Sorry it's kind of long. But I wanted to fit all these things in with a lot of emotion. It's also kind of weird the way I did it. Sorry about that. . .

Nevertheless, as I always say, enjoy! This chapter is dedicated to my big brother, whose birthday is today. (:

*Jellybean5898

Update: I totally forgot! This is the last chapter in the story (: . . . But don't worry. There's a new story to finish up Mockingjay (there's not much left to put since she can't go to the Capitol and there's no word of her in the rest of the book, I think) and then a NEW plot that involves Annie. You know, I had this idea of Johanna helping Annie with her mourning of Finnick and Annie helping her with her fear of water. . . It might sound stupid when I say it but I personally like it. So that's that. Keep an eye out, the first opening chapter will be out in just a few days. I'll post a link on here as an update and it'll be on my profile.

Here are the things I promise for the next story:

*Updates every day (Unless I do something stupid, like break my charger *again* , hehe)

*Longer Chapters

*More Johanna thoughts (Personally, I feel that I've been falling apart on her personal thoughts. I keep forgetting, haha. But they'll be more).

Love you guys!

I slip in an out of conciousness. I take Katniss's morphling when the coast is clear. I steal morphling from the cabinents where the doctor keeps the extra supply for Katniss. He thinks she's taking it, and he doesn't mind. Every day, life gets worse and worse.

One day at lunch, we're all sitting together: Me, Katniss, Gale, Delly, a girl from the merchant's part of 12, along with Finnick and Annie. It's like a Victor's circle, minus Gale. Finnick's got us all laughing with a story about a turtle taking his hat and swimming of with it when suddenly we all realize he's there...

Peeta. Whose been turned into a mutt by the Capitol people. I remember what they did to him. Showed him videos of all these amazing times he had with Katniss then injected something into him. Soon enough, he was trying to attack her through the screen. When I got back here, District 13 that is, I hear hijacking being tossed around to describe his condition.

Katniss chokes on her bread. As if going through stupid training for Capitol fighting wasn't enough! That's what they've been making me do. I should be able to go, anyway. I'm a Victor. Don't they understand I know how to kill people with my hands? Or better yet, my axe? Damn, I miss my axe...

He's standing behind the empty seat next to me. His hands shake uncomfortably in his shackles as he holds his tray and two large guards are standing behind him.

Delly is the first to break the silence. "Peeta! It's so nice to see you out..." She hesitates. "And about!" Nice save, Delly. Nice save.

I shouldn't mess with him, but with two guards, why does he need shackles? Couldn't they stop his hands from doing anything?

"What's with the the fancy bracelets?" I ask.

"I'm not quite trustworthy yet," Peeta answers. "I can't even sit here without your permission."

"Oh, sure he can sit here," I say. "We're old friends." I pat the space next to me, the guards nod, and Peeta sits. I'm not afraid of him. "Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the Capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams."

Annie, whose sitting next to me, covers her ears and squeezes her eyes shut. Finnick puts his arm around her and gives me a nasty look.

"What? my head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy."

And it's true. Practically every session we have, which I don't like to talk about, involves me being safe here and not holding in my thoughts and emotions.

Finnick murmers to Annie. I continue to eat my stew while Delly tries to brighten the mood, which has sulked ever since crazy-ass Peeta got here. "Annie!" She says. "Did you know it was Peeta who decorated your wedding cake? Back home, his family ran the bakery and he did all the icing."

I remember Finnick and Annie's wedding cake. It was blue with boats and actually quite nice. I had a slice of it, and Peeta's got the taste right on.

"Thank you, Peeta," Annie says. "It was beautiful.

"My pleasure, Annie," Peeta answers, and there's another bit of silence.

Finally, Finnick says to Annie, "If we're going to fit in that walk, we better go." He picks up both their trays and grasps her hand. "Good seeing you, Peeta."

I wave to Finnick and he smiles and just as they're about to go, Peeta says, "You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try to take her away from you."

How can that be? Annie'd never leave Finnick. And that couldn't have been I joke. He sounded so serious and cruel.

"Oh, Peeta," Finnick says in a light carefree tone. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart." He leaves.

Long after they're gone, Delly starts chatting again. "He did save your life, Peeta. More than once."

"For her" Peeta says, nodding towards Katniss sitting next to Gale on the other side of the table. "For the rebellion. Not for me. I don't owe him anything."

Katniss must be angry. She says the first thing since Peeta got here: "Maybe not. But Mags is dead and you're still here. That should count for something."

Actually, you know, she's got a point there. Mags is dead. Finnick, against all he wanted, saved Peeta instead of Mags, pretty much his only family and former mentor. It should count for something, and she knows it.

"Yeah, a lot of things should count for something that don't seem to, Katniss. I've got some memories I can't make sense of, and I don't think the Capitol touched them. A lot of nights on the train, for instance." He then gestures at Gale and Katniss with his spoon slopped with gravy. "So, are you two officially a couple now or are they still dragging out the star-crossed lover thing?"

"Still dragging," I say simply, then take a bite out of my bread as Peeta clenches his hands into fists and they shake all around in his shackles, making odd noises.

This isn't Peeta. This isn't that sweet guy in the Hunger Games nobody would've thought would ever make it out of alive. This isn't that guy that took care of Katniss when she got a knife in the head at the feast last year. It's not him. It's a mutt and we all know it.

It's as if Gale's read my mind, as he looks at Peeta and says: "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself."

"What's that?" Peeta asks defensively.

"You."

"You'll have to be a little more specific," Peeta says angrily. "What about me?"

I'll take care of this myself now, as this idiot obviously doesn't get anything. "That they've replaced you with the evil-mutt version of yourself."

Gale finishes his milk and he and Katniss leave.

Delly looks over at Peeta, her temper quite obviously lost. And when she yells, she sounds like a mouse. "Peeta, she's not the mutt, you are! You're the mutt! You're blaming Katniss for things she didn't do and you're being rude to her about things she can't control! It's the Capitol's fault, Peeta! Not hers!"

The whole place had gone quiet, but then they resume conversation as Delly stops talking.

"Yeah," I agree. "She saved your life in the arena, Peeta. With the blood poisoning, she went to the feast and got you that medicine. And with the fight with Cato from 2 at the end, she shot him down when he was choking you and grabbed your hand as you fell. If she wasn't there, you'd of either choked to death or eaten by mutts. But you're still here, and it's because of her and Finnick."

Peeta starts arguing with himself. "You shouldn't have saved her! But she's the one you thought you loved! Who cares? You did care."

Delly and I exchange a look and the guards lead Peeta back to his cell. I turn quickly then slurp down the rest of Peeta's stew. I haven't had much to eat and have been hungry lately.

"Well," I say. "We better get going. Looks like the place is clearing out."

"Yeah," She answers, and we clear our trays. "I'll see you soon."

"Yeah."I head back to the compartment I now share with Katniss since they wouldn't let me live alone.

I open the door and flop my achy self down on Katniss's bed. "You missed the best part," I say. "Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly."

"What'd Peeta do?" She asks, looking up from her Military Tactics book.

"He started arguing with himself like he was two people. The guards had to take him away. On the good side, no one seemed to notice I finished his stew." I rub my hand on my stomach in satisfaction then get out some of my own military books, thinking about going to the Capitol and shooting down President Snow myself, like I promised. Although they might give Katniss the job now, since she 'deserves' it more.

But she doesn't. He killed my family;&deserves to die at my hands.

I flip through the pages of my book and Katniss goes to to visit her family after we quiz each other for just a bit.

I close the Military Tactics book and then get ready for bed by brushing my teeth. When I come out of the bathroom, Katniss is back. I flick off the lights and we climb into the bed. I can tell neither of us even close our eyes, just stare into the darkness, when suddenly, she asks:

"Johanna, could you really hear him screaming?"

Memories of my time in the Capitol come back. "That was part of it," I say. "Like the jabberyjays in the arena." The jabberjays that held the screams of your loved ones- "Only it was real. And it didn't stop after an hour. Tick, tock."

"Tick, tock," She whispers back.

Over the next few days, Katniss and I work hard on our training. We run, rain, snow, or sun. Work on putting our weapons together. Target practice. They've even designed something deep in 13 that's supposed to look like a block on the Capitol. We all call it 'the block' and have to use our weapons to get through it with our eight team members. Everything can and will go wrong. That's how its designed. It makes us prepared. They gas us, and Katniss and I are the only ones who can manage to get our masks on in time.

At one point, Plutarch comes down with a camera crew. "We're here to get some footage of you shooting," He says.

"Why?" I ask, standing up and straightening my back from shooting down on one knee.

"Because we want to show the Capitol that you're back. You're healthy and willing to fight for your freedom from the Capitol."

I consider this for a moment. It's true that they'd planned on me becoming a frightened young woman falling under the Capitol's powers. And no, that hasn't happened. I agree and let them get some footage of me shooting the bullseye of the target.

A few days before the first of all the troops are going to head off to the Capitol, York, our trainer, tells Katniss and me that she wants us to take the exam and we have to report right away. She tells us there's four parts: An obstacle course meant to test your physical condition, written exam, a test of how good we can use our weapons, and finally a situation on the Block. I'm thinking this will be easy and try not to think of it.

But then we find out that something's going on in the Block ; some kind of tech situation they're trying to work out. We all gather in a group and tell eachother all we know about it. Things like you go in alone and there's no predicting what situation you'll be in are tossed back and forth quietly.

One boy, who glances around quickly, leans in and says, under his breath, "I've heard it's designed to target each of our weaknesses."

Water... Water...Water. Those are the first 3 things that come to my mind. The next 3 are: Capitol . . . Torture . . . Electrical Shocks . . .

And they know it! They know my weakness is water! They know I was tortured by being soaked then . . . the electric shocks.

I'm called 3 ahead of Katniss, who gives me a nod that seems to be encouraging. I go in, only nervous about the water and the torture and I break out into a sweat almost immediatly. But I manage to sweep through the physical assemsment, ace the written exam after all those nights of studying, put my gun together in less than 30 seconds and get the target bullseye.

Finally, it's time for the Block. I'm a bit more confident then I was at the start. Everything's been going well...

On the Block, I blow out a bunch of Peacekeepers and unhook my mask in the nick of time when I'm gassed. I'm forced to run around a corner and jump over logs. Logs? Logs. That's how I sprained my ankle in my Games! I remember now. . . I was running. Away from who, though? Kirel, I think. From One or Two. And I turned to see where he was and saw the log at the last second. That's when I tried to hurl over it but I fell onto the ground ankle first and tore the ligament attaching my foot and ankle completely.

Just as I'm reloading my gun, a rumbling on the street begins. I turn towards it straight ahead. And it's not an earthquake, because I see the first glimpse of water pooling into the road. It gets higher and higher. First emotion: Fear.

Second Emotion: Panic.

Torture. . . Water . . . Electric Shocks. . . Torture . . .

First thing I do: Shake. I shake like mad as the water starts getting higher.

Second thing I do: Scream. I'm drowning. I'm drowning. How can I be drowning? They've kept me underwater for at least a minute now, and my lungs are giving way. I'm dying! Help! I'm dying! Nobody comes to save me, though. I'm drowning here. After another 30 seconds and just a few seconds of breathe left, I'm yanked above the water and attached to the shocks.

Third thing I do: Call out for help. I start breathing rapidly and drop my gun into the water thats whipping around my waist. "Where am I?" I don't know where I am. I feel like I'm in the Capitol but know I'm in 13. Or am I? Is my brain playing tricks on me? "Help! I'm drowning!" I start running like mad away from my target towards dry land. "Help!" I wail, tripping and paddling towards the glass.

Someone slams the button to flood the Block off and drains it immediatly. But I'm still in panic mode. Why'd they do this to me? Who are these people..?

Torture. Water. Craziness. Panic. A door opens. Where's it coming from? Someone's coming to kill me. I'm sure of it now. They've come to shoot me or stab me or drown me in water! Panic. Torture. Water.

Needles. I'm jabbed in the arm with one by someone and black out almost immediatly. The last thing I hear is the splatter of the water as I fall into it.

Crappy ending. Keep your eyes open for the new story! :D :D :D I can't wait to get started on it but I have to write the first chapter or 2 before I post it! It's going to be a longer story, and also the final edition of the Johanna series. ): But, alas, we all must move on.