Author's Note: Well, we have some action starting up in this chapter! Wooo! I hope you like it, and it's also a bit longer, which is goooood. Okay, start reading and enjoy. I'm excited to know what you guys think about this chapter!

Katniss's POV

I wake up the next morning to a knock on my door.

"Catnip, you up yet?" calls Gale.

"Now I am… Hold on." I look into the mirror before I go to get the door. I blink a few times to focus my vision and I realize I look like a complete mess. I have dark bags under my eyes which are vibrant red from crying all night. I got nearly no sleep last night, three hours total if I was lucky. My hair is a mess on top of all that, so I take my long, brown hair and quickly tie it in a braid on my way to open the door.

I reach for the cool, metal handle and open the door for my best and longest friend.

"Oh wow, did you sleep at all last night?" he asks half jokingly.

"Not really…"I say with a frown. "So, what brings you here?" I wonder if he's going to bring up Madge or what… I'm dying to know what's going on with them. I lead him over to my bed, where we both sit down.

"I just wanted to talk to my best friend." He answers showing his wide smile.

"Alright then, I'm glad I get to finally see you again." I lean over to give him a hug and he engulfs me in his warm, muscular arm. We stay just like this for a few moments, then he whispers, "I missed you so much, Catnip."

"I've missed you so much too, Gale." I whisper right back. I think Gale and I will always have this connection that can never be broken. I can't even pinpoint what it is though. Is it love? I don't know, it doesn't feel like the pure love I had for Peeta. Could it be love? I guess it could, I guess it is. I guess we'll find out.

We break away from each other and straighten ourselves out.

"Well, I'll see you in a half hour at the meeting" Gale says while getting up.

He leaves my bedroom, and I decide to take a quick shower before our next meeting. Thank God I know how to use these things now. I set the shower to exactly the right mix of cool and hot water. I use lilac scented shampoo and conditioner, and then use honey suckle scented body wash. Each time I use the scented bath products it reminds me of the time I used rose scent on accident. That was definitely the worst experience I've had with these showers. Smelling like President Snow was a nightmare. Peeta never let me live that down.

I get out of the shower, put my hair back in its signature braid, and then look for something to wear. I throw on a forest green tunic top with cream leggings. Satisfied, I turn off the lights, and leave my luxurious room.

I make my down the hall until I reach the second door on my left. Everyone is in the same seats as they were yesterday, except Haymitch, who isn't here yet.

A few minutes later Haymitch comes into the room looking just as wiped out as me, well almost.

"Sorry for being late, I was a little tired from lack of sleep. Someone's sobs kept me up nearly all night…" He says annoyed, while looking right at me. His comment brings back all those memories and last night's emotions come flooding back to me.

"I wouldn't have kept you up if you did your job and kept Peeta alive!" I burst out, tears starting to prickle my eyes. Is he honestly that inconsiderate?

"Hey, I never said he's dead."

"He probably will be, because you can't do your job right!" I cry out.

"I did the best I could! Now stop this nonsense and let's begin our meeting."

"Nonsense?! Seriously, you think Peeta being in danger is nonsense?!" I scream at him. I push back my chair into the wall, and then storm out of there. Once I'm in the hall I begin to run. To where, I don't know. I run for a few minutes until I see a room with five TVs' each tuned into a different Capitol station.

I enter the room and take a seat on the red, velvet couch. On the largest TV, President Snow's ugly face appears on the screen.

"Hello, Panem and thank you for turning in." he hisses. I'm sure they were forced to turn it. "We will be featuring a special treat for all you out there. We will be televising torture of some very special people. Turn in to find out who they are tomorrow night." You can hear some cheers in the back ground. This is sickening, seriously sickening, I think to myself.

"No, no, no… You can't! Not to him!" I cry out at the top of my lungs. "You can't have him, he's mine!" I burst out in hysterical sobs and struggle for breathe. I feel my face turn bright red, and hot. Not my Peeta…runs through my mind a million times before I get too dizzy and pass out.

I wake up in my bed under the heavy, red comforter. Someone has puts a cool rag on my head as well. I blink a few times to un-blur my vision. I notice Finnick, Gale, Madge, and Plutarch gathered around my bed. No Haymitch thank God. He's the last person I want to see right now.

"How'd I get here…? I ask wearily.

"We heard your screams coming from the other side of the hovercraft. Once we found you, Gale and I carried you back here." says Finnick.

"Oh, well thanks. Did you guys hear the news…?" With that they all get perplexed looks on their faces.

"No…we just assumed you were screaming because of what Haymitch said."

"They're…they're going to televise the torturing of "some special people", not just person, but people."

"Oh my God! So who, Peeta? Johanna? Enobaria? Maybe even Cinnia? Annie! Do they have my Annie?!" Finnick frantically questions. His forehead has creases of worry on it.

"We were not informed of this!" Plutarch rants, "I mean we figured they must do some torture, but enough to television! And Finnick, last time we checked they did not have Annie. She may still be safe."

"Yeah, may! I want to know."

"Someone's not doing their job…" I hear Plutarch Heavensbee mutter quietly.

I look over at Gale and Madge for the first time, and they both look worried and upset, more so Madge than Gale. As I keep watching, while Plutarch and Finnick bicker, it seems as if he's trying to comfort her, and not just as a friend.

Eventually, they all leave my room when everyone begins to calm down, except Finnick.

"Hey, um Katniss, can we talk about this?" he asks shyly.

"Oh sure, what about it? Don't you just love how we all know our loved ones are being tortured and they don't even offer to go get them?"

"Ha, I know… That's actually what I wanted to talk about though. After the tortures are confirmed tomorrow, at the next meeting I think we need to demand the others to take us back to go get them. Which is probably what the Capitol wants…but I can't handle watching anyone of our loved ones being tortured."

"I definitely agree, sounds like plan." I say with a sad, but confident smirk. All I want is Peeta to be free and with me. I'm determined to get just that.

President Snow's POV

"Great job on the announcement, President Snow." Praises Mr. Willis, my right hand man.

"Thank you. You did an awesome job of standing there and watching." I snicker.

"Um yeah… well anyways currently we have Peeta, Johanna, and Cinnia to torture. Tomorrow morning we will set out to go get Annie Crest. Who knows if we will have her by tomorrow night or the next day, but either way we will have her eventually."

"Alright, great." I respond coolly. This will be the perfect way to lure in those rebels. I mean, how could anyone just sit back and watched the loved ones be tortured?

I begin to make my way back to my on-board bedroom suite, when I realize I have yet to tell the kids about their upcoming television appearances! How fun will this be? I take a right to their chamber and walk down the hallway until I reach the large, metal doors. I swing them open and step inside. Each prisoner is in their designated corner, looking as weak as ever, gorgeous.

"Good evening children, I have a special announcement for you! I think you'll enjoy it, very much. We are going to start televising your torturing, won't that be fun?" I say energetically.

"Oh yes Snow!" Johann utters fake excitedly.

"It's President Snow." I absolutely hate it when people call me Snow!

"Anyways…" I continue, "We will also be adding one more person to your little torture club, so get ready for that. I think this will be an excellent way to lure in the other rebels and loved ones for a good defeat." The looks on their faces when I said that were absolutely classic. Peeta's was by far the best, totally pissed off fists clenched and everything, Johanna was bright red like blood, and Cinnia just looked plain old pissed. "Good night kids!" I say with a cackle then leave the dirty room. Man I love this job.

Author's Note: Now brace yourselves for the next chapter…it's going to be GOOD, I think! PLEASE tell me what you thought. It really helps and it motivates me to keep updating often!