Enough with the Harry Potter comments! XD The entire last chapter was based on a dream, and I know it's a lot like HP7, but really. It fit perfectly. Okay, so it's OBVIOUSLY not going to be in Katniss' POV any more, since she kind of exploded. So it's going to be in Peeta's point of view, I think for a bit, and maybe even switch to third person. I'm not sure.

OOO

PEETA'S POV

I opened my eyes in the morning and what I found made my heart stop. Had I just dreamt Katniss getting up in the night? No. She had. And she hadn't returned. My arms I had held her with last night were now empty. Primrose and Ms. Everdeen were still sleeping lightly, curled up together, oblivious to Katniss' absence. I wasn't so.

Immediately frightened, I stood up and ran to the trapdoor, only pausing to note Katniss' bow and quiver-full of arrows were gone too. The slapping of my feet against the cement woke some people, and I heard them muttering about being inconsiderate. If they only knew…

I raced over to the door and smashed it open, abruptly waking the guards on the other side.

"Where's Katniss?" I demanded loudly to them. "You let her go in the night, and she isn't back."

The fumbled around, apologizing and claiming they didn't let Katniss go anywhere. Quickly, they pressed a button on their fancy watch-things, and called more troops down to the underground bunker.

"Stay until they get here, Mr. Mellark." The Officials told me, and they dashed back inside.

I heard the clamor of waking people, and the shouts of the Officials as they got everyone up, demanding if any of them had seen Katniss or let her go. While the extra troops were arriving, I was pacing the corridor, self-loathing rising in the pit of my stomach. I was the one who let her go… I let myself give Katniss permission to exit when I was only half-awake. I hated myself… This was my entire fault.

But before I could hate myself any more thoroughly, there was a racket from above and a group of about fifty men were heading towards me, the one on front was Sergeant Harvan. He—and his men—stopped in front of me.

"What is the problem, Mr. Mellark? Why aren't the guards out here?" The sergeant demanded in his loud, barking voice.

I tried to keep calm. "Katniss vanished in the night, and her weapons are gone, too. The guards are in the bunker questioning people."

For a second the officer stood there absorbing the information, then he turned around to shout orders to his men. Two-thirds of the men were to assemble a fleet of hovercrafts, and the other third was to search the entire District 13 premises. Until all that was left, was the officer.

"You and I are going to ready the medical hovercraft and arm ourselves for going out." Sergeant Harvan waved for me to follow him stiffly, and I did as I was told.

We marched briskly down the halls, and turned a corner to go down a hallway I'd never been before. It had been roped off, but the sergeant easily stepped over it and I did the same. Now we were walking down a hallway much bigger than the normal ones, and much more modern. The ceiling was around twenty feet high, every surface lined with shiny metal. Every fifty feet or so, a door was sunken into the walls, made out of the same shiny metal, but they had all sorts of fancy bolts and security systems clung to it.

Finally, we stopped at a door, muck like the others, and Sergeant Harvan pulled out a funny square key from around his neck. He inserted it into one of the locks, and they sprang open with a grinding metallic crunch. We stepped inside and I was immediately blown away.

We were standing on a small platform about thirty feet off the actual ground. All around us, glistening hovercrafts were mounted to walls, accompanied by their own metal platforms. This room was massive and advanced, with machinery jammed into every inch of room. People all around were in white jumpsuits, fixing hovercrafts, testing their landing abilities, cleaning them. On the very bottom, an armada of at least forty hovercrafts was stationed at the very bottom.

I could see the troops Harvan had ordered down below, unhooking hovercrafts and boarding them. Personally, I could see why the Capitol was so afraid of District 13.

Suddenly, the platform we were on lurched, and I had to grab onto a guardrail as we were carried off to the side, towards a smaller fleet of much bigger hovercrafts. I assumed those were the fancy medical hovercrafts he had been talking about.

When the platform stopped, we got off and the sergeant led me to a second door, very close to the nearest medical-craft. He opened it with a hiss, and the sergeant motioned for me to wait outside. Five minutes after he told me to, he came back out with a number of straps slung over his shoulder. He went over and opened the hatch to the first medical-craft.

"If you could disengage the craft, and unscrew the caps from the headlights, Mr. Mellark." He called from inside the hovercraft.

I did as I was told.

Half an hour later, the fleet was ready to go. Specially trained doctors were stationed in the medical-craft, but I got to ride in the head of the fleet with Sergeant Harvan. When everything was set, he pulled down a small handset from the ceiling of the hovercraft.

"Open the top." He said into it and—in awe—I looked up to see the colossal ceiling above up split open to reveal the dawn sky.

I could have stood there all day gazing at the dim stars peeking through the pink haze.

"Off we go." Sergeant Harvan said again into the headset and all at once, the giant fleet of thirty hovercrafts lifted. And before I knew it, we were up into the air and zipping miles an hour across the sky.

This was like nothing I had ever seen before. The last time I had been outside, it was dark, and I didn't get to see much, but in the light of the morning, couldn't see enough. For about a mile around were we exited, there was dirt, but when the dirt stopped, grass waved hello. Mountains in the distance pointed up at the sky like children from a distance.

I whipped my head to the other side of the craft, and saw a faint strip of trees on the horizon.

Sergeant Harvan saw me looking. "That's where we're headed." He said to me over the noise of the air whooshing by. "In those trees, the Capitol people were camped out, but there is n—"

"Sergeant Harvan" A voice from the intercom above interrupted him mid-word. "We are spotting footprints down here."

I peered over the edge of the window, but could only see the little dots of hovercrafts that were meant to be skimming the ground.

The sergeant picked up his mike. "Thank you, Number Fourteen. Lead the way."

With the ground hovercrafts in the lead, we raced across the prairie. The whole time, I kept my eyes on the forest. But as we neared it, something didn't look right. A dark splotch seemed painted over part of the tree line, and slightly into the dirt in front.

"Are you…?" I leaned closer to the sergeant in confusion.

He nodded gravely. "I hope that isn't what I think it is, Mr. Mellark."

But it was.

In no less than five minutes, we were at the forest. A great burn mark like a scar slashed the trees, some of the wreckage on fire. But I was horrified to see bodies everywhere, staining the ground red with their insides. But most of the bodies were inside the forest.

The hovercraft I was in slowed, and was lowered to the ground. The sergeant waved for me to go ahead of him when the hatch opened. I jogged out onto the ground and my eyes flitted over the ground where all the dismantled bodies lay.

All the other 'crafts landed shortly after ours, and streams of Officials poured out. Only the medical hovercraft remained on.

"Mr. Mellark, you know what to keep an eye out for, right?" The sergeant looked at me expectantly with his unnerving colorless eyes. "Miss Everdeen or President Snow. If you find either one…" He pulled out of his pocket a watch that him and his crewmates all had on, too. "Press the button."

I snapped on the watch and departed from them.

The view nearly made me throw up. Bodies were strewn everywhere like candy wrappers in an abandoned street corner. The gaping shocked faces of soldiers staring blankly up at the sky. But it was not soldiers I was looking for.

I kept jogging, swerving around patches of burnt grass and fell trees. My eyes flicked from body to body, looking for a familiar olive face, or a splash of black hair. For half an hour I searched, relief getting bigger and bigger with every lifeless body that wasn't Katniss. But all that went away when I heard a long, sharp beep coming from my watch. I looked down at the miniscule screen and saw a red dot, and a green dot. Apparently, I was the green dot, so I just ran in the direction of the red. The further I ran, the closer the red blip and the green blip got to each other. When I was close enough to see the group of men, I all-out sprinted.

The seemed to be leaning over something… No, no, no I swallowed hard and pushed through the crowd of soldiers. In the middle of the circle of men, there was a doctor bending over a body. Blood was matted to a spill of scorched black hair, red staining clothes fit to a small, lean body. And a pair of beautiful grey eyes stared into the sky, unblinking.

I collapsed onto the ground, the staring face of Katniss burned into the backs of my eyelids.

OOO

Pardon the length, 'cause I couldn't end it anywhere except there. I hope you understand.