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Chapter 36 – Katniss's Point of View

I screamed at the top of my lungs when Plutarch told us that my sister was probably on board the hovercraft that was shut down. It was a trap. It had to be. My sister had been caught in a trap. President Snow was going to get my sister. He was going to kill her. No. I could not let that happen. I tore away from Haymitch and Boggs before Boggs could stop me. I ran into the weapons room and got supplies. I was out less than two minutes later and I was running in the direction I heard Plutarch tell Boggs on the radio.

I ran without stopping. Branches hit me in the face but I pushed on. When I finally stopped, I saw the hovercraft through the trees. I stopped and hid behind a tree. I saw two other hovercrafts. Peacekeepers were everywhere and there were several bodies lying on the ground. I desperately looked at them all, but I didn't see Prim. Thank God. But then my heart squeezed painfully in my chest as I saw her. She was kneeling over a body and crying. I saw a Peacekeeper pick her up and put a knife to her throat.

I panicked and ran out into the clearing. "STOP! Please stop! Please!" I screamed as loud as I could and the action stopped the Peacekeeper from slitting her throat.

I stopped in front of the peacekeepers and didn't even hide the tears sliding down my face. I knew they recognized me. I threw down my bow, arrows, and backpack. I held my hands up in surrender. "Please, take me instead. Let my sister go, please." I plead with these men who look at me in barely concealed hatred, but I see that the one with the knife at Prim's throat looks at me curiously as if trying to understand why I would make myself known. He obviously doesn't understand how much I love my sister. I would die for her. I have already proven this.

The entire time they are eyeing me Prim is crying silently with tears streaming down her cheeks. The peacekeeper pulls the knife back and pushes Prim to the ground. I am embrace her and we are both crying. I don't care what happens to me as long as my sister can live. I silently say goodbye to Peeta. I love him. I love him so much. I hope he can forgive me for running after Prim without him. I couldn't handle the idea of him being captured by the Capitol along with me. I knew I had to make this journey alone and that I alone had to stop them. The peacekeeper with the knife has been on some type of radio and he returns to the group.

"Seize them, they are both coming back to the Capitol with us."

No. My worst nightmare. Prim being tortured. Prim being beaten. Prim being killed because she is my sister. No. No. No.

"Please," I beg. "Let me sister go. You have me. I am the one you want, right? Spare her, please."

The peacekeeper shakes his head but I can see some sympathy in his eyes. "Sorry, I have my orders. We need the girl to make you cooperate with us." I know then that whatever I say will not matter. President Snow has ordered this and if we are not both returned then his life will be forfeit. He could not give up his own life for two girls he doesn't know. I wouldn't expect that.

Just like that we are loaded into one of the hovercrafts. At least they let Prim and I sit next to each other on the plane. I hug her tightly to me and whisper soothingly in her ear. She finally stops shaking, but I see that her eyes have gone glassy.

"We're going to die, aren't we?" She says it in the form of a question, but I can tell she thinks it is a statement.

"No, you aren't going to die, little duck. I will protect you. I will save you again."

I only hope I can carry out my promise and keep her safe once again. Whatever President Snow asked of me I would do it. Anything to save the sister I loved more than my own life. I close my eyes and think about Peeta. He must be so scared. He may even be angry with me. I wish I had a way to tell him that I loved him and that I wanted him to be happy. I knew that this would happen to me. I knew I would not survive this war. I wasn't bitter anymore because I had spent an incredible two weeks with the love of my life and no matter what the Capitol did to me, no one could take that away from me…not ever.

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