Huge thanks to my beta Windsongspringheart as usual and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

PPOV

"Peeta, wake up," a voice calls, pulling me from the dark slumber of sleep. I open my eyes to see Jo face looking down at me, two cups of a steaming liquid in her hands.

"What do you want Jo? You are aware it's not even eight o'clock yet?" I ask, my voice groggy from sleep. It had been one of Jo's more annoying qualities that she didn't wake up till at least eleven but right now I wish she had stayed in character and slept in, allowing me to stay in the dream realm where my life wasn't going to hell.

"I made tea," she offers, gesturing to a mug and shoving it forward to my face. Tea. Of course. The girl I have known since I was a child breaks her habits for tea. Why didn't I think of that, other than the fact that she hates tea?

"You don't like tea," I point out, hoping that it is really a shapeshifter offering me tea and Jo hasn't gone crazy.

"I didn't say I made tea for me. I made you tea, this is coffee," she explains raising the the mug that was not held out to me.

"Still doesn't explain why you are up at this ridiculous hour," I ask again, making no effort to move any body part other than my eyebrow.

"Tea. Take it," she repeats, gesturing further to the mug in her hand.

"Fine," I sigh, pulling myself up to a sitting position and taking the mug from her. At least she still looks normal. Her hair sticks up in weird angles around her face, matted from sleep. Her pajamas hang loosely around her tiny form, the black checkered pants threaten to engulf her entire lower half like they have on her feet, giving them the ability to drag on the floor. The same can be said for her black vest that covers her top. There is one addition to her normal face though, the black circles that ring the lower half of her eyes. "Jo what's up?" I ask, as she sips her at her coffee.

"Well," she begins, plonking herself down onto my bed next to where my legs are still hidden by the sheet. "You know how I love Katniss, and how much of a great friend she is, and how strong she is, despite everything with her sister and the stuff with Gale and-".

"Yes I know," I interrupt before she runs out of words for the rest of her life.

"I don't trust her anymore," she mumbles, staring into the brown depths of her mug. There it is. There's the motive. There's the normal Jo I know. Despite the fact I know everything she just listed, having seen it for myself on numerous occasions, I can't help but agree.

"I know, Jo, neither do I," I reply, causing her huge brown eyes to turn to meet mine. The silence that hangs between us is broken by another familiar voice from the doorway.

"You guys seen Annie?" he asks, his copper hair messed up and tangled like Jo's, and I'm sure mine, too.

"Nope," I reply shaking my head. The last time I saw her was when we spoke yesterday, though I am certain her and Finn spoke after that. If they have spoken, that is. "Don't tell me you still have yet to speak to her?" I ask, sighing in preparation for the answer I expect.

"No, I have. I spoke to her last night after you told me to," he replied, the stupid smile on his face widening.

"So why are you looking for her?" Jo asked, pulling her feet under her so she was sat cross legged.

"Well, when I woke up the morning she wasn't there and- umm," he stopped mid sentence as if he was afraid of what he was about to say, not that he had any reason to be, he had already said too much to cover it up.

"Finnick Odair, do you mean to tell me you finally got some action?" Jo asked, her grin mirroring Finn's. It was hard to believe she was the same girl I spoke to a few minutes ago.

"Well, ummm," he stammered, looking to me. I chuckled lightly when it hit me why he was looking at me.

"Finn," I sighed. "I'm not her dad and I'm not going to castrate you if you tell me you slept with her," I explain, laughing lightly still. He reminded me of a deer about to be struck by an oncoming truck as he ran his hand over his neck and leaned against the door frame.

"I don't need to say it out loud do I?" he questioned.

"Like hell you do, come on Finn. Be a man. You have had no problems telling us about the other girlfriends, why not her?" Jo smiled, enjoying watching Finn squirm under her gaze.

"Fine, me and Annie slept together. It was magica,l and fairies and unicorns danced the song of sun rise as the sun peeked its head over the horizon. Happy?" he asked, the sense of annoyance he was trying to fake ruined by his laughter that joined ours.

"So that's what you were doing last night before this hellish morning," a cold voice echoed from behind him. A cold voice I recognized.

FPOV

I know that voice. I knew it well enough to know that when it adopted that tone something was wrong. And I knew that voice well enough to fear that tone being directed at me. And I knew that tone well enough to be able to hear the shaking in it and the sadness it overlayed. Slowly, I turned around to face her. That stare that could light a house on fire was burning into my brain, it flames lightly quenched by the sheen of water. Sophia Cresta.

"Why on earth did I ever trust you!?" she told me questioningly as she shoved me up against the door frame I was leaning on, the usual strength from her shove was gone, making it feel like it actually came from the woman in front of me.

"Sophia, what's going on?" Peeta asks warily, getting up from the bed.

"He's destroyed it. Destroyed it all!" she cried loudly, her eyes resting on each of us in turn. I rack my brain as fast as my petrified body can. What could I have done to anger her so? What have I destroyed? Surely my actions towards Annie weren't the cause of this. I was sure she had suspected there was something between us for a while now, so why react now?

"I'll tell you why I react now!" she yells in response to my thoughts she has stolen from my brain with her telepathy. The sadness that had once lay in her voice had been pushed backwards by the ferocity of her expression."I react now because you are a monster, a destroyer, a psycho, a demon, a devil, a killer," every single one of her words burned me more and more, but it's her last one which send my body into overdrive.

"Sophia, what's going on?" Peeta pleads, his tone shaking just as much as his hands.

"Go see for yourself. You know where her room is," she replies while shaking, a light amount of salt water having plucked up the courage to run down her cheek. Standing back to allow us to leave, I don't stop to ask her whose room. If my worst fears are true, like I fear they are, there is only one room she could have meant. And as I push the door open, they escape from my head and manifest in front of me.

Her body was cold when I ran towards it, desperately shaking her. I can pull her out of there and back here. She just has to know I need her. That I can't go on without her.

"No, no, no, no," I cried over and over again, my tears hitting her lifeless flesh, once filled with life and joy, and now, just laying here. Abandoned.

"Oh my god," Jo cried when she sees my nightmares in front of her. I don't hear Peeta's voice, but can hear him shaking as he looks on. Maybe I can save her, I think as I begin to pump on her chest, breathing life into her. My actions are becoming more and desperate with every pump."Finn stop!" Jo cried. wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me back.

"Finn you can't do anything", she's gone" Jo explained, her eyes were glassy like a doll as she looks on me with pity.

"No she's not, I can save her" I cried, struggling against her as she attempts hold me still.

"Finn you can't do anything" she repeated, her words were framed by the thud of Peeta collapsing to the floor and remaining silent. Alone with his grief and shock.

"But I have to save her" I cried, reaching for where she lies.

"Finn please. Annie's dead and there's nothing you can do".

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