Hi Guys

Thanks you for the comments on the last chapter, they made me really feel bad! :) Though I will confirm, SHE IS DEAD. Annie is not coming back, sorry.

As always thanks to my wonderful beta windsongspringheart, she does such and amazing job

Anyway on with the story.

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JPOV

Oh. My. God. This couldn't be happening. Finnick was crying into his knees, burying his eyes from the sight before him that I had no clue whether or not he had created. Peeta's eyes had glazed over and stared motionlessly at the wall in front of him, unblinking depths of blue sadness.

"Jo, what happened? I heard yelling and-" Lily's words stopped as soon as she realised what had caused the yelling. "Oh, to hell with this!" she yelled, hitting the wall with her palms in anger. I could almost see an extent of claw from one which quickly hid below the surface again. "She's dead isn't she!? The bloody Messiah is dead!" She was screaming now and tugging at her hair.

"Lily, shut up," I demanded, gesturing my head to my two friends behind me. Her eyes drifted over Peeta with some pity, but passed Finnick with anger and hatred.

"Of course. The murderer always returns to the scene of the crime," she spat as she started to walk towards Finnick, whose body tensed, expecting impact.

"Don't," I ordered, holding her back from him.

"Fine! You deal with him! I'm off to get the doctors. Maybe they can tell us that he is the murderer," she declared while storming off. Finn's body was shaking now, fear rumbling through his form.

"Finn, it's fine. We know you didn't do it," I comforted, hoping to hid the lies from my voice.

"What if I did, though? What if I killed her without knowing? What if I sleep walked into her room and killed her?" he rambled through his tears.

"You didn't Finn. I know you didn't," I told him. It was then that the medics bumbled in. Shock registered over all their faces but their movements still continued robotically, loading her onto the trolley, covering it with a sheet, and wheeling her away. I knew what was coming next. They'd come for Finn, thinking he did it. "Let's go," I sighed trying to heave his body up.

"No, let them come," he shrugged, unmoving. Christ, Finn. Why did he always have to stop being self-centred whenever I needed him to be that way.

"It's pointless Johanna, we're already here," my sister's voice echoed as a pair of guards pulled Finnick to his feet and forced him to walk, one holding each arm in a death grip Finn didn't even struggle against.

"You b****! You absolute b****! He has done nothing wrong!"

"Then he'll have nothing to hide. He's not being arrested Johanna, just taken in for questioning," she explained as she turned to follow them. "On suspicion of murder," she cried back to my seething form.

"You do realize she's probably right," Peeta's voice deadpanned from behind causing me to whip around, my brown hair hitting me in the face as I did so.

"No she's not," I replied sharply, shocked by the darker tone his opinions had just taken. His blond hair seemed to have dulled with these events. Even his eyes seemed darker, the bright blue now a grey with faint hints of its former glory in it. It was like the Peeta I knew had been sucked out of him entirely, like he had died along with her.

"Who else could have? We all know what Wiress said, 'the only way she will-"

"Yeah I know," I replied as I held up my hand to stop him. I knew what she had said all too well. It might as well have been written on my bedroom walls instead of the boy band posters most girls at that age would have had. "Peeta, that is your friend. You know him. He would never murder her," I added, forming fists at my side.

"But she said-" he began getting up to face me.

"I don't give a crap what she said! He is my friend and I am going to stick by him!" I was yelling now too but Peeta wasn't fazed. He simply walked off, shrugging his shoulders. I watched him go briefly, seeing his body shake with every step like a war veteran struggling to take the first steps to his new life as tears that were full of memories dripped down his face before I turned away. I couldn't take this. It wasn't meant to end this way, there was meant to be a happy ending to all this trauma we had been put through.

"You alright kid?" a gruff voice asked as the body that accompanied it turned the corner, a whole manner of instruments and equipment in his hands.

"No, but I think you know that," I sighed, nodding and sucking my lips in before finishin with a sigh.

"Yeah. I know she died and, yeah, I know your mate did it," he responded as he approached the room where I had seen my life become represented by one word only a few minutes ago. Failure.

"HE DID NOTHING!" I yelled as I shoved the known alcoholic up against the wall, my arm pressing down on his throat.

"Fine, he didn't do it. Now get your mitts off my neck. I like being able to breathe," he stated, breathing out loudly as I removed my arm and stepped backwards.

"He couldn't do it, Haymitch. I don't believe he would, and surely even your drunk-off-its-butt brain can see that," I told him, running my hand through my short hair, making me fully aware of the shake that was running through my hand.

"Doesn't matter what I think, I'm just here to secure the crime scene as it were," he explained holding up the tape in his hand and brushing me out the way to get to the doorway. "Not much of a murder scene. Surely if it was Finnick, he'd have a bit more style. Just a blood splatter here, maybe some of that blood staining a note in the corner," he said as his shabby hair covered head peered into the room.

"Yeah, well, this isn't one of your stupid crime dramas. It's real life," I told him with a snap of my teeth to finish.

"Well, a man can only hope," he sighed like a dreamy poet would on a balcony overlooking Venice.

"Hoping for a quick death at my hand if you don't stop acting like you're on eastenders," I added, folding my arms and leaning back against the door.

"But why should I? Life just got interesting 'round here."

Haymitch! What do you think?