Haymitch stands in the doorway watching Peeta and I, wrapped in our covers. He rubs his lips together and makes an awkward groaning sound. "Okay, would you star-crossed lovers get up and do something productive! I have came here with a reason! Get up!" He turns to run down the stairs. My cheeks turn a bright red. Did Haymitch really just see Peeta and I naked? Oh gosh.

Peeta strokes my blush, "I know, I'm disturbed too. But he was probably too drunk to notice otherwise."

"Do you think he could knock?" I moan, scurrying over to put on some clothes. I pick black pants that hug my legs in all the right places. For a shirt I choose a forest green sweater. I lace up my hunting boots and put them on. I braid my hair in the original 'Girl on Fire' braid I wore in the arena. Peeta got dressed quicker in simple jeans and a gray t-shirt. "Admiring the view?" I playfully ask him.

"You are beautiful." He says leaning over to kiss me lips. The kiss lasts for seems like hours. Peeta is the first to breakaway, breathlessly. "Ugh, I almost forgot, Haymitch is here." He takes my hand and leads us down the stairs.

We find Haymitch sitting at the kitchen table drinking some red liquid. "Well, it took you long enough! I have news to tell you! Big, big news!"

Peeta goes to the pantry to take out some bread he made from previous days. While he is slicing and buttering it, he says, "Nice to see you too, Haymitch. Happy news? Are your geese running away from you again?"

Haymitch rolls his eyes, "Loverboy, it's worse than geese running away," He takes a long swing from his glass, "EFFIE IS COMING!"

From across the room, Peeta almost drops the plate with bread. A small squeek is supressed in my throat. "What? Why?" I ask feverishly. "What happened. WHY IS SHE COMING BACK." As much as I loved Effie, her coming is big news. It means something very big is being planned. Something to do with the Capitol. An interview, a marriage, a baby, something that is scripted.

Haymitch grows serious, acting very sober. "There are more uprisings. In the Capitol. Now, Mockingjay, just because you killed Snow and Coin, it doesn't mean their followers are still around. People from the original Capitol, are called Capitists. Effie is a Capitist. Cinna was one, etc. Capitists were never put into the games, they watched. Some Capitists want the games back. People call them Hungerism." Haymitch's hands shake. Peeta is pounding his fists on the counter. I stay silent but do nothing to show fear.

Why would anyone risk anything to start another war? Is that why Effie is coming? To make me Mockingjay again? But Effie is a Capitist. "There can't be more Games. Never. I forbid it."

Haymitch looks up deathly, "Why would you forbid it?"

My heart is pounding faster, faster. I clench my jaw. Time to be Girl on Fire again. Time to be powerful. "They can't put people back in the Games! It's horrible amusement for Capitists! It's unfair. Shows strongest always win. No one wants to risk their children going into the Games!" I yell. Why would anyone want the Hunger Games back?

"Sweetheart, what you are saying is about The Reaping, The Districts, The Poor. I haven't finished yet. They want to put the people supporting Hungerism in the Games. That means people in the CAPITOL! Capitists! Make them feel pain! Show them what it's like!"

"Kids that are the ages 12 through 18?" Peeta asks shakily. He's always asking about the kids.

"No. Anyone. Anyone can be picked! Any one who wants the Games back! And do you know who wants the Games back? EFFIE! Why? She wants to bring people back, like she did for you and Peeta! And do you know who got picked? EFFIE! Along with her daughter!"

"Why would they do that? Yes, they are in the Capitol and have Hungerism but a mother and daughter? Who is the President now? Who is doing this?" I yell. This makes no sense. Wouldn't this just prove we are no better than the old Capitol?

"Why? The President always have had a special hatred for Capitol people. Who? You tell me sweetheart, he was your best friend." Haymitch hisses, almost flipping the table over. He stands and takes me by the shoulders, "Was your best friend."

I feel winded. My knees are going weak. I need to run, get fresh air. This is all too much to handle. Why would Gale do that? We just fought a war. Since when was Gale, President? "Haymitch, Gale isn't the President! He can't be!"

"Newsflash Sweetheart. He is." Haymitch presses harder on my shoulders. Where is Peeta? I turn to my right and see him looking evilly at the wine glass, clenching the end of the table. His eyes go blurry and fill with gray. No, no, no. Not now.

I run over to Peeta and stroke his back. "Shh Peeta. It's okay. I'm here. You are here. Your name is Peeta Mellark. I fought a war to get you back from the Captiol. I love you. Peeta. I love you."

He spins around, "Run, Katniss. Run! Quick! I'll hurt you if you don't!" In his eyes I see a pained look. He's trying to fight of the tracker-jacker venom.

That's exactly what I do. I run. Leaving Haymitch with Peeta. Faster, faster. My feet beat down the food at a record time. Where to go. Where to go? Not home. Not the forest to hunt, to many memories of Gale. Not the lake, dad is there. I need somewhere only I know of. Not Gale, Peeta, Prim, Mom, Dad. I need to rely on myself. I need to do something. I can't run away like a scared animal. I can fight back like a fearless one.

But, by feeling of strength vanishes when I see a tall women dressed in pink with her gorgeous child.

Okay dokey. I'm sorry for spelling, I wanted to get a chapter in today. Also, I didn't want to turn The Hunger Games into Twilight by having only all these lovey chapters where the girl relies on the boy the whole tie. I was always on Team District 12... lol... which means I love a little love but a lot of action. So is it horrible, good, amazing, bad, hate where I'm going with it?