My stomach was churning as I made my way toward the room where the interviews would take place. Seriously! The guards would not let me in the training center the whole week. The big downer though, is that I still haven't found anything on where Percy is.

I quietly sat down beside Katniss, and drowned out the interviews. The only ones I started listening to were Abi and Wyatt's, but pretty much all of the quesions were about their star-crossed lovership and such. So I drowned them out as well.

It was then I heard a slight yelp. Barely audible, but definatley there. It was coiming from outside, and it seemed like I was the only one who heard it. I gritted my teeth, wanting to see what was going on. Who was it? What was happening?

After a few more yelps, I answered the first question. They no doubt belonged to Percy.

I couldn't just sit there, but a guard could shoot me on the spot if I tried sneaking out.

Then my chance came.

The power went out. During the panicked screams of the Capitol citizens and confused murmurs of the tributes, I managed to slip out the door. The sun had went down, and a frosty chill hung in the air. I squinted in the dim moonlight, and caught a glimpse of metal disippear into the woods.

"WAIT!" I screamed, taking off after them.

The guard blocking my view from Percy turned his head, then sprinted.

Two can play at that game, I thought, also increasing my speed. It turned into a mad dash through the woods, until I saw the guard bring what seemed like a walkie talkie up to his mouth. My heart sank when I realized he was calling for back-up.

He finally slowed at a small, steel building. He moved to the key pad, and pounded a password in. I had hidden in the bushes, and now I could see what the guard had been blocking from my view. My suspicions had been right, it was Percy.

"Percy!" I screamed, running out from the bushes. It was then I felt a firm tug on my shoulder. "I don't need a lecture right now, Katniss," I hissed through clenched teeth.

The person behind me laughed. A deep, menicing laugh. Not Katniss' light and breezy laugh, the laugh of a person in high power. The laugh of a Head Peacekeeper.

"Peacekeeper Richmond," I whispered. "How did you get here?"

"Twelve's been slow since you left," he huffed. "I got an offer for a promotion anyways, so now I'm here."

"Who's head at twelve now?" I asked, frightened.

"Nicoda," he pouted.

I smiled. Peacekeeper Nicoda was very kind and caring. She always gave everyone many chances when caught, and usually pretended she didn't see something. How she even got in the line-up for head? No idea. Thankfully, Twelve's now in good hands.

"Anyways, enough side trackers," Richmond snarled. "What are you doing here?"

"I was following Percy," I confessed. No need to lie now. "I guess I wasn't thinking."

"Oh, you'll have plenty of time to think," the guard announced. His voice was husky, and sounded more like a five year old imitating his dad. "Right, Richmond?"

Richmond chuckled. "Yup, a whole Hunger Games."

"What do you mean?" I asked, panicked.

It felt like time stopped as Percy made eye contact with me. He mouthed something, and I deciphered it immediatley.

Don't let me forget who you truly are.

What did he mean? He disippeared into thr steel room, and my dream came back to me. It was then I felt something like a needle in my arm, and my vision began to blur. I quickly looked down, and saw Richmond's hand removing the shot filled with sleeping drugs. I couldn't tell what was reality as the world spun and colors merged. In fact, there was only one thing I saw for sure.

Before my vison went black, I saw the guard brining in a box of tracker jackets.