Phoenix Rise

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games Trilogy, but I do own the books and DVD's.

Also this is the Last Chapter. There is going to be another story called "Ember Blaze"

Chapter 28: The fall and start

Siobhan's POV

Everything just erupted all at once. The ground shook. Trees burst into flames. And the domes digital panel walls crumble from the center. Metals, disks, and debris were falling from the top. I looked up seeing a hover craft coming down through the entrance of the dome. My thoughts were the Gamemakers or peacekeepers coming in to terminate the rest of us. However the hovercraft didn't come over to Finnick and I. Instead it went to the lightning tree. My thoughts of Gale scared me to think they were going to kill him first.

The quicksand was now at my torso. Finnick grabbed some vine knotting it to a noose and tossed it to me. "Tie it around your chest and hold on."

I wrapped the noose over my head and secure it around my chest. Finnick tied the vines around his waist, pulling back mustering as much strength to get me out. Yet the sands continue to consume me by the seconds. The blood in my leg was being strangled to a point a blood vessel might burst. Just seeing the vines straining to a point it snapped in half.

"Finnick, just go!" I told him.

"Not in your life, sweetheart." Finnick teased as his search for a stronger vine.

Before we know it another hovercraft came in…a smaller hovercraft. It hovers over us as peacekeepers jumped out tackling Finnick. They've pinned him to the ground slamming punches with batons to a point of unconscious. Two peacekeepers came up to me, one had rope secure around him as he ran into the quicksand towards me. He took another rope, tying a harness around my shoulders before giving a tug. I winced at the force of the tug.

What are they doing? I asked myself. Aren't we supposed to die in the arena?

The peacekeepers cuffed Finnick and dragged him to the paralyzing ladder first, it hissed when the current got his body frozen. The others got on ladders climbing up before the hovercraft levitated upward. The peacekeeper in the quicksand with me grabbed my arm as we were pulled out of the quicksand and into the hovercraft. The suction and pull from the hovercraft hurt along with the dislocated shoulder. And my eyes were down, seeing my left prosthetic leg gone. Yet my focus was on the ground searching for Gale.

Across the arena at the twelve o'clock area the larger hovercraft has a claw coming down picking up somebody. My mind thought a dead body since the claw is always used to collect the dead. Then another one and another one collecting bodies at that section.

"Gale!" I cried.

No, no, no, he can't be dead!

The next minute, the doors open entering the hovercraft and I slumped to the ground crying. My fingers gripped the metal ground desperately grabbing for support. Doctors in sterile white coat and gloves came in with a syringe. Petrified, I crawled back, but the doctors went to Finnick who was fighting the electric restraint ladder, as they injected it to his neck. Next thing that happen he fell unconscious under the influence of drugs.

Peacekeepers grabbed me by both arms and thrust me in another room surrounded by glass walls. Like I was a cage animal. They tossed Finnick's body in the room as well handcuffed from behind. I crawled up to him to see if he was alright. I don't know what to do anymore.

I don't know what is happening.

All I know is that the Capitol has Finnick and me.

The next person they collected alive was Enobaria.

We were the only three alive and the others were dead.

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Gale's POV

Meanwhile…

I'm sorry, Siobhan. Were my thoughts as I lay on the ground? I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

Protect, save, just getting her out of the arena and I have failed. Not even the strongest can triumph all evil. Perhaps my ways of revolution was a waste. That I'm just a rebel teen thinking I can make different. But instead I bit more than I can chew. Now my family is in danger, Katniss, and Siobhan are either in danger or worse…dead.

If I had followed the rules and not fire at the force field would the Capitol kept her alive?

A hovercraft materialized at the hole I created. All seemed quiet in this chaos. The hovercraft then dropped a claw underside dropping overhead. The metal crate slide under me. My body was limped unable to move or escaped. Thoughts in how I would be executed came to mind. Snow would either have me killed in public eyes on Capitol soil or secretly torture me to death.

My worst fears are the news that Siobhan is dead.

What a mess I made to this corrupted Capitol Game that is in form of a clock and the field of victors. No doubt Plutarch Heavensbee would be in deep water. If Seneca Crane got executed for changing the rules for two tributes of the same district to live, Plutarch would suffer the same fate. The moment the doors open I go out.

.o0o.

The next time I wake up I gasped. I lay on the ground of the storage part of the hovercraft. My arm feeling numb as I removed the oxygen mask. Once that was off, my eyes looked around trying to comprehend what is going on. Looking to my left to find Beetee lying next to me. He was unconscious worse for wear with an oxygen mask and tubes in his arms. I pushed myself up into sitting position, examining my condition. There were bandages on my left arm and an IV needle in my wrist. Carefully removing the needle out, I stood up grabbing onto one of the chairs.

The room was shaking that indicated the hovercraft is still in motion. The drugs in my system weren't helping, as I limped over across the room towards the only door available. It was confusing where the Capitol was taking us. To a prison or hold us till another Hunger Games arrange, or worse death. Siobhan… I couldn't see, wondering if she is alive or not. I limped down the room to a metal door hearing voices. Flattening my hand against the frame, listening closely to the voices inside.

"He's gonna lose it when he finds out about the girl." Said a voice. Instantly my mind registers it was Haymitch.

"He'll still cooperate, though?" Plutarch replied.

"Without Siobhan? There's no guarantee."

"Well, tell him to suck it up and be a man." Johanna said.

The doors slides open to revealed Haymitch, Plutarch, and a very pissed if not beat-up Johanna standing around a table set with holographic images of Panem. They looked at me surprised to find me away. What the hell is going on? One minute I was dying in the arena…now I'm here alive with these four. And where is Siobhan?

"Morning, Sonny," Haymitch greeted.

Anger filled me with rage as I ran over to him punching his face. Haymitch stumbles back holding a bloody nose. He covered it with his hand wiping the blood off.

"What the hell are you doing with them?" I demanded.

"You and that temper against The Capitol?" He contorted. "See, this is why no one lets you make the plans."

Johanna stood there arms crossed. I snarled lunging after her but Haymitch grabbed me pinning us to the wall, "What the hell are they doing here?"

"Why don't ya listen, Flame boy?" Johanna muttered.

"We couldn't tell you with Snow watching. It was too risky." Haymitch explained. "Better for you to know nothing?"

I growled shoving Haymitch off me. I took some deep breathes in attempt to calm down. So far I could calm to a point I won't kill any of them. As long as they kept their distant. "Where's Siobhan?"

"Now, Gale…You have been our mission from the beginning." Plutarch said.

"What?" I asked confused.

"The plan was always to get you two out. Half the Tributes were in on it. This is the revolution. And you are the Mockingjay. And we're on our way to District 13 right now." Plutarch said.

"Thirteen was destroyed eighty years ago." I spat.

"No it wasn't." Plutarch corrected.

I panted for I need Siobhan. She is the smart one when it came to history and politics. I need to find her to understand this more clearly and know she is safe. I desperately need to hold her in my arms. "Where's Siobhan?"

Haymitch scratched his head, "She still has her tracker in her arm. Johanna cut yours out."

"You're welcome by the way." Johanna said.

Weight builds up in my stomach, "Where is she?"

"In The Capitol," Haymitch answered, lowering his head. "She was picked up by the Capitol along with Finnick and Enobaria."

I felt like something punched me in the chest. The same gut feeling of pain when Effie called Rory's name last year and the announcement of the theme of the second Quarter Quells. The angry raged my system as I turned around punching the metal wall constantly till my knuckles split and bleed. I collapsed on the ground, onto my knees.

Through the rest of the journey I fell into a catatonic state. Not wanting to talk to Haymitch or anybody else. I sat there staring at the medallion in my hand. I tried opening it to listen to the music, but the melody box broke. The watch inside glass cracked. The only thing inside that was okay where the picture of my family and Mark. There was no picture of Siobhan. Nothing that resembles her or remind me of her.

Johanna sat beside me arms crossed and legs on the table. She updated me on what is happening that she knew of. How communication are down in Seven, Ten, and Twelve. Eleven still has transportation, so food is being served throughout Panem. Bragging how the plan was supposed to go and such. However I ignored her until reaching District 13.

When we arrived to District 13 I realized that the once bombed district has been living under the earth all this time. At the landing pad soldiers in grey uniforms came in escorting Haymitch, Johanna, Plutarch, and me out while two put Beetee on a stretcher taking him to the emergency room. I'd notice we weren't the only people who just arrived. There were several hovercrafts landing at the landing pad, some damage while others in perfect condition. A doctor suggests me to follow him, but I did. I stood there watching people coming out as if they came out of a battle. Children clinging to their mothers, babies crying, and men and women unsure what is going on?

The next person I see was Katniss.

Katniss…

"Katniss!" I called out.

Katniss looked up and saw me. She was cover in soot, the brown leather jacket of her father's torn on the bottom, cover in blood and dirt. Her signature braid no longer neat and she cling to her bow desperately as if somebody is going to steal it. She saw me and ran over, it wasn't until she stood in front of me that the side of her face had been recently burned. Her hands cover in bandages.

"Katniss," I whispered.

"Hey, Juvenile." She said placing a hand on my shoulder. "You're alive."

"What happened?" I asked. "Where's our family?"

"They're alive." She said. "Mark and I got both our families out in time."

"Wait, what do ya mean…Got them out?"

Katniss took a deep breath, "After the Games, they sent hovercrafts. And they started dropping firebombs?"

I recognized the tone in her voice. It's the tone she gave Prim when she had bad news. I instinctively place both my hands on her shoulders to look at me straight in the eye. My breathing irregular for what she is telling me.

"There is no District 12?" I whispered.

The next words she said confirmed the answer, "Gale, there is no District Twelve."

Every changed after that.

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Alright guys, "Phoenix Rise" is finally over. I want to thank you all for reading this story and the previous one "Whispering Fire." You all asked me to do Mockingjay perspective and the tittle will be based on the runner up tittle "Ember Blaze."

If you already noticed I made a major change. Yes I swap Finnick and Johanna's roles on who got taken by the Capitol. I though since it's sorta a gender swap of the original serious that I should switch Characters.

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See you all in Ember Blaze.