I'm gonna keep this short, because I'm really anxious to start writing. Another quick reminder; I love you. k...don't forget that *strokes face with the back of my hand*
Sorry, I've had like a bunch of caffeine today…
Here is 7! (This takes place like a few weeks later. But you didn't really miss anything...everything is just more intense than it would have been in the passing weeks. so, yeah.)
Katniss POV
This time I was awoken by Prim. She was screaming for me to help her. By now I have gotten used to the hallucinations. I can typically ignore them, like the one now. I bury my head into the mattress of my cot. It's the one's where Gale and Peeta are trying to kill me that I can't ignore. It's either I am lured in by Gale's promise that he is here to get me out, or Peeta's soft words, telling me that he loves me.
But no matter how much they resemble Gale, Peeta, my mom, or Prim, they always end up yelling at me and blaming me for their deaths. At first, I had no idea how they are getting me to have these hallucinations, and then I remembered they started happening after they plunged that syringe into me and the interview.
Everyday since, someone comes in and injects me with more. I don't know why, it's not like I can give them any information or answers while I'm trying to get away from a murderous Peeta.
Snow comes in sometimes. I'm usually trying to ignore him and whatever dead soul who decided to haunt me. He'll wait it out, and then leave.
My thought are interrupted by someone landing on me. "Katniss, help me!" I was laying on my stomach, so she was straddling my back, shaking my shoulders. "You killed me, and then you won't even help me?" She's screaming in my ear now.
I feel the tears pour down my face, and cup my hands over my ears, trying to block her out. "Leave me alone! You're dead!" I'm screaming back at her. "You're not real." I whisper more to myself than to her. The hardest part about these hallucinations? Convincing myself that they weren't real, that everyone who appeared, was dead.
Suddenly the door opened and Prim was gone. I looked up from my pillow and saw Vulture 2 walk in. He held a syringe. It always seem that they wait until I am most vulnerable to inject me with whatever it is that was in that tube.
As he got closer to me, I screamed at him and pushed myself into the corner. The corners of my room seemed to be my best friends lately. Vulture 2 was at my bed now, and grabbed my wrist. He yanked me to the edge of the bed, and shoved the needle right into my neck.
I think that they put some sort of sedative in the medicine, because every time after they leave, I fall into a deep sleep. And I don't wake up until the next hallucination is yelling at me.
Peeta POV
I was going to get Katniss. I don't know when, but they say at the earliest opportunity, we are going in and getting her. Gale advised me to start training. I've been working with guns, bows and arrows (which I'm no good at), and physical exercises.
Every morning I report to the training room, where Connor waits. I met Connor when I first started training. He is the same age as Gale, and apparently also on the rescue mission to get Katniss.
Connor started working with me after he saw my first session. He was less than impressed with my performance considering I had been in the games twice and survived.
I haven't heard anything about Katniss since the night that she was interviewed, and that scares me. Snow would have no problem killing her, especially after what she said on camera. Haymitch assures me that they wouldn't do that though, they say she is too important.
When I walk into the training center this morning, Connor isn't there. I shrug it off and just figure that he is running late. I start running laps, like we normally do first thing. I'm on my third when Gale walks in.
When he catches my eye he motions for me to come over.
I finish my lap, and run to where he is waiting. He gives me a knowing smile as I run up. Which is weird considering he still didn't like me.
"What?" I ask
"We're getting her next week. There is a meeting in Command, and we're both wanted." He gives me another smile and starts to walk away. I follow him because I've only been to Command once, and don't remember the way.
It's a short elevator ride, and the door opens right into the meeting room. Haymitch was there, along with Finnick, Johanna, Beetee, and Connor. I didn't expect to see Johanna, I didn't think that she was here in 13. But then again how would I know? I've either been in the hospital, my room, or the training center. I haven't really been socializing. There were two people sitting at the head of the table. I recognized the man and Plutarch Heavensbee.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him. It seemed a little odd to have a head game maker a part of the rebellion,
"I'm the one who got you out of the arena." He said, with a warm smile.
That would make sense. Having someone that high up in ranks of the games and the Capitol to help them get out four tributes. "Well you didn't do a very good job, Katniss is still in the Capitol, I thought that she was the face of this thing or something?" I'm not sure if I was supposed to know that much. But I once heard Gale and Connor talking about it as I was running laps.
Apparently it wasn't supposed to be me. I knew that much though. It was supposed to be Katniss. She was the real reason that the rebellion and uprisings have gotten as far as they had. Doing what she wanted, no matter the consequence just came naturally. The rebels looked to her, even when it was just because she was going to eat the nightlock in first games. Nobody thought of me as the face of the rebellion, it was always Katniss. I was just an accessory.
"Yes, well," He shot a glare at Johanna, but she seemed unaffected. "We lost her location, and the arena came down before we had any knowledge where she could be." He looked around the room. "But now that we have an exact location of her whereabouts, and we know that she is alive, we are going to do everything in our power to get her back."
I looked to Gale, who had seemed to relax over the weeks since we got the news that we would be going in to get Katniss. His gaze was fixed on the woman at the end of the table sitting next to Plutarch.
"We are hoping for your team to leave sometime in the next week. Beetee has been working on the Capitol's security system and is confident that he will be able to crash it and keep it down long enough for you too get in and out."
She grabbed the remote that was in front of her, and a screen turned on behind her. It was a birds-eye-view of the Capitol. "One of our spies in the Capitol supplied us with the information that Katniss is being held the Tributes Center." Plutarch said standing up. We will fly you guys in, gas the place, get Katniss, and hustle your asses back to the hovercraft-"
"What about Annie?" Finnick asked, pulling his attention away from his rope. He was released from the hospital, last week, and I hardly ever see him without ti. Even when he is sleeping, she has it in his hands.
"Excuse me?" The woman standing next to Plutarch asked.
"I said 'What about Annie?'" He stood up and placed his rope on the table. "President Coin, Katniss isn't the only victor in Capitol custody. She is only there as a punishment to me, and if you Katniss out, why aren't you going to get Annie?" Ah, so that's President Coin. I thought. I didn't get to hear Coin's answer because someone grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.
"You might not want to be in there for the conversation that they are about to have." Connor said into my ear as we walked into the hallway.
"Why? He's just asking about Annie." I pulled my arm out of his grasp and turned to face him.
"Because, they are going to list all the reasons why Katniss is more important to Annie, and if goes the way that it has before, you aren't going to want Finnick to be glaring at you like he would be right about now."
He had a point. As much as I hate to admit it, Katniss Everdeen is a lot more important to the cause than Annie Cresta. That doesn't mean I don't want them to get her out as well for Finnick.
"No, I don't. But I might want to be in there when they go over the plan." I tried to walk past him, but he stopped me.
"They didn't tell you did they?"
"Tell me what?" I asked, looking into his eyes.
"You aren't going on the rescue mission."
Katniss POV
I didn't wake up to someone screaming at me this time. I woke up from someone throwing me in a car. They must've thought I wasn't much of a threat because they didn't even cuff me to the seat this time.
Vulture 1 and 2 were sitting on either side of the van, and two more guards were up front. "Let me guess," I began, my voice sounded scratchy because the most I've done with it in the last weeks were screaming. "I'm going to another interview with the famous Cesar Flickerman."
When I didn't get a reply, I lifted my head off the floor, and glanced at both the Vultures. They were staring straight ahead, not paying me any attention.
"They're not going to tell you anything." I jerked at my mother's voice. She was sitting right beside me. "I don't know why you keep trying." Her voice was cold, and her eyes were empty.
I just looked at her. It was amazing how real these hallucinations seemed. At times I felt that they really were there. Sometimes they were themselves that it scared me. But then they started attacking me and screaming that I had killed them.
My mother stared back at me. She was wearing one of her nice dresses that she had in 12, her hair was a mess, and her eyes looked tired. She shook her head at me, like she was disappointed in me.
"Your father and I didn't raise you like this." She said, finally breaking the silence. "I don't know where we went wrong. I know that after your father died you had had a hard time. But I always thought you'd get through it. But now look where you are." She looked around the van. "All of 12 is dead, and it's all your fault. You killed me, your sister, Gale, Peeta, and everyone else because you simply wouldn't listen to anyone. Your father would've been so disappointed in you. I know I am." She shrugged and disappeared.
I pulled my knees to my chest, buried my face in my arms, and cried. That was the shortest one yet, but it hurt the most. It's true. I thought. So many people are dead because of me.
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