"What the hell did you do?" Haymitch screamed once they reached their penn.

"I did what none of you could do. I showed the Capitol up." Darcy retorted, rubbing her sore cheek.

"What you did was a suicide sentence. District 12 is about to go up in flames because of you!" Haymitch cried.

Wires became tangled and the thoughts chased one another.

A scream echoed as Darcy fell onto the marble floor.

"She's still breathing, what should we do?" Effie asked.

"Get Cato and Johanna. We're all fucked now." he ordered.


"I don't see what the problem is. The Capitol got what they deserved." Johanna defended, giving Darcy an appraising look.

"You don't fight fire with fire!" he responded.

"But we're not fighting against fire, we're fighting against Snow." Cato added.

"Ever since Darcy won, I just wanted to keep her safe. It's like she's deliberately trying to kill herself." Haymitch downed his drink. "I can't put up with this."

Effie looked down, Haymitch needed a break.

"Go back to District 12, Haymitch. You need a rest, Cato, Finnick, Johanna, and I will take care of Darcy, you're not in the right state to help out and-" she started.

"Right state? I'm not in the right mind! And neither is Darcy. The only person Darcy needs is Jesus, and God forbid that ever happening. She's the human form of Satan." he explained.

Not another word was said until Haymitch locked his door shut.

"Effie you look pretty stressed yourself, Cato and I will take care of Darcy while you sleep." Johanna confirmed.

Effie didn't bother arguing, she was a mess.

Obliging to her orders, Effie left.

"We've never been so close to burning the Capitol to ashes, Cato. This is our chance!" Johanna grinned.

Before Cato could reply, an abrupt knock shattered the ever so short silence.

With clammy hands, Cato opened the door.

"May we speak to Darcy Taylor?"


"I was so scared, I didn't know what to do!" Darcy sobbed into her knit sweater sleeve.

"That's all we need," the man in the dark suit said, standing up after bombarding the fragile girl with questions about her interview, about the deaths.

"Bye." Darcy waved, letting her hand sway even after he was out the door.

"Jesus, I thought he'd never leave." she murmured to herself. "Where's Haymitch?"

"First train back to District 12." Cato answered.

"What? And I'm stuck here with a bunch of mass murderers who just sit on their asses all day and watch their tributes die because they don't give a fuck? Am I in hell?" Darcy sassed.

"Mass murderers? How did you win again, Darcy?" Johanna asked.

"I didn't kill a single soul, 7, they killed themselves." she replied.

Johanna shoved her tongue down her throat, she didn't know what to say.

"I knew how to survive, they didn't. Go rewatch the games and watch me very intently and tell me, tell me that I killed another tribute. Enlighten me." she continued.

"Hey guys, just calm down." Cato said, pushing Johanna and Darcy apart.

"Calm down? Really 2? I'm not the one with a clenched jaw, tightened fists, and a face as red and fat as a tomato. Oh, sorry, she just always looks like that.' Darcy laughed. "You're not so tough, now are you?"

Johanna lunged at Darcy before attempting to recompose herself.

"You're not worth a damn, 12. Just because you're a victor doesn't mean you're better than anyone else. You deserved to die just like everyone else in that arena." she fought.

"Do I look dead?"

Johanna sucked in a deep breath before answering, "You look like a fucking corpse, Taylor, you're rotting from the inside out."

"Do I look dead?" Darcy repeated, the same smirk upon her face.

"You're dead to me."