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I struggle to pull my fists out of these unbreakable handcuffs. Stupid guards, cuffing my wrists and ankles to the wall. Argh! My bloody, bruised body flops onto the ground before trying to get out of the chains again.

"Let's go have lunch," I hear one guard say.

"Okay."

And they leave. It's just me, Peeta, and Annie, who they picked up from District 4. She's huddled in the corner of her cell, whisper something starting with F that I'll bet is Finnick.

I stop pulling at the chains and drop my hands to the ground, throwing my head back in anger. I need to get out of here!

Suddenly, there's a small rattle coming from above and I see a couple figures coming down. It looks like... District 13 uniforms! Could it be? Suddenly, they toss on masks and one pulls out a huge can the size of a fire extuinguisher. He pulls something and an odd green gas starts filling into the room rapidly.

I'm just wondering if they're here to save me when the gas floats into my cell and I'm immediatly knocked out.

[District 13]

When I wake up, I'm lying in a hospital bed, covered in sheets with all kinds of wires and tubes attached to my damaged body. A doctor comes in as soon as he sees I'm awake.

"Hello, Johanna! Welcome. Do you have any questions?"

"Where am I?" I ask hoarsly.

"Why, District 13!"

"What's happened to me?"

"Oh, I'll go through your list of things that have happened to you. You have..." He flips some pages of a notebook. "Oh, dear. You have 3 bruised ribs, one is broken. Both hip bones are bruised. Slight concusion. Your muscles are weak, you don't have enough fiber, protein, or carbohydrates. You have a bit of brain damage that needs medication, and you're lucky no surgical procedere. You've definately been electrocuted. . . I think that's it."

"Yeah, that's it." I roll my eyes.

Someone shoves through some nurses yelling that the person can't come in my room. "Johanna! Johanna!"

My head shoots up at the voice. I stand up, pulling the chords from their spot on my arms and reach out to him. "Finnick!" He comes forth.

"Johanna, you little bitch! I thought you were dead!"

I smile foolishly and say, "Remember a couple years ago, when I told you the Capitol could never kill me, yeah? I meant it."

"I know," He answers, smiling.

"Did you see Annie?"

Finnick smiles happily. "I did, in fact. Johanna, she was as beautiful as ever. I forgot how much I love the way her hair always smells like the ocean, no matter where she is. And I never even realized how much I really needed her. Do you know what I mean?"

I shake my head dissapointingly. "No, Mr. Odair, I do not."

He laughs and glances at his watch. "I have to go."

"Wait!" I exclaim. "Is Katniss here?"

"Yeah, duh." He chuckles.

"The rebellion? Is she making the Capitol's life hell?" I ask.

He smirks. "Why, yes, she is."

She is. She's making the Capitol freak out. How does a single girl do that? I've decided I'll help her out a little. She ain't too bad, after all.

I smile deviously. "Good."

[Way later; After Katniss gets shot in District 2]

I plug in my morphling when my head doctor comes rushing in. "No, Johanna!"

"What?" I sputter out.

"You can't have any more morphling." He pulls it out. "We're trying to cut back on your sluppy." He hesitates. "We don't want you- to, um, end up like those from District 6."

And with that, he rushes out of the room with my precious morphling. It gets rid of the pain. Arg!

I hear a rustle on the other side of the curtain. Katniss. She got shot, but it didn't even do anything to her besides her spleen and ribs.

I get up and pull a white curtain back, staring right at her. "I'm alive," She says.

I roll my eyes. "No kidding, brainless." Then I walk over and sit down on her bed. She winces. I smile. What a wimp. "Still a little sore?" I unplug her morphling and put it in my own arm.

She shouldn't care, because I have been tortured.

"They started cutting back on my supply. Afraid I'm going to turn into one of those freaks from Six. I have to borrow from you. Didn't think you'd mind."

I sigh. "Maybe they were onto something in Six. Drug yourself out and paint flowers on your body. Not such a bad life. Seems happier than the rest of us, anyway."

Since she doesn't say anything, I continue. "They've got this head doctor who comes around every day. Supposed to be helping me recover. Like some guy who's spent his life in this rabbit warren's going to fix me up. Complete it. At least twenty times a session he reminds me that I'm totally safe."

She smiles weakly. Her body must be pretty ruined. "How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?"

"Oh, yeah," She says sarcastically. "Right up until I got shot."

"Please," I say. "That bullet never even touched you. Cinna saw to that." He added some kind of armor to protect her from harm. I guess he's actually a pretty good guy.

"Broken ribs?" She asks.

"Not even. Bruised pretty good. The impact ruptured your spleen. They couldn't repair it." I wave my hand dismissivly, as if this doesn't even matter. "Don't worry, you don't need one. And if you did, they'd find you one wouldn't they? It's everyone's job to keep you alive." The bitterness shows in my voice.

How come they don't care if I'm alive? It's all about Katniss, Katniss, Katniss.

"Is that why you hate me?" She asks.

"Partly. Jelously is certainly involved." I think for a minute. "I also think you're a little hard to swallow. With your tack romantic drama and your defender-of-the-helpless act. Only it isn't an act, which makes you more unbearable. Please feel free to take this personally."

I mean, all in all, she's not a bad person. But I just don't understand! They've ruined her life, and all she wants to do is help other people instead of herself? It's like she's a hero. I can still be a hero. I saved her life in the arena and nobody's ever thanked me for that.

"You should've been the Mockingjay," She says. "No one would've had to feed you lines."

. "True. But no one likes me."

"They trusted you, though. To get me out. And they're afraid of you."

I consider this. It is true. They did trust me to get that tracker out of her arm and out of the arena. And in that, I got myself captured since I had no time to run my ass off. But that's not her point. Her point is that they trusted me above all others in the arena. They trusted me to make it that far. They trusted me to dig till I found the stupid thing. They trusted me to get it out.

"Here, maybe," I say. "In the Capitol, you're the one they're scared of now."

Gale, Katniss's buddy, lover, whatever, appears in the doorway. I unhook the morphling and stick it back in Katniss and get up to go.

"Your cousin's not afraid of me," I say, laughing a little. I push him with my hip. "Are you, gorgeous?" And as I'm walking down the hallway, I laugh out loud.