The Manipulation Games 3: Rebellion

by Spectrobes Princess

When Johanna Mason first joined the rebellion, she didn't realize just how much it would cost her. Now with her family dead, the victor alliance destroyed, and little to no chance of escaping the Capitol, Johanna will do whatever it takes to protect what remains of the rebellion- no matter what the cost. Sequel to another fic but can be read on its own. Johanna POV of Mockingjay.

10. Rescue

1/15/18

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The Manipulation Games 3: Rebellion

Chapter Ten: Rescue

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This can't be happening. No, it can't. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Things were supposed to be better. Not good. Better. But it doesn't matter, does it? Because things aren't better. Things are worse than I could've imagined.

I haven't broken down yet. I haven't told anyone the things I know. But it's happening soon. Very soon. I don't know how much longer I can stand this. Maybe if I talk, we'll be safe. But I can't talk. I won't betray the rebellion like this. But I have to.

I don't know what's going on anymore. I think I'm back in my cell, but I don't know. My head is spinning. Nothing seems real anymore. I keep seeing things that aren't really there. I see water, gushing from the ceiling and spreading everywhere. I feel electricity on my skin. But what I can't see is Annie. I don't know where she went. She's gone. Sometimes I think I hear her, but the only thing I can know for certain is the sound of Peeta's screams- the one constant in this mess.

Whimpering like a coward, I curl up into the fetal position and wait for this all to be over. The sweet release of death has never looked so appealing. The screams pierce my skull, and I reach my hands up to cover my ears. I reach for my hair, but it's gone. I can't find it.

I sit up and look around, but I don't see it anywhere. Why would it be here? I don't know. Why is it gone? I don't know that either. My arms become too weak to hold myself up, and I collapse to the ground once again. Everything hurts.

The power blinks. Then the lights turn back on. Then the power blinks again. This goes on for a while. It's like my grip on sanity at the moment. First it's there, then it's not. Kind of amusing in a sick, twisted way. I'm sure the Crapitol would think it's amusing. People are probably up in some fancy control room, flicking a switch on and off.

I hate them.

Suddenly, I hear a crash. I squeeze my eyes shut and tremble as footsteps thunder throughout the room. I hear a voice, one that sounds familiar. Dalton? Yes, it's Dalton! But didn't he go away? Isn't he in District 13 now?

District 13.

"Johanna. Johanna! Do you hear me?"

I hear water cascading down on us. Thunder booms through the air, even though we're inside. I scream, grinding my teeth and refusing to look up.

"Johanna, we're here to help!"

"Save Annie!" I scream, gripping my knees tightly. "She… she's not here. She's not here!"

I feel someone pick me up, tossing me over his shoulder.

"No! No! Dalton, no! Save Annie! Save… Annie..."

Everything goes black.