Disclaimer: Sometimes, I wish I could be a good writer and get some stories pblished. But right now, I am working off anothers ideas. I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter 2

Hovercraft

First I am aware of a beeping noise. Won't it stop! It's incredibly annoying.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I squeeze my eyes tighter.

Beep.

Geeze, can't I even get a decent sleep! I'll have to get up and find whatever it is. Who ever's on watch should have gotten rid of it already. I'll do them in. Unless it's Peeta. I'd just glare at him. Finnick… Maybe I'd yell. Johanna, I'd get annoyed. And yell.

I smile. It's nice to be able to think like this in the Arena.

The Arena!

I sit up with a jolt, expecting to fin Brutus and Enobaria smirking down at me, swords in hand.

Beep.

That noise! It seems to getting more frequent. It's frightening. In fact, the faster it beeps, the faster my heart races. I take a couple of deep breaths, and survey my surroundings.

The room is white. White walls, white sheets, white pillow, white bed. Bed? I'm in a bed! I must be in a hospital! I look to my side. Sure enough, the beeping is coming from a machine with a wiggly green line running on it. My heartbeat.

Then the memories flow back into my head. The cut in my arm. The lightning. The Explosion. Beetee. Finnick getting electrocuted. Peeta… I force myself not to think of it. Then another face enters my mind. Plutarch. I'm in a Capitol hovercraft.

I hop out of bed, and grab a couple of needles from the table next to my bed. I recognise it as morphling; too much of it will kill you. Silly, really, to leave it lying around.

I know what the Capitol does. They torture the people they capture. I saw them do it to Cinna.

I must not let them torture Peeta. My whole purpose for quite a while has been keeping Peeta alive. Now I just want him not to suffer.

I gather up the needles and creep out of the hospital, passing Beetee.

I'm not wasting any morphling on him. He can die painfully. He's the reason Peeta and I are in this situation.

I steal down a corridor, and stand outside a door. I can hear people talking. I recognise some of the voices: Plutarch, Haymitch, Finnick. Why is Haymitch here? And didn't Finnick die? The Capitol must be playing tricks on my mind already. I am about to go back to my search for Peeta when I hear the voice that makes me stop. It's his. And he's in pain.

"Why won't you let me see her?"

"She's in pain. She needs to rest."

Oh, so now they are keeping me away from him, are they? Well, that won't last long.

I creep into the room and see four men sitting around a table. None of them are looking at me. I take a few steps forward then stub my toe on something on the ground.

Damn! All four of them turn their heads to face me. Three of those faces look up at me in surprise. But one in concern. And that is the face that I run to.

"Peeta!" I scream. "Peeta, we have to get out of here!" I hold up the needles, and when he sees them, even more concern springs across his face.

"Katniss. Give those to me." I nod. This is what I want. But when I hand him the needles, he gives them straight to Haymitch.

"No!" I cry. "No, Peeta, they are for you! You can't let them torture you!"

His face now became sad. I hate it. I want to see him smile.

Peeta walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Katniss, these people don't want to hurt us. They rescued us. They are taking us someplace safe." I looked up into those deep blue eyes. I had to believe him. He'd never lie about something this big.

"OK." I whisper. He relaxes, and pulls me tighter.

"Are you alright? Haymitch told me that the explosion had effected you. Your arm has quite a cut on it: Your tracker seems to have been imbedded in deeper than mine. Beetee had to cut deeper."

"What?" Ok, now I am confused. Tracker?

"Beetee didn't cut you just cause he felt like it, Sweetheart," Haymitch laughed. "He was cutting out your tracker."

"Oh." A sense of overwhelming guilt crashed over me. I owed Beetee. "So… How many of us got out. There's me, obviously. Peeta. Finnick. And I saw Beetee in the hospital." I think, wondering who was left. "Hang on, where's Johanna?"

"They got her. The Capitol." I looked around to find out who said that, and I found Finnick.

"What happened?"

Haymitch explained. He told me about how Brutus had cut the wire, then ran up the forest to find Beetee, Peeta and I. He said that on the way up he had run into Chaff, and killed him. How Enobaria had run down and attacked Finnick and Johanna. How Johanna had run off to distract her while Finnick, thinking Chaff's cannon might have been us, ran back up and killed Brutus. How Beetee cut out our trackers so we couldn't be followed when we got onto the hovercraft. And how Finnick had thrown the knife, charged with electricity from the lighting at the force field, destroying it and allowing the hovercraft to pick us up.

When he was done, the room went silent. I decided to ask the next question on my mind.

"Peeta, you said we were going somewhere safe. Where is that? Is it Twelve? No, it isn't is it." I was just thinking that it wasn't because that is where we would be expected to go, but when Peeta's face crumples, I get distressed.

"Why do you think that?"

"Peeta? Peeta, what's happened?"

"Katniss." Peeta stared at my face, the pain clear on his face, in his eyes. What had happened to District Twelve? "Katniss, after we blew up the force field, the Capitol didn't dare blame Finnick. Even though he is clearly against them, they still think they could get him back and keep using him. They blame you and me for destroying the arena and ruining the games." Oh no. They blame us. Whenever they blame someone, they don't punish them directly they punish… but no… "Katniss," Peeta continues, staring into my eyes. "There is no District Twelve."

I let the pain overcome me and I collapse into his arms, sobs racketing from my chest.