Welcome to Chapter Three! Thank you to Anjaleen and Carlisle'sApprentice for reviewing! I do love reviews… ;)

All right, this chapter will have some action! :D Lets see if I can write it well…

Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins; therefore I do not own Hunger Games series

A V O X

Chapter Three

As the crowd finally dropped our hands, Amalie could see the girl, Katniss, looking worried. She was wringing her hands, and shooting glances at the mayor as he took the microphone from her. Amalie and Flynn clapped as hard as they could, along with the whole crowd. Amalie was especially bursting with pride, as she knew it was HER uncle who had started the sign. The mayor ushered them through the doors, Amalie still smacking her hands together. Her thoughts of Katniss had changed dramatically throughout Katniss's speech, and her uncles whistle. If her uncle trusted them, so did Amalie.

Flynn glanced around, and saw Katniss stepping back out onto the platform, to get some flowers she had left behind. She turned to Amalie to tell her, but Amalie was gone. There was a commotion going on farther away in the crowd.

Amalie ran to her uncle to tell him how happy she was. She also wanted to ask him why he trusted this girl, Katniss, so much. She got to her uncle, just in time to see the peacekeepers. She saw them rushing toward her uncle, one holding a gun. Amalie's heart suddenly turned to lead. What was going on? She ran faster, and grabbed onto her uncle's arm, just as the peacekeepers reached them.

"What are you doing!?" Amalie screeched. One peacekeeper pushed her off to the side, but she got right back up. They dragged her uncle to the center of the crowd, where everyone could see. The forced him to his knees, and Amalie quickened her pace screaming hysterically.

"Uncle! No! What are you doing? Let him GO!" She cried, and burst through a crowd of people, just to see a peacekeeper thrust the gun to her uncle's head. And then she heard the unmistakable BANG of a gun, as it passed clearly through her uncle's head.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Finally, everyone screamed, but none screamed louder than Amalie. It was the sound of someone being tortured, someone being burned alive. People jumped, and scattered. But Amalie ran strait to her uncle. The peacekeepers had started to disperse.

"Uncle?" Amalie asked softly. "Uncle? Are you… okay?" She was about to ask if he was alive, but she couldn't bare it. When he didn't respond, she wasn't surprised. She knew that shot was fatal, but she pressed her ear to his chest, waiting to hear the steady beat of his heart. She never heard it.

Slowly, Amalie stood up. She walked strait over to the peacekeepers, and looked them directly in the eyes.

"You killed my uncle." She said, very quietly. One of them glanced down at her. Another glared at her through merciless eyes.

"Go home, kid." He said in a steely voice. Amalie's temper rose. Her hands clenched tight into fists, so hard her knuckles turned white.

"I am not a kid." She said, and than she screamed, "AND YOU KILLED MY UNCLE!" She screamed with anger, and leapt onto one of the peacekeepers, the one who had delivered the fatal bullet to her uncle's head. She screamed insanely, and yanked at his hair, clawing and scratching at his eyes. The two other peacekeepers stepped forward, just to have Amalie leap off onto them. She ripped at their hair, their clothes, and their skin, screaming and delirious the whole time. Tears pored from her eyes, while she tried to cause them as much pain as possible. Faintly, while she was punching one in the ear, over and over, she heard a girl scream.

Suddenly, hands yanked at Amalie from all sides. She was thrown heavily onto the ground, where her left arm made an awkward cracking noise. She doubled over in pain, sobbing.

She looked up, and everything was blurry. She saw peacekeepers all around her, millions of them. And then saw a girl her age, with almost black hair, and a normally carefree expression. It was Flynn, and she was yelling something.

"AMALIE! No! Amalie!" She was yelling, until a blurry peacekeeper pushed her away.

"Flynn…" A drowsy Amalie murmured, "FLYNN!" She suddenly sat bolt upright, and smacked a peacekeeper's legs. She tried to stand up, but people were grabbing at her. Someone scooped her up over his shoulder, and she screamed louder than she ever had before.

"Let me GO! Let me go! You killed him! You killed my uncle!" She punched and kicked as hard as she could, but the world was upside down and her head was pounding. She flailed wildly, against the strong man who was holding her. Things slip in and out of focus. People in white suits surrounded her, and a few were bleeding, unless that was her own blood. Screams were everywhere, and Amalie sobbed loudly, and hit the peacekeeper that was holding her. She hit him right in the pressure point, and he yelped. She fell to the ground with a thud, and screeched on impact. Amalie carefully got up and tried to crawl away, holding her left arm. But once again, she was grabbed.

"This one's a troublemaker."

"Just SHOOT HER!"

"She's a kid, and a girl at that." Amalie felt the new warm heat. She must have been being out in a car, so she made one desperate attempt.

"I am NOT a kid! Let me go! I HATE the Capitol!" She screamed. But something was stuffed abruptly in her mouth.

"I would stop using that voice of yours, your gonna wear it out." A gruff voice said, "Of course, than we'll save time…" He trailed off, and Amalie didn't know what in the world anyone was talking about. She gave a muffled screech, and something hard was smashed against her skull.

Everything went black.

… Well… that was depressing to write! I'm sorry about this chapter, I'm just really bad at writing action. I'm guessing some of you know what the peacekeeper was talking about? (When he said the 'don't wear out your voice line.')

Next update will take a little longer.

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-KC