So I finally got this chapter up, it was kinda hard for me to write but hey, it's up finally. So, without further ado...

Katniss's POV

Finnick brings Johanna, Wiress, and Beetee up to our small camp. I greet the District Three tributes with a smile, and Johanna with a scowl.

She scowls back.

This could be the start of an amazing friendship. I think and grin as I follow her sauntering down into camp.

Finnick asks what happened to them.

"Oh." says Johanna, "well not much really. We were in one of those wedge-things, you know and all of a sudden it started coming down."

"What was it?" I ask.

"Blood," spits Johanna. "It was blood rain. That's when Blight hit the forcefield."

"Oh, I'm sorry Joahnna," says Finnick. He's probably the only one who could get away with saying that directly to her face and not get a sword in the chest or anything.

I try to remember Blight, but I can't. I think he was Johanna's district partner. Come to think of it, I never saw him at training. I don't think he ever came.

"Oh, he wasn't much, but he was from home.." Johanna trails off. "But the blood rain really came up on us, you couldn't talk or anything without getting a mouthful. It got all over our clothes," she explains, holding up her jumpsuit for us to inspect.

"Ew," I say, wrinkling my nose.

"Yup, brainless." Johanna replies, a smirk on her face now that she's given me a new nickname.

Peeta's POV

I stand up and follow the tall man out of the cell and down the hall. It really smells in here, it smells of blood and sweat. Fear if I ever smelled it.

"I am Mr. Botkin," says the tall man as we walk down the hall.

"Okay," I say, and add as an afterthought, "Sir."

He nods curtly. "In here, boy."

I walk into a room that's pretty roomy for the ones I've seen down here, it's maybe 15 feet wide and across. In one corner there is a chair with a hard-looking back. A door across from the one we came in has a label, but it's written in a different language and I can't read it. It is tiled with spotless white tile and a drain and hose sit in the corner. I shudder as I think of what they would need a hose and a drain for.

"Take your shirt off," Mr. Botkin directs. I obediently do so and place it on a hook neatly as he walks to the other door, punches in a code and scans a badge. I hear the door click open and he opens the door, and takes out a big wooden thing with two small holes and one big one.

The pieces don't quite fall into place until I see him pull out a whip.

Katniss's POV

Johanna passes the shirt around for us to feel. I pass and so does Mags and District Three but Finnick grabs it and throws it into the trees. "What?" he asks, shrugging. "It's wasted anyway."

Johanna shrugs. "Whatever." She pauses then adds, "Hey, you people got any food?"

Finnick sighs exaggeratingly. "That's Johanna for ya," he winks at me, "always wanting food."

I give a wan smile. It flickers away as Johanna shoots a look of pure venom my way, she says, "That's Finnick for ya, always teasing,"

I try to smile but my face feels like lead. Instead I say, "I'm just going to sit by the Cornucopia for a bit,"

Finnick shrugs his approval. "Okay. But take a roll with you, you haven't eaten anything since Peeta…..since he was taken by the hovercraft."

I swallow. Does Finnick know Peeta's not dead? I feel tears well up in my eyes, I snatch a roll and go sit in the Cornucopia.

The inside of it is a little cooler than outside. There's also water at the bottom. I splash inside and hug my knees to my chest. Tears sting my eyes and I sigh. I reach for the locket and open it, just wanting to hold the note that Peeta once held.

I miss the boy with the bread so much it hurts. A tear traces a path down my cheek as I stare at the note. I blink and shake my head. It can't be good for me to just be so depressed but depression is all I feel.

"I miss you, Peeta, I wish you were here," I whisper sadly to the note. I just stare at the note for a moment, then I decide to make sure there's not anything else written. Just in case. It was dark when I read it last time, after all, I may well have missed something. So I crinkle it open.

Sure enough, there's a P.S. I missed. Eagerly, I begin to read Peeta's perfect handwriting.

Peeta's POV

I stopped crying out after a good forty lashes. Now I just slump in the stocks waiting for him to be done with it, with tears running down the grime on my face because of the intense pain. Suddenly it stops and Mr. Botkin's face appears.

"So, Mr Mellark," he says in his icy voice that I now hate so much, "do you have naything to tell me now? Anything…about the…..ah…revolution?"

"I don't know anything!" I scream, "I don't know! I didn't know anything about a revolution! Please, please stop, I don't know, don't know anything!"

"Oh," says Mr. Botkin, looking at me as if I'm a mildly interesting television show, "well then. That certainly complicates things, doesn't it, Mr. Mellark?" He leans in and smiles cruelly, revealing his crooked yellow teeth.

I feel another lash and a grunt of pain escapes my lips. Then I blink at the floor, angels stream out of it and they have Katniss's eyes. They smile, and one sits on my nose and I black out.

Poor Peeta! It was sad for me to write that, I love Peeta too and it was depressing to have him whipped, but the story must go on! Also, I'm thinking of including a Haymitch POV snippet next chapter so review review review, let me know if you think that's a good idea or not.

So I didn't get ANY reviews for last chapter, so I'm creating a new rule, there must be THREE new reviews for the next chapter to be posted. In other words, there has to be 3 new reviews for this chapter in order for me to write the sixth chapter. So you know what that means, please, please review, so that I'm happy and you get the next chapter!

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