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Chapter 9 - The Capitol Regained

My legs kept running until I got all the way outside. I collapsed to my knees in the grass. Only then did I realize it was raining. I wrapped my arms around my legs and rocked back and forth. Rue. Rue was there. She's been brought back from the dead, and probably been tortured. Loud uncontrollable sobs racked through my body. Poor Mags and Finnick who died protecting me have been tortured too. This is how I repay there ultimate sacrifice. Then Clove and Cato's faces burned there way into my head. They were smiling at the camera. The looks in there eyes were saying they couldn't wait to get there hands on me. On us. That's when I vomited. I vomited until I was left dry heaving. I crawled over to a different spot and laid down. The rain poured over me, soaking me to the bone. But I didn't care. I just wanted to stay here forever. I laid there for a long time until I heard footsteps behind me. It was probably Peeta.

"Gonna just lay here and catch a cold sweetheart?"

I was actually glad they sent Haymitch, and not anyone else. I continued to lay there not responding.

"Let's get you inside, what do you say?"

I sat up with my back still turned to him.

"What did she say when I left?" I ask.

Haymitch responds immediately. He wasn't worried about my feelings. That's why I liked that they sent him out here.

"She said she requires you and Peeta to go back in the arena, and one other person. Who that person is she left up to us. If we don't do as she says she will destroy district 13."

Surprisingly I am emotionless. I must of poured out all the emotion I had earlier. I turn around to face Haymitch.

"Annie can't go." I say immediately.

He nods slowly.

"Johanna wants to go. Beeta wants to go just to see Wiress again. But I don't think that's the best idea. He would get killed instantly, the people of 13 need him here.

"What if we die, Haymitch?"

Haymitch looks me in the eyes.

"We're already creating a plan to break you out again. We wont let you stay longer in the arena than you have too."

"Get all of us out. Or I wont go." I say.

He grins slightly.

"We'll get all of you out this time."

When we got inside Haymitch wrapped his jacket around me. I was expecting Haymitch to take me to the hospital. But he didn't. He lead me straight to my room.

"Get lots of sleep. You have an interview in the capitol tomorrow."

With that he walks away. The Capitol. The place I hate the most. I open the door to my room to find Peeta sitting on the bed. His back is turned away from me. I place my hand lightly on his shoulder. He turns towards me. The look on his face is pure pain. There are tear streaks down his cheeks from where tears have fallen. I hug him. We hug for what seems like hours in silence. He kisses my cheek and continues hugging me.

"They wouldn't let me come find you." he whispers.

"I know."

He gets up and grabs me a dry shirt of his. I strip off my soaking wet clothing and put it on. He pulls the blankets over us and hugs my shivering body.

"This time, I'll protect you. Both of you."

The next morning we are rushed onto the train. We all sit at the breakfast table. Johanna is eagerly shoving food into her mouth. I just pick at my plate. Peeta eats but slowly. Haymitch sits at the head of the table drinking liquor from a wine glass. He clears his throat.

"Here's the plan. First off eat as much as you all can, you all need as much strength as possible."

After Haymitch says this Peeta nods and takes bigger bites of his food. I continue to stir mine around my plate.

"Here's what I want you to do for the interviews. Katniss and Peeta seem as sad as you possibly can about this. Pull on Panam's heart strings. This will get you sponsors. Johanna I want you to be as confident as you always are. Tell them that you and your friends will come out alive and that you'll do anything to make sure of that."

Johanna smiles as she stabs a sausage link.

"It's always about these two isn't it?"

"Now for your strategy in the games."

He takes a long drink and focuses on me.

"Katniss. I want you to hunt for as long as you're physically able too. But for when you become unable too, I want you to teach Peeta and Johanna about hunting."

I look into Haymitch's eyes then nod slowly.

"Peeta."

Peeta looks at Haymitch intensely.

"Your job is simple. Protect Katniss. That's it."

Peeta nods.

"That's all I was going to do anyway." he says.

"Johanna."

She doesn't look up from her plate.

"Yeah, yeah protect Peeta and Katniss. I got it." she grumbles.

I finally give into my child's hunger and start to eat. Peeta grins at me. After we finish practically everything prepared for us on the table, we are rushed off to our stylists.

Octavia and Flavius cry for a few minutes before they begin. I just hug them until there tears have dried. I lean back and doze in and out of consciousness until there done. When I look at myself in the mirror I realize I'm in the mockingjay dress. I hug my stylists one last time.

"You'll make it out. Even if you don't we will never forget you." they tell me.

I stare out the train window at the capitol until we are forced to get off the train. Much of the capitol had been rebuilt. But not by our forces. Paylor told us before we left much of 13's forces were killed. We were losing our hold of the Capitol. She was gaining the control. Cassandra Snow. Paylor reassured us that she was gathering a large amount of forces to infiltrate. She planned on infiltrating the day we were getting broken out of the arena to distract everyone. My thoughts are interrupted by a peace keeper pushing me towards a room. Unlike before we are not allowed to watch anyone's interviews until tonight. They haul us all of into separate rooms until we are called on stage. Peeta kisses me before being hauled off into his room. I sit in my room for what seems like hours, anxiously awaiting my interview. When I'm finally lead onto stage I take a deep breath, and take my entrance.