Everything I thought I knew about myself were demolished. I was weak, I was stupid, and yet, beautiful. Katniss had been the only dream I'd had during my long slumber, I wake up to bright lights and the sound of machines. At first I think I must be hocked up … then I notice the beeping is from somewhere else. I am on a small pad of fabric, my back hurts, but not as much as the throbbing pain under the fresh bandages on my lower arm.
My temple feels horribly raw. It doesn't take much to sit up, it makes me breath easier. Suddenly I'm aware, the presence of someone next to me disturbs me. I turn my thick hair covered head, the layers of my hair fall over my shoulders as I look to the body next to me. The source of all the heavy machinery. Beete. I don't try to dwell onto this, I have to find Cato. The moment I stand up I can see where I am. The passenger suite of a hover craft. I bare myself against a cushioned seat, finding my hand on top of a small cardboard box.
I toss it open, spilling out the contents, a large syringe catches my eye. At least it's something. I try to say as I crawl across the floor. The flood of voices greet my ears first. "She's going to freak about the boy." I can tell from the commanding purr, Finnick has made it. I stand up. Looking at the glass door in front of me, I grip my weapon proceeding forwards. That's when the doors open, revealing several people I am despised to see. I see a large man with sharp colored blonde hair, the game maker, who tried to kill me. I scream in frustration, aiming the sharp metal for his face. I instantly find his meaty hand over my throat. Plutarch smells of blubber and sweat. I spot Peeta and Katniss, alive and well. I scream in anger. "Cato!" I call his name but half expect for someone to call out his death. I spot Haymitch Abernathy in the corner of the room, laughing his drunk ass off. I seethe at this. Disgusting man can't ever do anything right. I spat towards Plutarch's face as Finnick and Peeta straddle me backwards, I look to Katniss. "Why are you alive?" I scream as I am strapped down into a cold metallic chair. I now notice the impish plastic robe I wear, it reminds me of the robes I wore before Cinna got me dressed. That's when his bloody body floats into mind. I search through the room, making sure I hadn't overlooked the genius, I feel a pang shoot across me. He's gone. I look up trying to break loose of the heavy metal cuffs on my hands. Plutarch smiles. "Last summer, we made a deal with District thirteen." He starts. I look around the room of serious faces. Katniss folds her arms, leaning against a metal wall. "I've seen district thirteen." I say. Finnick laughs stepping forward. "You've seen the same footage since before you had memories idiot." He says in a snarky tone. I think back to all of the clips of destroyed charred district thirteen. I look around the room again. "Say district thirteen does exist." I start in a soft voice. "Which it does." Haymitch says, sipping on rum. "How did you contact them?" I ask Plutarch places up his hands. "You don't need to worry, we needed beacons of hope, and several people risked lives for you. Seneca, Cinna, Enobaria, Brutus, Chaff, Wolf, over half the tributes, you were always our goal, once we started our lower rebellion, it was time to establish you into the plan." He smiles. I blink in confusion. Lower rebellion?" I ask. Katniss stands up. "The game makers always planned for three tributes to leave last year, two to show the lower districts the Capitol wasn't always hard to fool. Those were robots that you watched die clove… all arouse to have to symbols." Katniss speaks in a mix of her own wise and what she'd heard from other people.
I find this hard to swallow. "Two signals." I ask. "A capitol friend got out and a capitol enemy got out, we showed them they don't decide on what happens around here… Clove you were like the outer shell of the balm, of course most people from your district get their way… but not all at once." He says. "The day that arena opened, district thirteen brought in Katniss and Peeta to tell them they had hope, and we met in secret, away from the eyes of peacekeepers. They ate her up…and now that we have you, and your family safe in thirteen we can start broadcasting this live, and show Snow, what happens when he blood is smeared to far." Plutarch stands up. "My family's in thirteen?" I ask Peeta who is letting me up. He nods. "And Katniss's." He adds, letting me up. I look into his eyes, "yours?" I don't mean to sound so urgent, but his blank face says it all. "They firebombed them before we could get them out… in fact they bombed all of the districts." His voice is so casual I can only stare. "One more thing you should know." Katniss says in a soft tone. "The Capitol…. They have Cato." I stare off into a distance. I can tell how angry I look, but then slowly… and new layer of something washes over me. Determination to become what I must. "Well then." I smile crookedly. "Let's start rebelling." I take Kaniss's hands. "Let's become the Mockingjay's."
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