FFN HATES ME, SO THE FORMAT IS SCREWED. I'm sorry if it's unreadable...But talk to Rue!

Rue: Hello, Um, do I have to GlimmerHasNoAim?
Glim: Just Call me Glim. Glimmer is Glimmer's name, so call me Glim. And yes, you have to.
Rue: Whatever. Please read and review? Regardless of the format? *Big pleading eyes*
Glim: AWE. Who could say no to that face? WHO?
Marvel: Me.
Glim: I hate you. I shall cut you. *Whips out knife*
Marvel: M'kay. I'm leaving.
Glim: DAMN YOU MARVEL!
Rue: Ignore them. Read, review, and love the original (Hehe) format.
Glim: *Runs off screaming about Marvels stupid life*

UGH. JUST CHECK THE FREAKIN' A/N AT BOTTOM.

I always respond to reviews! ALWAYS. e_e

Okay, well. To the story.

Chaos erupts at once, as the camera is tossed to the side. Snow snaps his fingers twice. A Peacekeeper rushes up to me with metal studded gloves, for Prim and Peeta's

sake, I attempt to hold back my cry of pain. I'm not successful. I scream out, and I hit the ground. My own blood spatters the stage in front of me. Just before I black out,

I see Johanna mouth something to me. I think it was, "Make him pay for it." Then there is darkness. Not even a Girl On Fire can see through this.

Chapter 2-

Our MockingJay has Fallen.

Katniss POV.

I am grabbed by the Peacekeepers almost as soon as I hit the ground. "You stupid little.." A Peacekeep swore at me, snatching my arm. His words are ugly, and I have no defense. I looked him in the eye,

smiled widely, and spat in his face. He responds by hitting me across the face, with his metal studded gloves. The pain reminds me of the lash I took trying to defend Gale. I don't back down however. I see no

point in trying to fight. I am going to die, and I won't fight it. Prim is safe, Peeta will eventually get over me, and Gale...Well, he can manage. My mother however, if she leaves Prim again...I shake the thoughts

from my mind. The Peacekeeper about to hit me again, hesitates. "Stop." Snow hisses. I raise an eyebrow, as if saying, "Oh, so soon?"

"I tried hard, so very hard to stop this." Snow growls venom in his words. "This could have been prevented. You know I'm not above taking lives, but only for a reason. Do you realize what you have just done?

Of course you don't. Take her back downstairs, and make sure she's healed. She's not getting away that easy. Prolong the other one." And with that Snow was gone.

I zoned out, allowing all traces of fight to slip out of me. Allowing the Peacekeepers to drag me back to my quarters. It doesn't dawn upon me until I hit the cold cement floor. Johanna's going to die, because of

me. Even when I try to help others, I kill someone. Oh god. What have I done?

All that night, my thoughts bounced around in my head. Debating whether or not I should have said anything.

You might have saved Prim... Good.

You might not have... Bad.

Peeta might live! Good.

...Johanna probably will not. Bad.

I gave them a martyr. Good.

I'm going to die. Great.

The list continued on like that, one good, another equally as bad. The door to my cell opened, and a mangled body was tossed in. Covered head to toe, in what I can only assume is her own blood. I swallowed

the vile which began resurfacing. Funny, considering I hadn't eaten since that night in the arena. Not that I was particularly hungry. I wanted to rush to her, and make the pain go away. I wasn't good at

watching people in pain. My mother had always saved the best medicines for the worst pain. Isn't the worst pain the one you feel at present? There was little I could do. I had learned from a lifetime of seeing

my mother heal mine victims, that once a pool of blood had gotten so big... I cut myself off. No. I can't think like that. I can't afford to think like that. I lunged up, and was at her side.

"Johanna! Johanna," I called to her, gripping her hand tightly. Prepared to reenact my role with Rue, to help her transition. "Why are you cutting off my circulation? I'm not dying." Johanna complained. "You're

hurt.." I said softly. "Sometimes when people are hurt bad enough, they won't feel it" my mother's ironic words invaded my thoughts. "No," She scoffed, "I just have a cut on my back. Jeez brainless, just roll me

over and take a look. Besides, I scratched the hell out of one of those Peacekeepers, this isn't all my blood." She said, and hint of pride in her voice. I did as she asked, and gently looked at the wound. It really

wasn't that bad, or deep for that matter. Beetee's was a lot worse, in fact. I tore the sleeve off my shirt, and fastened a sort of bandage. That should suffice for now. "I thought Snow was going to kill you." I

admitted. "He was, but wouldn't it make more sense not to?" She stated, adjusting her shirt wincing as she touched her wounded area. I shook my head stupidly. I hadn't a clue, actually.

"Okay, I'll break it down for you. Picture this, you are this big and bad President," She began slowly, as if talking to a toddler, "And this girl who has thrown your country into an all out civil war, is in your

clutches. You also have another one of her ally's, who reminds her of the outside world. Isn't it obvious?" She snorted. "So they're keeping you around, just to remind me of what I can't have?" I say, instead of

asking. "Bingo brainless. See, you're learning. One day we'll work up to our Abc's. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to sleep before I begin to worry about tomorrow." Johanna states numbly, before rolling over. I

stare into the darkness, just waiting. For what? I'll never know. "Johanna?" I whispered. "Can't sleep either?" She responds. "No. I can't help but think about everyone." I say honestly. "I have nobody to really

think about. This is actually the closest I've been to somebody in years." Johanna mutters darkly. She wouldn't want my pity, so I stop the "I'm sorry" I planned to offer. "Why us Johanna? Why does every

horrible thing happen to people like us?" I say miserably. Johanna sits, and thinks deeply about her response. "Because we are the strongest. We can handle this. Like Finnick said, we really aren't Victor's by

chance." Johanna answers, after a minute of silence.

"Do you honestly believe that?" I whisper. "Does it matter what I believe at this point? This isn't the games. There will not be a single Victor, there probably won't even be any survivors. Katniss, we're going to

die." I don't speak to Johanna after that. Neither of us do. She had finally said the words that have been eating at us since our capture. We're going to die. After almost an hour, Johanna breaks the silence. "I

heard you have a decent voice. Sing me to sleep, MockingJay." Johanna nudges my leg. I can't really refuse her. After the countless times she has saved me. And she knows it. I begin slowly, my voice breaks

often. After a few false starts, I begin a soft melody. A song my father taught me.

"Oh darling when the hour's at it's darkest,

When life turns into the hardest,

Cling on desperately,

To my dying melody,

When the light finally fades away now,

When darkness gives to grey now,

Don't give in, don't you dare fall,

You have come too far to end it all,

I assure you, you are strong,

I assure you, the battle isn't long,

Oh Darling when the hour's at it's darkest,

When life turns into the hardest,

Cling on desperately,

To my dying melody,

For the sun shall rise again,

Removing all your pain,

Don't let the shadows win,

Do it once, do it again,

Just close your eyes,

You'll be alright,

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound"(A/N: Umm, the lyrics are mine until it get's to "Just close your eye's" because that part belongs to Taylor Swift. Sorry, I'm not much of a song writer. I kinda just made a

poem in like three minutes, and decided to call it a song. SUE ME.)

By the time I've finished, she's asleep. The singing took a lot out of me, energy I didn't have in the first place, so I simply lay down. Not before long, my eyes begin to close, and I'm locked in a nightmare.

It starts off simple enough, I'm in my original launch room. Cinna is smiling at me, telling me about how he couldn't bet but he would bet on me. That's when the "Simple" stops. My launch tube is delayed, Cinna

and I exchange confused glances. Then Cinna is gone. He morphs into President Snow, grinning at me insanely. "Girl on fire," He growls, his voice making my blood run cold. He smashes his fist through the

tube, and grabs me by the throat. I'm swung to the ground, and he stands over me laughing. I see Cinna reappear behind him. His face is cut, blood oozing out the wounds on his face. His mouth twisted into a

permanent grimace. Surely the one he wore to death. Snow begins to transform again, and Cinna leaves. The entire ground shakes, before erupting into a battle ground. I easily recognize this as the blood

bath near the Cornacopia. I aimlessly run towards the woods, rushing towards safety. "Katniss! Please!" A shrill voice, that turns my mind into a frenzy calls. Prim. I'd know her call anywhere. What was she

doing here? I wanted to scream. I spin around, and see her caught in a net. The boy, Marvel rushes towards her with a spear. I run to my sister, I couldn't let this happen. "Prim! Prim!" I scream, rushing toward

her unarmed. Marvel thrusts his spear into my younger sisters body, and disappears. I didn't care where he went, or even if he came back. I rushed to Prim's side, and held her hand. "Katniss, why? You

promised to protect me! You promised!" She sobbed painfully. "I'm so sorry.. Oh god, what have I done?" I wailed. Prim was gone. In her place was Rue. "You didn't save me either. Is that all you do? Lie? Break

promises?" Rue accuses, her eyes locked on my own. I couldn't find my words. The dead began rising. All around me, I was surrounded. Glimmer. Rue. My Father. Marvel. Cato. Wiress. Cinna. Seneca Crane.

Mags. And so many more. "You failed us." They chanted. "You killed us." They yelled. "You are next!" They roared. "No.."I sobbed collapsing. It became silent, so I looked up. They were gone. "Oh Katniss, what

have you done to yourself?" A voice, I recognized as Peeta said. I spun around, and came face to face with him. What I wanted to do, was lunge at him and hug him. But I couldn't. "Are you real?" I ask

confused. He laughs, and goes to leave. "No! Stay...Please, Stay with me!" I yell distraught. He leans in next to me, and whispers one word in my ear.

"Always."

A/N: Ermagerd! HE SAID ALWAYS.

Anyway, have any of you noticed my HG's references, Like, the "His words we're ugly, and I had no defense" THAT IS CLEARLY A REFERENCE. AND THAT IS MAHOGANY. Yep.

Ugh, I'm pissed at FFN, right now. I had wrote this all out, and FFN deleted it all. *Le Sob*
My real life has been so hectic, but I promise to update at least once a week.
Or I shall try my hardest.
Plus I am a terrible Song writer. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF MY LAST MINUTE LYRICS, xD

WHAT I INTEND ON DOING WITH THIS STORY

Well, I intend on running MJ's course, in other words, the reunions, the rebellion, all the fighting, and deaths...But in my own way. I am so excited for later chappies, because well...Johanna and Katniss being stuck in a cell gets boring, right? So I'm pretty sure, next chapter we begin the hijacking. Who else is psyched? I am. Mwahahahahahahahhaha, Oh poor Everlark, why must I always throw a wrench in your life? Oh yeah, it makes for good material.

Fun HG Cast Facts!

Jennifer owns a Yorkshire Terrier, named Alden! Haha.

Josh Hutcherson's middle name is Ryan!

Liam Hemsworth IS FROM AUSTRAILIA. (That isn't really a fun fact, and everyone knows it, but who doesn't like an accent?)

THAT BE IT. (Translate: That is it.)
I'm sorry...Lol...
FORGIVE MY FORMAT.