Fire Extinguished (On hold)

by AlexandraRussoPotterMalfoy

Katniss is taken out of the games and everything is chaos. With only her and Finnick as the only survivors of the Quarter quell With scars still raw and wounds still open, they rely on each other in the struggle of their inner battle. With the Capitol who has taken so much from them and has killed so much of themselves. The question is: Is it still possible for them to go on?

Chapter 1

Katniss's POV

"Where's Peeta?" I scream

I don't know where I am. I'm in a hover craft or a plane thingy and that's all I know. Haymitch, Finnick and Plutarch are here with me.

"Sweetheart, please calm down" Haymitch gently touches my arm.

"Where's Peeta? Just tell me!" I repeat. They stay silent. When I woke up and walked to the door, I heard them whispering. They were talking about something. It sounded like they were talking about Peeta and District 12.

I grab a syringe and hold it tight like a knife.

Haymitch, I swear to god I will stab you with this if you don't tell me." I threaten with a darker expression.

"Would you guys tell her already?! She deserves to know!" Finnick screams. "If I deserve to know, why don't you tell just me, Finnick?!" I scream back at him. I don't know what has gotten into me. Hysteria runs through my body.

"Haymitch, please" Finnick pleads. "Katniss" says Plutarch with a calm voice, "since the last Hunger Games things have changed a lot. There is a rebellion going on. A war." I cringe at the mention of a war. I remember the talk I had with the President. The feeling and chills he gave me. The way he threatened me.

"When I was promoted as Gamemaker, the rebellion knew we had a chance," He continues. "A chance for what?" I interrupt. "To change. To break out. Katniss, you showed everyone that we had a chance to break the Capital's rule. You gave everyone hope."

Hope. Prim. Memories of her flash through my head. "That still doesn't answer my question about Peeta." I state impertinently. "So when the Quarter Quell arrived, victors were chosen to return," he continues as if I never said anything, "you returning to the arena gave us a chance to get you out of there. Out of Panem. Out of the clutches of the Capital.

"We had everything planned out. We had victors, experienced ones willing to protect you. The only problem was you. You were unwilling to trust anyone. So we came up with a different plan. We tried to make a common goal between you and the other skilled victors"

"We knew have having skilled victors, reliable ones by your side, you would at least let them live and stay by your side to protect you and Peeta. We also knew that, even though they would protect Peeta, there still would be a chance that you still wouldn't trust them."

"So, we gave them a token or some quest to complete to help you gain their trust. Finnick got Haymitch's bracelet and since you wanted Mags as an ally you would have to keep Finnick around, so that made it a little easier."

"Johanna made it a little difficult. We knew that you didn't trust her at all, so we gave her a little quest. Since you wanted Beetee and Wiress as allies we made Haymitch tell Johanna that she had to bring Beetee and Wiress to you so she could gain your trust. Johanna, of course agreed, because all of you had to unite in for our plan to work.

"From there Johann, Finnick, Mags, Bette and Wiress did everything to keep you and Peeta safe, because we knew you would not go on without him. Other victors were helping too, but in their own ways. Like the morphing that sacrificed herself for Peeta."

Getting caught up in Plutarch's explanation I forgot about Peeta for a while. The curiosity in me tickles. "But why? Why would anyone sacrifice themselves for me? I understand why they would for Peeta, but why me?" "Katniss don't you get it? You are the reason for everything. For the rebellion. You are our mocking jay. And to keep you going we had to keep Peeta alive."

"If I'm your mocking jay, why did Johanna cut my arm open?" I mutter frustrated. "To get the tracker out." Replies Plutarch calmly. "So. Where. Is. Peeta?" I ask for the last time, frustrated. "The only survivors of the 75th Hunger Games are and Finnick." Haymitch looks down and says in a small voice "Peeta is dead."

My vision goes red. Something within my stomach clenches and my heart drops. "You lied to me!" I scream. "You told me you would do anything to keep him safe!" I grab hold of the syringe and aim towards Haymitch's neck. "You lair!"

Someone put her to sleep!" yells Haymitch. Before the syringe enters Haymitch's neck, I recognize Finnick's arms wrap around me and hold me back. "Please calm down Katniss." He whispers into my ear. I start screaming, but then I start sobbing hysterically.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt." Says Plutarch before plunging a syringe into my neck and making my world black.

A/N Hey guys, I'm sorry if the chapters short. Please review. Also check out my other Everdair/Finniss: Forced, Faked, Free. I'll be posting a new chapter tomorrow. Again Please review and favorite.