We head off the Cornucopia and back into forest, where we decide to get some water from a tree. I volunteer and Katniss says she will cover with me. We walk a little farther away into the woods and find a good spot.

"Katniss, got that spile?" I ask Katniss. She looks a little distracted which never seems good. She lays it in the palm of my hand. And then there's a scream. I don't know whose it is but Katniss is taking off in a run. I'm not sure who she's going after. Everyone in the arena she cares about, I think, is the other way. I decide to run after her.

She does most of the hard work, cutting away branches. It's the only way I know where she's heading because she's running at the speed of light. Finally, I catch up to her stopped in the middle of a clearing. She's just wiping her arrow off, like it was nothing.

"Katniss?" I ask.

"It's okay. I'm okay. I though I heard my sister but-" She starts, but another scream starts. I would know that scream anywhere. I haven't heard it in a while but I still remember it. It's the distinct shout of Annie and it's filled with terror. I take off through the woods going deeper and farther away from the camp. I need to help her, I have to. I'm not sure what is happening but it has to be bad. I can hear Katniss shouting my name behind me, but I don't turn around. Not when Annie is in trouble.

I find the cause up high in a tree, one I can't reach.

"Annie! Annie!" I shout. I see Katniss move around me, but I don't stop shouting or giving up. A bird falls to my feet from the tree. It's a jabberjay. Only then does the shrieking stop. I pick it up. It sounded real, so real. I've heard but I didn't think it would be that real.

"It's all right, Finnick. It's just a jabberjay. They're playing a trick on us. It's not real. It's not your…Annie," she explains, out of breath. I realize I'm panting too.

"No, it's not Annie. But the voice was hers. Jabberjays mimic what they hear. Where did they get those screams, Katniss?" I ask, but don't expect an answer. I don't really want to know either.

"Oh, Finnick, you don't think they…" She starts, realizing what I'm implying. You just can't go on the computer and find a certain person screaming to record.

"Yes. I do. That's exactly what I think," I sigh. I let the bird drop to the ground, dead. Another round of screaming starts. I don't recognize it but Katniss does. I grab her arm.

"No. It's not him." I try to stop her, but she runs and drags me along. "We're getting out of here! It's not him, Katniss! It's a mutt! Come on!" She stops anyway after a long way of dragging me. We must've gotten all the way back to camp because we can see Johanna and Peeta now. We run through the trees, but there is a force field. It pushes it backward, hard. My nose hits the ground and it starts bleeding. We're trapped in here until the hour is over. We can't hear them. We can touch the wall, but that is all.

Birds start to arrive, many of them, all around the surrounding trees. Screams of horror from everyone – Annie, my mother and father, Flora, Daniel and Noah, Blair, Johanna. All of them, plus some others that must be from Katniss' past. I fall back to the ground, clutching my ears trying to keep them out but they are loud, incredibly loud and extremely close.

I feel a hand on my back and look up, not moving my hands. It's Johanna. If she can enter, that means the screaming is done. I slowly remove my hands from my ears. I stand up, with Johanna's help. We walk over to where Peeta and Katniss are standing.

"Katniss, Prim isn't dead. How could they kill Prim? We're almost down to the final eight of us. And what happens then?" Peeta asks her.

"Seven more of us die," she whimpers.

"No, back home. What happens when they reach the final eight tributes in the Games? What happens? At the final eight?" He asks. I know.

"They interview your family and friends back home." She responds. I remember watching mine back. They are filled with a little bit of happiness but also despair and lost. They think it's just luck.

"That's right. They interview your family and friends. And can they do that if they've killed them all?" Peeta asks her. He's right.

"No?"

"No. That's how we know Prim's alive. She'll be the first one they interview, won't she?"

"First Prim. Then your mother. Your cousin, Gale. Madge. It was a trick, Katniss. A horrible one. But we're the only ones who can be hurt by it. We're the ones in the Games. Not them."

"You really believe that?" She asks him.

"I really do."

"Do you believe it, Finnick?" Katniss asks me. I'm shocked that she asked.

"It could be true. I don't know. Could they do that, Beetee? Take someone's regular voice and make it…" I ask him.

"Oh, yes. It's not even that difficult, Finnick. Our children learn a similar technique in school," Beetee explained.

"Of course Peeta's right. The whole country adores Katniss's little sister. If they really killed her like this, they'd probably have an uprising on their hands. Don't want that, do they? Whole country in rebellion? Wouldn't want anything like that!" Johanna said, lifting her head to the sky, invoking the Gamemakers and Snow. It's what I wanted to do as well. It's sick. Totally sick what they just did.

We must stop it. We have to. No more hiding.

I've had this chapter saved since the weekend and forgot to upload it... Well, here it is now and quite a sad one at that!