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WARNING: SPOILERS! BIG TIME FOR THOSE WHO STILL HAVEN'T SEEN THE FILM!

Chapter Thirteen: Execution and Disappearance.

Cat clings to Allie and Phoenix while Johanna not so gently kicks Effie's ankle and nods to the podium, rolling her eyes as Effie gives Haymitch one more kiss and runs. By the time she's there, Johanna, Haymitch and Peeta are all stood in a line, away from the others. Beetee, Enobaria and Annie are in front of the other half of the crowd. Allie whispers "You okay?"

"Uh huh. Hang on. Phoenix!" Cat hisses.

"Yeah?" Phoenix murmurs back.

"When I say go, grab Jo," she hisses.

Phoenix blinks at her. "What do you mean?" he asks quietly.

She narrows her eyes and whispers "I'll explain everything later. Everything. Just do it. As soon as I say go."

"Alright," he murmurs back hesitantly as Katniss stops and President Coin takes her place.

"Welcome to the new Panem! Today, on the avenue of the Tributes, all of Panem, a free Panem, will watch more than a mere spectacle! We are gathered to witness an historic moment of justice. Today, the greatest friend to the revolution will fire the shot to end all wars. May her arrow signify the end of tyranny and the beginning of a new era. Mockingjay, may your aim be as true as your heart is pure!" Coin declares.

Katniss takes aim, her eyes and arrow on President Snow as the whole country takes in a collective breath and the camera crew aim their cameras on her. Snow's eyes taunt her and Cat nudges Phoenix. "Go!" she hisses.

Confused, Phoenix grabs Johanna and pulls on her arm as Katniss's arrow pierces Alma Coin's heart, amidst screams of "No!" and Snow's laughter. The last thing they see as the Tribute Avenue vanishes is Katniss being pulled away and the crowd rushing to trample over Coriolanus Snow.

"Where did they go?" Haymitch demands of Plutarch. "Effie's flipping her wig out there! Those girls, the boy and Johanna have all vanished and you know what she's like! Where did they go?!"

"Haymitch, I told you that I don't know," Plutarch sighs. "Tell Effie that. Tell her that we're looking into it. We can't just tell you where four missing people are."

"Well, look faster, she'll give herself an anxiety attack," Haymitch snarls.

"Why, Haymitch, anyone would think you liked Effie," Plutarch jokes. His face becomes serious at Haymitch's glare. "You... You do like her?"

"Give me a reason not to," Haymitch growls. "I thought it was obvious."

Plutarch goes through his encounters with them. Haymitch's insistence that Effie joined them in Thirteen. His insistence that she got to dress up. That her life was spared. Their flirting in Command over Katniss's failed propo. "You two are... You're an item?"

He shrugs. "Whatever. Why are we discussing this? Those four kids need to be found."

"They're not exactly children, they're all over the age of twenty," Plutarch says.

"They're kids to Effie, they're kids to me, they need finding," Haymitch snarls.

"Alright, alright. Beetee, anything?" Plutarch asks over the intercom.

"Yes. There was a teleportation surge and it went right off our radar. Did anyone notice anything unusual?" Beetee asks, his voice crackling over the intercom.

"Effie..." Haymitch mutters, so quietly that Plutarch has to strain to hear him.

"What did she notice?" Plutarch asks.

"She said something about the girl. The pink-haired one. She'd been acting weird and all faint on the walk out. She'd offered her help and she declined."

"Get her in here," Plutarch orders, relaying the information to Beetee.

Meanwhile, out in the middle of the desert, four young adults lie unconscious in the sand. One with golden hair and a red streak and pale skin, one with short dark hair and a peaceful expression, one with jet black hair fanned out around her, her golden tattoo shining and one with bright pink hair with a golden streak with her bag across her front, all lying on their backs under the hot sun.

A/N: That's the end of this story! Sequel is in progress. Look out for Journies In Panem: Journey Back To Panem. For now, see you. xoxo