KATNISS POV

I awoke with a start, finding myself lying on a flat surface with a plastic mask on my face. I pulled it off as I looked around me - I was inside of a hovercraft. No... I had failed, and the Capitol had captured me and probably Peeta, too. I glanced around again, finding myself surrounded by four other mats, three of them empty and one of them occupied by an unconscious Beetee. Beside me was a small medical kit, and I reached into it to grab a small syringe. I wasn't going to let the Capitol take Peeta. One injection of air into his bloodstream would kill him, and then the Capitol couldn't have him. I didn't care what they did to me, so long as they didn't hurt him. I stood up and made my way towards a door, where I began to hear voices.

"She ain't gonna do nothin' without the boy, I'm tellin' you! She's stubborn as hell!" I heard what sounded like Haymitch's voice say. What the hell was he on about? And what the hell was he doing here?

"She's going to have to do something, at least," said an unknown male voice in... Was that a Hebridean accent? "Coin's had enough of waiting. You know she'll be pissed if she doesn't get an answer from her."

"Haymitch's right, I don't think she'll do anything without Peeta," I heard another unknown male voice say, also in a Hebridean accent.

"Then we'll have to rescue him, simple as that," said a somewhat familiar female voice, but I couldn't place it. It wasn't Johanna, that was for sure, nor was it Enobaria, the only other female tribute left in the arena besides myself.

"It ain't that easy. You know we barely made it out ourselves," said Haymitch's voice again.

"If she's not going to do anything without him, then we might not have a choice," said the second Hebridean voice again. "Figure it out amongst yourselves, how you're going to tell her when she wakes up. Calum and I need to pilot this thing." Calum? No, I couldn't let my heartstrings get tugged by another name from my past. My family was dead, that was that... but it sounded like Peeta was in trouble. I waited a moment for the room to go silent before I pressed the button that opened the door, startling everyone at the table.

"Sweetheart! Good mornin'," Haymitch said, recovering from the surprise.

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded, looking around at everyone sitting at the table. The familiar faces belonged to Haymitch and Finnick, and then I was very surprised to see Freya Deshannon, whom I thought had died in the train derailment during her Victory Tour, but I'd worry about that later. The fourth was the head gamemaker, Plutarch Heavensbee, whom I had only seen in interviews but had never met - why the hell was he here? There was one unfamiliar face - the face of a blonde girl who was about my age, maybe a little younger, with grey eyes that were very reminiscent of the grey eyes that were trying to calm me down. The owners of the two male Hebridean voices were not present.

"Sweetheart, let me explain-" Haymitch began, but I cut him off.

"Where's Peeta?" I demanded, and the room went silent. " Where's Peeta. "

"Dead, if he's lucky," Finnick said hollowly, with no emotion in his voice but sorrow. "I hope they're all dead... it's a better fate than what they're destined for otherwise."

"What the hell is he talking about?" I demanded from Haymitch, who let out a sigh.

"Sweetheart... All this was part of the plan... the plan to get you out of the arena and out of Snow's grasp. All this is part of the rebellion," he began.

"Rebellion?" I asked him. "Where the hell is Peeta?"

"I'm gettin' there," Haymitch replied, and he sighed again. "We thought we'd have more time after you destroyed the arena, but the Capitol caught on fast. We barely had enough time to get you, Finnick and Beetee out. It was easier because y'all were all in one place. Peeta and Johanna, they... Well, we couldn't really find 'em. Finnick disabled Peeta's tracker, so we couldn't find him, and we couldn't get to Johanna in time."

"I don't care about what happened to Johanna," I said firmly. "I'm going to ask you one more time, and if I don't get a straight fucking answer, I will claw your fucking eyes out. Where the hell is Peeta?"

"He's in the Capitol," said the blonde girl, throwing me off. "We couldn't rescue him. He was captured by the Capitol."

"No... No, no, no..." I muttered as the realisation that I hadn't saved Peeta after all dawned on me. I was horrified at the thought of what they could possibly be doing to my Peeta and I was furious with Haymitch for not keeping his promise of keeping Peeta safe. I was in a blind rage as I lunged at Haymitch, trying desperately to tear his throat out and screaming unintelligible words at him, and a firm pair of hands hooked themselves under my armpits and dragged me away from him. "Get your fucking hands off of me!"

"Katniss, calm down , crabby!" I heard a male Hebridean voice say in Gàidhlig. Only two people in the world had ever called me 'crabby' in all of my life, and they were both dead. They'd been dead for years, dying at the age of seven a very long time ago. I froze as I heard the words, not daring to look at their owner, but curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced up at the towering figure behind me. He had chocolate brown curls, same as me, and his left eye was a piercing stormy grey-blue colour while his right eye was an earthly brown. He was smiling at me, in the same way that my father had once smiled at me.

"Cailean," I whispered, and his smile brightened.

"Been a while, hasn't it?" he asked me in Gàidhlig, but I was too shocked to respond. Cailean was... alive? And earlier, when I heard his voice speaking to the others... he named a Calum. Was it the same Calum that was his mirror-image twin? I didn't have the time to ask, because I felt a pinch in my arm, and then everything went black again as I fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up again, this time lying on a table in a darkened metallic room, and when I glanced around the room, I saw the blonde girl from the hovercraft standing against the wall with her arms across her chest. When she saw that I was awake, she lowered her arms and approached me. "Katniss, hi," she said with a friendly smile.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked her.

"I'm your official welcome committee," she said, trying to sound light-hearted, but I was in no mood to laugh. "My name's Carolina Abernathy, I'm a soldier here, a commander-in-training."

"Abernathy?" I asked her, perplexed by her name. Was this girl related to Haymitch?

"I'll explain later. You're in District Thirteen, and right now, you're in quarantine. No one's permitted to visit you until you've been cleared of any and all contagious illnesses. Well, except for me," the girl, Carolina, explained. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and as I examined her face, I was surprised by how much her features resembled those of Haymitch's.

"Where's my family? My daughters? Are they safe? And what about my sister and mother?" I asked.

"It's okay, you don't have to pretend here. We know Miss Primrose Everdeen is your cousin, your brothers confirmed that," Carolina replied. So they were both alive... "Your daughters are safe and they're here, and so is Primrose... but her mother didn't make it. At least, not according to the records..." So Agnessa wasn't safe. But wait, what did she mean by 'didn't make it'?

"Didn't make it? Through what?" I asked her.

"Right after you and Peeta were put on the train and sent to the Capitol... an air strike was ordered on District Twelve... I'm so sorry... There is no District Twelve anymore..."

My home, and my husband, were now gone, and so was my entire world as I knew it. My brothers - two of them, at least - were alive, and I was in District Thirteen, a place that I had been led to believe was nothing but a nuclear wasteland.

No home. No Peeta. And yet, I had survived. What had I done? I thought that I was fighting for the future of my daughters, but I cost them their home and their father, and everything that they knew. What was to come next? There was no running from this, from all the mistakes I had made. People died because of me... I had never intended for any of this to happen, not to anyone. People had died...

...and it was all my fault. I had failed. So what could I do now? The answer was simply, 'I don't know'. I just don't know...

A/N: This is the end, thanks for sticking around! Stay tuned for the sequel to this story, Freedom Fighters, which should appear very soon! Thanks again for reading and for all of your reviews, I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing!