I know that I am a bit late getting this one out, but I've been busy with Thanksgiving. I hope yours what amazing!

Here is chapter 8!

Peeta POV

"What? Of course I am!" I glared at Connor, hoping that his eyes would tell me that he was lying. But they only showed sympathy.

"I know you want to," He put his hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. "But if they can't get her out, then they're going to need you to take her place and lead the rebellion." He gave me a sad smile, and walked away, leaving it at that.

When he was far enough away, I turned around and went right back into Command. Coin stopped in the middle of what she was saying, and everyone turned to look at me. "I am going to get Katniss with them." I said, only looking at her.

"Peeta," Plutarch said, standing up, "That is a risk that we are not willing to take. If we cannot rescue Katniss, we need at least one of the star-crossed lovers in the rebellion-"

"I don't care about the rebellion!" I shouted, stepping closer to them. "I should be aloud to be on this mission!"

Gale was the one who spoke up this time. "Why? Because you had some on camera romance? You hardly knew her!" His gray eyes, so much like Katniss', screamed that he was angry at me. "You don't know how to even fight, what are you going to do? Throw a sack of flour at them?"

"Peeta," Coin finally decided to chime in. "Gale has a point, and we are going to need you here so that you can film propo to distract them as our team gets in and out." She sounded calm, but I could see the restraint in the way her body tensed.

"Propo?" I asked, calming down at the hope that I would actually be of use if I wasn't getting her back.

"It's a propaganda shot, we will film one of you, reacting to how the Capitol is treating the districts and Katniss, then run it on the Capitol's televisions airwaves." I looked for the voice who had just spoken, and found that it belonged to Beetee. "With us penetrating their airwaves, it should bring down the rest of their system."

I opened my mouth to respond, but suddenly the screen at the front of the room turned on, and the Capitol's seal was displayed, their anthem playing in the background.

Everyone was quiet, and turned to watch. The seal was gone and Caesar Flickerman sat in front of the camera, but was looking at something else. The camera zoomed out and we were looking at Caesar and Katniss. Katniss looked thinner than last time we saw her. Her eyes were tired and afraid, and her cheekbones were even more defined.

She wore a red dress this time, with gold eye makeup. Her hair was in a bun, with small pieces falling around her face. She didn't look at Caesar, but something behind him, which was strange because the only thing behind him was a wall.

Her eyes were full of unshed tears, and she was visibly shaking. It broke my heart.

"Katniss, it's good to see you again." Caesar gave her a smile, and she returned it, but it didn't look genuine. "How have you been?"

She glanced behind her this time, and quickly looked back at him. "Fine, I've been fine." By the crack in her voice, you could tell that she was lying. "How are you, Caesar?"

"I'm magnificent Katniss. And I must say that you look ravishing tonight."

"Thank you, my prep team is amazing." She looked at the empty spot behind him again and I could tell that she was fighting back tears. "They are so kind."

"Yes, well. I'm curious as to why President Snow has asked you here tonight. Do you have any idea?" He was genuinely curious, which just spiked my curiosity more.

"I do actually." She turned around and looked behind her again, "President Snow has asked me to share a message with Panem." She faked a smile.

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"He's asked me to call a cease fire." She looked around, and broadened her smile. "And I couldn't agree more Caesar." She stared behind Caesar and shook her head, still fighting to keep her tears at bay.

"That is fantastic, Katniss. Tell us, why do you feel this way." He looked happy and relieved. He probably thought that Katniss was serious.

I looked at Gale and I could tell that he wasn't buying it either. The rest of the room seemed to though.

"Because so many people are dying." She began, avoiding eye contact with Caesar. She shifted in her seat and winced. I wouldn't have thought anything of it, except she'd been doing that since the camera started focusing on her. "If the districts don't stop fighting back, than we are going to kill ourselves off. Look back to the Dark Days for instance, when those ended our population was struggling. If we keep this up, it will be worse." Her shaking caused some hair to fall in her face. She reached up with a boney, pale arm and moved it away.

"That is such a true statement, Katniss. I couldn't agree more." With every word that she spoke, his smile grew brighter.

Katniss' eyes were fixated on the spot behind Caesar for a long moment. She smiled, and finally looked at him as the tears finally fell. "I don't actually, I think that they need to fight." Her words were rushed, but she continued. "If they don't than the Capitol will keep killing to send a message. And it was the killing that started the rebellion. And I know that if I weren't locked in here, being treated like shit, than I would be leading that rebellion with everything that I am."

There was shouting behind her, and her panicked eyes looked at the source of the noise. She turned back towards the camera and shouted, "Don't ever stop fighting!" Then she was hit in the head. I heard her blood curdling scream.

The screen went black.

Katniss POV

We arrived at the Presidential Mansion, and instead of taking me to my prep team, they took me to a room right off the side door. The room had no windows, and the walls were made out of concrete.

The Vultures didn't come in with me, they just pushed me in and shut the door. I looked around and saw the outline of two doors across the room from each other. I walked to the middle of the room and waited. It must have been at least an hour before the door opened. Two men walked in, with Snow walking behind them.

"Ms. Everdeen, how are you?" The scent of roses filled the room, and I fought the urge to gag, as I always did when I was around him.

"You don't care. What I want to know is what do you want from me." After my last stunt on camera he couldn't possibly trust me enough to go back on. He smiled and motioned for the guards to relax. They didn't, just moved to stand on either side of the room.

"You're always so straight to the point." He smiled, probably waiting for me to say something. "Anyways," He went on when he realized that I wasn't going to talk. "I need you to tell the districts to cease fire on camera."

"You're kidding right? Why would I want to do that? I love what they are doing." I saw the guards move towards me out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm going to have to ask you to rethink your opinion." He said with a knowing smile.

"No. I will not tell the districts to stop fighting." He made a disappointing sound, and suddenly the guards were on top of me.

I tried to fight them off, but the larger one held me down, while the smaller one- although still rather big- rammed his foot into my rib cage. He kicked me repeatedly in the stomach and was about to kick my face when Snow spoke up.

"That's enough. And do remember boys, stay away from her face. We don't want her bruised on camera." The guards immediately backed away, and I forced myself into a sitting position. I could tell that at least one of my ribs were broken by the way it hurt to move and breathe. "Katniss, what are you going to tell the districts to do?" He went on, kneeling down so he was more my level.

I spit in his face. "I'm going to say that if I don't kill you myself, they better make it painful." He wiped my spit off his face, and nodded at the guards.

They were on me again, and kicking even harder. I tried to control my cries, but once I felt another rib crack, I finally broke. "Okay! Fine, I will. Just please, stop." I sobbed, crawling away from them.

"Very good. Although I do remember you being a lot more resistent." He started walking out of the room, his guards walking back towards me. They didn't even bother holding me down, just stabbed a syringe into my arm. "Trust me, Ms. Everdeen, if you screw up this time, you won't just be put back in your cell." A huge grin appeared on his face. "I will make your life a living hell for defying me a second time." He walked out of the room, and I fell unconscious.

I don't know how long I was there, but eventually the Vultures were back and woke me up to take me to my prep team. They worked quickly to undress me and get me into the bath. I looked through the bubbly water and saw the bruises on my sides and stomach.

Luckily, they were gentle with me.

My team worked just as quickly to get me ready. They didn't even dry my hair, just put it up in a bun. My eye makeup was gold, and it came out in wings. They tried to cover up how emaciated I was, but it was a lost cause.

They put me into a red dress that had a slit up the leg that stopped at my mid thigh, and gold stiletto heels.

I was staring at myself in the mirror. I looked sick. I was pale and boney. My eyes were sad, betrayed that I was weak. The dress was a little too big, and displayed just how thin I had become. Pieces of hair had fallen out of the bun and hung around my face, even my hair had lost some of it's color.

"You used to be so beautiful. Now look at you, you're just wasting away." I looked over my shoulder and Peeta was standing right behind me. He reached up placed his hand on the base of my neck, I flinched. "I would kill you, but I think you're going to in this condition anyway."

I felt tears form in my eyes. I knew that if I ruined my makeup by crying my prep team would get angry at having to redo it, so I fought to keep them back.

More guards came in to bring me where ever the interview was being held this time. I was hoping the Peeta would disappear, but he followed, walking right behind, so close that I could feel his breath on my exposed neck.

When we entered the room, it was the same set up. There were two chairs in the middle of the room, and Caesar was already sitting in one. Snow came up beside me and guided me to my chair.

"Remember what you have to say?" He whispered in my ear. His scent making it's way into my nose. "You want to the districts to call a cease fire." He answered to question for me.

I nodded and sat down. Like Hell. I thought. Caesar nodded at Snow and turned towards the cameras which have apparently started rolling. He didn't bother with an introduction this time, just went right into playing his role of the clueless interviewer.

I looked at the screens showing what the camera was filming and saw that I was shaking. I looked down and my hands, and tried to hold them still. Peeta moving to stand behind Caesar caught my eye, and I looked at him.

"Katniss, it's good to see you again." Caesar gave me a smile, and I returned it as best I could. "How have you been?"

I looked back at Snow, and saw the threat in his eyes. "Fine, I've been fine." I could see Peeta shaking his head in laughter, but kept my eyes on the Caesar. "How are you, Caesar?"

"I'm magnificent Katniss. And I must say that you look ravishing tonight."

"Thank you, my prep team is amazing."

I watched Peeta as he told me again how I looked horrible and nothing like the Katniss he pretended to love.

"They are so kind." I went on, trying to ignore Peeta as best I could. But I could feel the tears in my eyes threaten to fall again.

"Yes, well. I'm curious as to why President Snow has asked you here tonight. Do you have any idea?" He was genuinely curious, which told me that he didn't know why I was here.

"I do actually." I turned to look at Snow behind me, and he nodded at me to go on. "President Snow has asked me to share a message with Panem." I gave the best smile I could muster.

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"He's asked me to call a cease fire." I looked at all the screens around the room, and had to suppress the laugh in my throat at the sight of myself. "And I couldn't agree more Caesar." I stared at Peeta again, only to find that now Prim had joined him.

"You're just calling a cease fire? After he killed everyone that you loved?" She was crying, and holding onto Peeta's hand. The tears were about to leak, but I shook my head and slammed my eyes shut.

"That is fantastic, Katniss. Tell us, why do you feel this way." He looked happy and relieved. He probably thought that I was serious.

I looked at Peeta who was shaking his head in disappointment and trying to console Prim.

"Because so many people are dying." I began, avoiding eye contact with Caesar and looking at my twisted hands in my lap. I shifted in my seat, and felt pain shoot through my body. I went on, "If the districts don't stop fighting back, than we are going to kill ourselves off. Look back to the Dark Days for instance, when those ended our population was struggling. If we keep this up, it will be worse." Hair fell into my face, and I moved it out of the way, looking at Peeta.

"That is such a true statement, Katniss. I couldn't agree more." Caesar's smile broadened more as I went on with my speech that I thought was completely stupid.

I looked at Peeta. "You killed us, Katniss. Now you're just taking the easy way out. You're a coward." He and Prim disappeared. I can't do this. I thought to myself as I finally felt the tears fall. I looked at Caesar and smiled the first smile in weeks that hadn't been forced.

"I don't actually, I think that they need to fight." I rushed my words out, noticing the guards inching towards me. "If they don't than the Capitol will keep killing to send a message. And it was the killing that started the rebellion. And I know that if I weren't locked in here, being treated like shit, than I would be leading that rebellion with everything that I am."

There was shouting behind me, and I looked back and saw every guard in the room race towards me. I turned back towards the camera and shouted, "Don't ever stop fighting!" Then I felt something hard hit me in the head, and I screamed.

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