Plutarch walk in front and behind me and we manage to slip out the hospital doors into the bright sunlight.

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