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aypproductions

"I want you to meet Cressida, Castor and Pollux." says Boggs.

We're in the hovercraft hanger, waiting to get on our craft that will take us to District 8 to shoot the first combat propo.

"They are going to be shooting the propos with us."

I awkwardly shake their hands. "So you guys all escaped from the Capitol?"

Cressida nods while Pollux just nods, "Yep, we fled on our own, for this. For you."

I feel a slight tap on my shoulder and I turn. It's Haymitch, with Aiden in his arms. Aiden is wearing a suit much like my own, just way smaller. His full body suit is made of dark grey, tough fabric, woven, to protect from bullets. His head is protected by a tiny, black helmet with a small golden mockingjay painted on top. His hands and feet are covered as well. Cinna has made Aiden, a baby, look like a warrior.

Haymitch places him gently in my arms. "Hold him with his head resting on your chest and your hands under his bottom." he instructs gruffly.

He then proceeds to pull out a baby harness with a tough outer casing. "Now," he says fumbling with the straps, "let's attach you two."

Once Haymitch is all done, I am left with two straps going over my shoulders and a huge bump, where Aiden now rests without me having to hold him.

"Don't worry," says Haymitch when he sees my bewilderment at the contraption, "Aiden will only be on you for a little bit, he can't stay out there with you even if you wanted him to."

I nod, "Any last advice?"

"Stay alive."

...

The hovercraft glides silently over the trees on our way to District 8. I look around. Everybody is strapped into their seats, sitting silently. I notice that my seat is a little different, with extra straps to accommodate for Aiden.

My companion sticks his wet tongue out and looks up at me with those blue eyes of his. I make eye contact with him. Aiden looks at me for a little bit before turning his attention out the window and laying his head on my breast. He's still to small to support it fully all by himself, let alone with the added weight of the helmet.

"Were going to be landing soon." says Cressida, breaking the silence. I look up.

"Some things you need to know," she says, getting right to the point "this is just a quick trip as we cannot guarantee your safety. We're going to be visiting a hospital and we are going to film you there with the people, alright?"

I nod.

"Aiden will be with you but if we see any signs of distress, we'll pull him out and continue with the shoot. We want to be in and out as fast as we can."

"Ok."

...

We land in a cloud of dust. I'm ordered to wait a bit for the dust to settle before coming out with Aiden.

We walk towards a broken down building to the left of the hovercraft. I can see a woman standing at the entrance. As we approach she silently guides us through the narrow doorway. I look down at Aiden to see how he's doing. He gives a little forceful kick on my abdomen, I can tell he's confused.

Then we round the corner to the hospital. And I freeze.

Men, women and children lay on the ground. The whole scene is stained with red and brown of blood. I hear cries of agony, of people in pain. The air is filled with the smell of metallic blood mingled with infection.

Instinctively, I cover Aiden's eyes with my hand.

I look to my left and see a man, with his lower calf cut open, trying to stem the bleeding with a ragged piece of linen. I look to my right and -

Cressida seems to pick up on my discomfort and walks over to me. "I can't help them." I say, trying to hold back the stress in my voice.

"Just let them see your face," Cressida replies gently, "let them see Aiden. That's all you need to do."

I gulp and slowly take a few steps into the hospital. I take deep slow breaths, attempting to keep a nausea down.

"Katniss?" I hear, a whisper. A few people turn their heads to look at me. "Katniss."

I see hands reaching out to touch me, to see if I am real. A group of children look up to me with big eyes and I look towards Cressida. She nods.

Slowly, I bend down. A little girl with scratches all over her face reaches out and grabs my hand. "A-atniss?" she says uncertainly.

I try to smile and turn to a little boy who has noticed Aiden.

"Baby." he says pointing towards Aiden's head, peeking out from under the helmet. As I look the boy I see that one if his eyes is covered with a bloody eye patch and his hand his wrapped in dirty bandages.

I nod.

"Is that the baby?" a voice comes from across the room. Looking up I see an old lady looking towards me with concern. I hurriedly stand up and look towards Cressida. I was not expecting this question.

Obviously Cressida is taken aback, but quickly mouths "act natural". I look down at Aiden who looks back at me with eyes that look so much like Peeta's.

"Uah, yes." I say, just above a whisper. "We came to visit you."

The whole room is now quiet. All eyes are on me.

"You're here to fight - fight with us?" says a teenage boy as he stands up.

"Yes." I say.

"I am, I will."