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I am awoken by the sound of roaring voices. And the stamping of feet. I brush it off knowing its probably just me hallucinating. But just as I am about to doze back off, I hear a bang loud enough to send vibrations through me. No, not a bang. A gun shot.

I jump our of my bed and fly down the slippery pine stairs. Seizing my coat, I plunge into the snow in my bare feet knowing I have no time for shoes. The scene before my eyes startles me backwards. Hundreds of fire fuelled men are charging through the streets.

Stinging at the coldness, my feet grow numb as I sprint over Blight's lawn and hammer my fists on his door.

"Stay inside Johanna. It's not safe for Victors." He says trying to drag me in by the wrists but I push him off.

I begin running into the town, where armed peacekeepers are charging against the rioters shooting at random. Closers are shutting and desperate Mothers are pleading for their sons to come back inside.

But then I see it. Burning as bright as the sun, a beautiful but deadly MockingJay painted on cloth goes up in flames. Some are cheering, some are whining as the bullets hit their stomachs but all I can do is stand in disbelief.

"Jo go home." Chuck's husky voice begs from behind me. I turn to see my best friend stood with an axe laid over his shoulder.

"Put that down and go home now. How could you have been so stupid!" I snarl at him. How could he do this? His Mother has already lost Tom and now he's willing to kill himself out stupidity. How could he do this to me?

"No. I'm here to make a stand!" He shouts rising his axe in the air.

For an uprising unless you're shot a random these are District 8 rules: Attend-50lashes. Have a weapon- death.

I am unable to watch my best friend throw his life away, I knock the axe from his hand just as the Peacekeeper comes up behind him. Dragging him to the stocks, I scream after him. The peacekeeper turns to face me. "Unless you want to die, Miss Mason, I'd go home now." He tells me blocking me with a barricade as he locks Chuck in the stocks.

"He doesn't even know what he's doing!" I shout for the first time noticing all the furtive looks being thrown my way. Right, I'm a pathetic girl stood in my pyjamas pleading with these men to let free my best friend.

Then I feel a pair of arms clench my shoulders. I turn my head.

"Get your hands off of me." I spit at the Peacekeeper.

"50lashes for attending Miss." The man says coldly.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Chuck screams. I turn to see him. His eyes are frantic with fright and tears swarm his cheeks.

The peacekeeper now tearing off Chuck's shirt looks up and smiles. "Send her home J. We don't want a dead Victor on our hands." He chuckles.

I feel my body grow in anger as I turn around and kick him in the crouch.

"Get your hands off of me before I slice open your head with an axe, you pathetic old man." I snarl as he falls to the ground.

Another begins to aggressively drag me away through the rampaging crowds as I watch the whip fall onto the back of Chuck.

"No!" I scream thrashing about with all the force I have. This boy means everything to me and him being dead would be enough to break me all together.

With all the force I have, I break from the restraints bash down the barricades and fly myself at the stocks.

"You have a brother? Because the Capitol killed his! Now ask yourself if you'd be fighting if they did that to you!" I pant as the tears fall from my eyes and the whip falls on his back.

But he doesn't stop and I cannot last a second longer so I fling myself on top of Chuck.

"Johanna no!" Blight's terrified voice shouts chucking himself between me and the whip. The drunken whine from his lips tells me he paid for it too.

"Release him!" Blight shouts at the man. "Release him or I'll get straight on that phone to Snow." Blight snarls in the man's face.

Chuck is laid limp and only just conscious on the ground. He has received 29 whips. The man releases him. "Get him out of here and don't come back!" He warns us.

I crouch down beside Chuck pressing my hand against his cheek. "What were you thinking." I cry looking up at Blight begging him to find help.

"The healers will be helping the gun wounded." He tells me.

I look into the crowd. It's smaller now. Dozens are dead or injured, others have scampered home. Like I, they undermined Snow's capability. In the crowd, I see Benjamin the Grocers son.

I beg him and his friend to carry Chuck. As they lift him, I turn my attention back to the Peacekeeper. "You better hope he's ok. Else I'll find you." I snarl in his face as we make our way through the crowds and flames.

"Not if you loose your feet." He retorts after me.

I look down to my blue snow covered feet. I leave.