I HATE the arena scenes, so I decided to skip to when they get captured. Hope thats okay. Oh, and yes, I know I'm a poo but I've been celebrating all these days with diff. people. My birthday was on the 8th and I had some big tests in school right before that. Anyway this is when Katniss and Johanna are rolling the wire down to the beach for the lightning tree! And pretty soon will be Johanna's POV of MOCKINGJAY! So if you haven't read it, go read it ASAP! There will be an awesome new story, I'll update like every day, and it'll be way better than this, I PROMISE!

Anyway, ENJOY!

As Katniss and I are running down to the beach with the wire Beetee instructed us to use, I glance over at her. She's fast, but she's not as fast as me. . . Just looking at her almost makes me sick. That cocky little brat, who used Peeta as her ragdoll, pretending she loved him in the arena. I wonder if she knows she's a horrible actress...

"Better hurry," I insist. "I want to put a lot of distance between me and that water before the lightning hits."

Suddenly, the string splits and tangles around my fingers. We stop dead and look up. Someone has cut the line, and I'll bet a million dollars it was Brutus and Enobaria! Unfortunatly, Brutus still has not gotten over the nose-breaking incident that I believe was last year. Or the year before...hmm...

Suddenly, I snap back into reality and look down at my body. Then I glance up at Katniss, who is frozen.

Tangled. That's what we are. The lightning. The tree. The wire! We're tangled in the wire. We'll get shocked like a high-voltage wire. I fiercly untangle myself. Enobario. And Brutus. No doubt.

It's time. I smash the cylinder into Katniss's head. She trips to the ground and I hurl my body onto her, jamming my knife into her arm, digging for the tracker.

No wonder they made me do this. I'm the only one who could Nobody else was 'willing' to slice through a person's skin. I'm doing this to help her and all she's doing is fidgeting. Ugh.

"Stay down!" I hiss and roll my eye. Footsteps that must belong Brutus and Enobaria are coming nearer and nearer. I finish the job and jump up, gripping the tracker covered in sickly-red, warm blood. I am only thinking about my own safety. I have to leave her. She looks dead anyway. I dart away. More feet, not Brutus or Enobaria. I know they don't run that fast.

"Johanna! Katniss!"

"Finnick! Finnick!" I wail. I crash through the trees, heading towards the voice. "Finnick!" I see him out of the corner of my eye. "I'm over here, Finnick!"

"There you are, what is going on?" He looks around and rushes up to me. "I saw the blood, but she wasn't there."

"What? She wasn't there?" I ask, and my eyes dart around. Where could she have gone?

"I'm going to look," Finnick exclaims.

"Finnick, you have to think about yourself!" He shakes his head.

I look at him with my wide brown eyes and my voice softens. "What about Annie? What if you die looking for Katniss and you'll never see her again? Or worse, she'll never see you again."

He looks at me with those crazily amazing eyes and blinks in hurt. "We're allies. It's not every person for themselves."

I'm about to say something, but I just close my mouth and nod, practically swallowing my pride. "You're right," I say, and glance over at a noise.

Enobaria runs around the corner just as a cannon sounds. The arena is in chaos. Screams, cannons, dried blood painted on the trees.

Finnick and Enobaria take off. Boom! another cannon as they leave.

Perspiration streams down my face. I take off to find the others and just as I'm about to run through the clearing, an arrow, obviously belong to Katniss Everdeen, hits the force field and the arena explodes into a million pieces.

Stray slices of the force field are going flying through the air and several smash into my body, forcing me to the cold, blood-stained ground. I tear out the ones on my left arm and throw them to the ground, attempting to get up. The problem is that I slammed into the ground so hard I could practically hear my skull rattle and I think I'm in some kind of semi-concussion stage. It hurts. I wipe the sweat on my blood-stained clothing and try to use my hands to push myself up off of the ground. I need to do this! I need to push myself to the limit! It's for survival. Survival is what I do best.

The hovercraft from the Captiol, the one that picked me up from my last Hunger Games, flys down. I scramble away, or at least try. It grabs me and pulls me up as I fiercely try and escape. It's no use. I'm practically glued to the claws. Peeta comes next. He looks extremely frazzled and quite scared. Enobaria is pulled up as well. She's got a wound in her forehead and is currently unconscious. We're captured!

"It's not my fault!" I wail. "I didn't do it!" I gasp, trying to get rid of the throbbing of my head.

A male, a Capitol looking one at that, comes into my blurry vision. He's get tanned skin and dyed blue hair with sparkles added. I guess it's some kind of 'effect' they offer when dying it. Well, that's the way of life for the freaks of the Capitol.

He slowly approaches me. Cautiously, he holds down my arms with his firm grasp and straps my wrists and then my ankles to a solid white table. This is when I cross into hysterias. I scream as if I'm being murdered, which, for all I know, I could be!

"Help!" I screech, knowing fully-well nobody is coming to help. I glance around at an unconscious Enobaria being lifted onto a table and strapped down. Peeta, who is flailing around while a couple people try and hold him down and insert a needle near the top of his arm. "Stop!" He's screaming, and I'll bet he knows they aren't going to either. . .

I return to my own problems and try to shake myself free from these metal grips that are the difference between this Capitol person's life and death. If I could just get my hands on that poison I know is somewhere around here. I could insert it into the needle and shove it through his arm, watching him slowly die on the ground.

Oh, how I wish I could be free! Freedom, sweet, sweet freedom. Isn't that what I've been fighting for my entire life? Exactly. Freedom from the Capitol, for what they did to me, for what they did to other people, but most of all: For what they did to my family. They can throw me into an arena as many times as they want, but lay a finger on my family and I will take you down.

I start screaming, as its the only thing I really can do, and when the Capitol-man leans over me, I bite his arm, creating a huge gash. He pulls away quickly and rushes out of my sight, bringing back another person in a white coat with her hands in her pocket.

She peers over at me, wiping her straight blonde hair out of her pale skin. Then she tightens her ponytail.

"Hartan!" She calls to someone. A man, who looks in his 30's, comes in.

"What is it, Mariana?" He looks down at me and his eyebrows raise ever-so-slightly.

Mariana nods in my direction. "The third one on the left inside the blue cabinent. 4 inches."

"Yes, ma'am." He rushes out of the room and Mariana stays, watching me like a hawk. Eventually the first guy reappears with a large bandage. Mariana glances down at the bandage and up at him with an odd expression.

"What exactly happened, Jof?" She asks Jof.

He points at me accusingly, as if we're seven and he's tattling on me. "She bit me!" He exclaims. Mariana doesn't seem suprised and just nods as Hartan, the other doctor who went to get something, returns to the room.

There's something-I don't know what- in his pocket.

"Now, ma'am?" He asks. Mariana nods. "Me? Are you sure I should?"

She nods once again.

"Well, if you insist." He cautiously takes a step towards me, and I glance at him with eyes that say a million words, most of which aren't really appropriate. Or nice.

He reaches in his pocket and comes out with a bottle of something. Then he takes out a needle. Slowly, quite shakily, he pours some of the substance into the needle fill area. I glare at him, saying: "Don't you even think about it."

Slowly, he recaps the top portion of the needle after filling it with a substance and lightly, extremely cautiously wipes my arm with an anti-bacterial wipe to clean my arm before inserting the needle. Then Hartan positions the needle.

Right before he's about to insert it into my skin, I hiss by his ear: "I will find you!"

The last thing I see is his eyes widen, then he pushes the tip into my skin and I black out.