A/N ~Hey Friends! I know it has been a while since I updated! Sorry bout that! :) I hope you'll enjoy this chaper though. I know it's rather short, but finally it's kind of action packed. Also we experience the first death of a character in here. The next one will be longer again ;)
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Cinna:

I was shivering. It was icy cold in the white cell, but at least I wasn't tied to a chair anymore. A gazillion thoughts had been racing trough my mind since the peacekeepers and the Senator had left. Everything he had said. About Portia, Nymeria...and about the Games. After the Games... that were his words. That meant that they didn't know about the rebels plans. The plan to get Katniss and as many oters as possible out of the Arena. I could only hope that they'd make it and that they'd get to '13 safely. Haymitch would protect Nymeria with his life, there was no doubt but what if he did protect her with his life? What if Consus was not bluffing? No! I told myself. They had no reason to arrest her. Especially not since it would put her alleged father into a bad light. The first Senators daughter arrested? He wouldn't want that kind of news to spread...at least I hoped he wouldn't. But I was worried about Portia. She had always been my friend and eventhough she'd worked alongside with me on the chariot costumes and knew that I had something for Katniss' interview planned she'd never openly opposed the Capitol and I had never asked her to. Simply for this reason. For the fear of her safety. And now she was in danger and it was my fault. But what could I do? I couldn't let her be executed for a crime she hadn't commited. For the expression of an opinion that she didn't even openly intend to express. I knew that she was not a fan of the Hunger Games either but I knew that she wouldn't backstab the Capitol without being assured that she was safe wich was definatly understandable. She had a 3 year old son, Octavian and her duties as mother, the protection of her son had always been first priorities to her. It is not true. I keept telling myself. It couldn't be true. They couldn't harm her. She was one of the gentelest people I knew. All of the sudden the invisible door, which faded all so well into the wall opened and I caught myself shriking. I had hoped that I'd have some time to recover and lick my wounds. But instead of the brutal Senator an Avox entered the room that had been driving me kind of crazy for the past couple of...of what? How long had I been trapped in here yet? Was it three days? Four? Or just one? The young man placed a tray in front of me which carried two slices of bread, a glass of water and an apple. I was so grateful for this little bit of nutrition that I didn't even question wheter it was poisoned or not. I looked at the Avox. He couldn't be older than fourteen. I had never really considered Avoxes, probably because until last year, I had never really seen one. But their faith was almost as terrible as the Hunger Games. Forever silenced, working for a community of murderers whom they probably hated. "Thank you." I said looking into the boys dark green eyes. He gave me a sympathetic look and nodded. After a short hesitation I said: "I am sorry. That you are here and that they did this to you. I really am." my adverse abridged his eyebrows, looking rather puzzled. Then the hint of a smile hushed over his face. He put his hand over his heart, gave me a look as if he felt sorry and extended his hand out to my chest. I smiled. "Thank you." I repeated, gradually thankful, not only for the food but for his humanity. He pressed his thumbs as if he wanted to say stay strong and quickly left the room.

Despite the agonzing hunger I forced myself to eat slow as my body wasn't acustomed to foos after being denied any kind of meal for so long. After I finished I could finally organize my head again. The veil of thoughts and fears became slightly more clear and seethrough. But the worries about my loved ones were still present. I leaned back and tried to turn off the stream of thoughts to get some rest and as I closed my eyes I drifted off. The sleep, as light as it was was so comforting. Escaping these psychially tiring white walls for at least a little while.
I heard the door open again and was awake within a split second. But again, it was not the Senator standing in the middle of the room, it was Nymeria. My heart dropped. "Nym? No..." I whispered. That couldn't be true. It couldn't. Not her! "Cinna!" Her voice sounded scared and awfully concerend. She kneeled down next to me and reached for my hand. I threw my arms around the girl, then ensured that was neither injured, nor hurt. "No! What? What are you doing here? How did they capture you? Did they hurt you?" So many questions were racing trough my head. She looked healthy though and I had no words for how grateful I was for seeing her and knowing that at least until now she had not been harmed. I squeezed her hand and held on to it as if it was my life-belt on a sinking ship. "Are you ok?" I asked again. "I am." Her voice sounded so far away. "But you aren't." She examined me. "Cinna, you have to tell them everything! You have to tell them the truth, they will stop hurting you! They won't harm you anymore and they will let you go, I assure you! Please, you have to safe yourself! You have to safe us!" I was startled. "Wait, what? Nym, what are you trying to say?!" "Haven't I expressed myself quite clearly?" She held both of my hands now, looking deep into my eyes. "Cinna, you have to tell them everything! Tell them the truth about the costume and your plans! About everything! They trust you! They have faith in you. The capitol is not all bad. They won't hold a grudge against you if you tell them how sorry you are and if you help them stop this spark before it turns into a fire they will give you back your old life! Look, my father said that he was sure that you didn't mean to work against the capitol, that this whole mockingjay farce was just you exploring how far you could go as a stylist. He explained that to the rest of the senat and he assured them, that you simply went too far but that you know your limits now and that you are an obidient citizen and not a rebell. If you tell Consus the truth now, you will be safe! And we can live a happy life! Please Cinna don't be a fool!" "What the hell Nym!" I didn't understand. What was going with her? Why was she atlking like that? It didn't make sense. Since when did she referr to Wellsbe as her father? Because clearly she didn't talk about Haymitch "They are about to kill Portia! They want to kill her! Nym, the innocent mother of a three year old! They are killing innocent children! 23 every year! For 75 years now! You...you can't...What? I don't understand. How can you say things like that?!" I freeded my hands from her grip, wrinkling my eyebrows in incomprehensability. "Cinna, think about yourself! Think about us!" She fixed her eyes on mine and that was when I realized it. Something was terribly wrong with those eyes. Her striking grey eyes with those beautiful, tiny, almost invisible golden spots that I always refered to as stars in a morning sky, were now plain and light blue. There was nothing outstanding, loving or fierce to be found in them and the fire that always burned in them, the cunning, it was all gone. They were empty. "You're not real" I whispered. How could I be this dumb? This wasn't Nymeria. How could I belive that for a split second. "What? Cinna, what are you talking about?!" The mutt looked trapped for a split second and that gave her away. I ripped my hands out of her grip now and scootched away from her. The similarity to the girl I loved was elusive, except for the eyes, the mutt matched Nymeria perfectly. Even her tattoos were a perfect copy of the creative ornaments on Nyms wrist. "get away from me." I hissed and the door opened again. "You are smarter than I thought Mr. Williams." This time it was my torturer. Consus ever lasting evil grin was present on his face and maybe even broader than the other day. "What gave her away? I thought that we did a pretty amazing job on her? Isn't she pretty?" He put his arm around the mutation which now stood almost montionless next to the Senator. Seeing Nym, or at least a striking realistic copy of her, next to the man who had treathed to harm her and who had tortured me brutally was not only painful in many ways but almost paradox enough to make me laugh. Almost. "That is something you should figure out yourself." I spat. I was confused. And Mad. I didn't expect the capitol to be able to make an exact...I should have known. Hadn't I seen millions of mutts in the games before? I was so stupid. But still, seeing her face and fearing that the Capitol had her in their grasp made my heart drop. "Well, it's a shame that you didn't bite." He pulled a long knife with a grip that had infixed the same gems as his hands. "NO!" I yelled when I realized what he was about to do. He cut Nyms throat. The fake girl made a gargeling, bubbling sound which made my entrails pucker up and I almost felt the little bit of food I had had come up again. With an intense amount of blood sputtering out of the gaping wound, the twiching body fell to the ground where it quivered a last time and then bleeded out without another move. I screamed, cried, cussed and shouted. This situation was something I couldn't handle. The szene that I had just witnessed was too much for my nerves and my sainity. I knew it was a mutt but I hadn't been prepaired to see Nymeria die, real or fake, Consus had just shown me my worst nightmare and I was not able to handle it.

Nymeria:

I was sitting in our hijacked hoovercraft next to Haymitch, our eyes focused on a TV screen. My Mom was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder. It could happen any second now and we had to be prepared for if Beetee's plan would work out we'd have to react quickly. My hands were sweaty and my thoughts were racing. In the morning the news about a fire had been broadcasted on TV. The loft of Hunger Games stylist Cinna Williams caught on fire last night and burned out. The cause of the fire is not yet discovered. Wheter or not said person was in there is to be determined. Did the Capitol set the blaze to cover for a murder? Had they killed him? No. I keept telling myself. Unless I had proove I wouldn't check Cinna dead. But for now I had to focus on the Tributes. I couldn't help Cinna right now but I could help my friends in the arena. The Plan was to leave in the hovercraft, that we had under control thanks to Plutarch and head for '13. My plan was to make sure that everybody was on board and then stay here to find Cinna.

There. Finally. Jo removed Katniss tracker. "We should have told her about this." I muttered under my breath. "She is freaking out. If she messes this up now we're screwed." "If she had known about all this she would have messed it up by now because little miss 'I do whatever pleases me' wouldn't have agreed on all our points." He answered. Valid. "Nym?" I looked up again. "Don't do anything stupid ok?" "Me? Never." I faked a smile and winked. My mother hugged me from behind. "He is right." she whispered. "and you, you're a terrible liar, baby girl. Don't do anything stupid." I laughed and turned around. "I love you mom." I said and gave her thight hug. When I released her I saw tears froming in her eyes. "whats wrong?" I asked worried. "I wish I actually was...your mother, you know?" Haymitch sighed and closed his eyes. I placed my hands on her shoulders. After they had told me the truth about my parents, my heritage, we barely adressed this fragile topic again. "Mom," I said, placing my hands on her shoulders. "No matter what, you are my mother. You have raised me, taken care of me, brought me to school, bought me ice cream and you loved me unconditionally. You are my mom. No matter what ok?" She pressed me against her chest. "I love you." She muttered. "So much". "implied." "I am not trying to interrupt this," Haymitch coughed. "but things are tensing up!" We let go of oneanother and concentrated on the Tributes n the arena again.

Everything went down too fast from then on. Katniss got up and left the spot in which Jo had left her, everyone was running around, the tributes tried to find oneanother, in short: Everything was a huge mess.
"She's shooting" Someone yelled and our hoovercraft moved. As soon as we would be in position above the Arena we'd get the Victors out of there. "The only thing that worries me." Haymitch started, "Is that we're unprotected for the time when we pull them up. The platform is completely open." I looked down on the little platform on which about 7 people had room. The Capitol used these kind of Hovercrafts for attacks or as they called it 'Peace securing' in 'dangerous' Zones. The little Platform was perfect to place soldiers with guns on, but for our cause it would work as station for helpers to get Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, Renn, Johanna and Beetee out of the arena as quickly as possible. Usually a hovercraft had only one Claw to grab a dead tribute from the arena but for our cause we had installed 3 more which had to be secured on the little platform.
"GO" Someone yelled and me, my Mom and two other Rebells, Lisha and Percy jumped down on the terrace. We each secured one of the claws and let them sink down. I saw Finnick reaching for one of them and I pressed the button to pull him up again. In that moment, hell broke loose. Two smaller hovercrafts approached us while a third one made its way down into the Arena. Right towards the Victors. "HAYMITCH! THE CAPITOL" Lisha shouted releasig a gun from his belt. We were wearing helmets and thick bulletproof breast plates but I doubted that they would do their job of protecting our bodies against the capitold weapons. Bullets banged against the hovercraft and were driven into the thin metal of the platform we were standing on. "I knew this wouldn't go off this easy." I hissed. Percy was trying to make out the armed soldiers on the smaler hoovercrafts. "Dammit! I can't see a single Peacekeeper. We have to hurry, there is no chance to fight back." "Help!" Finnick croaked and I reached for his hand pulling him up "I got you, Fin.". He looked exhaused and worn out. All I wanted was to wrap my arms around him and tell him he'd be ok. "DUCK" my mothers voice yelled from behind. We fell flat on the ground and another hail of bullets came down. As soon as Finnick was able to stand up again another rebel from inside the hoovercraft reached for his hand, pulling him up into safety. Katniss and Renn were next. She was almost unconscious and Percy simply picked her up carrying her into the huge plane. My mom helped Beetee onto the platform, ducking from the bullets. "We have to get out of here!" She screamed. It was crazy that no one had been hit yet. I turned around and bowed down to hold my hand out to Peeta and Jo on the next rope when a silvery something buzzed through the air, cutting the rope, causing the two tributes to fall back down into the arena. "No!" I shouted. "We have to get back into the hovercraft!" Lesha reached for my arm. "Peeta and J.." I couldn't finish my sentence. I hadn't seen it coming but I could feel the cold piece of metal driving through my skin and into my flesh. It felt like my backbone was cut in half. "Nymeria!" My mother screamed. I felt Lesha pick me up and saw my mom running towards us to help. The last thing I saw before everything went black was my mother, sinking to the ground, a worried, distressed expression frozen on her face and a bleeding hole between her eyes, where a bullet had just crushed her skull.

A/N ~ Sooo I hoped you liked this chapter. Thanks for reading ;) I hope you enjoyed the action in this chapter. Any guesses on what is to come?
And what did you think of Silvius new method of torture?