A scream of grief tore through the mentor room as Noah's limp form fell to the ground of the arena. "NOAH! NOOO!" Somehow, Beetee's feet carried him to the large viewing screen at the front of the room. "NOAH! GET UP, PLEASE - PLEEEASE, NOAH - MY SON! MY SON! GET UP!" Pressing his hands against the glass of the screen, Beetee sobbed as his fingers ached to touch his son. "NO! NOOOO!" Helplessly, he watched as a hovercraft appeared and carried his son away from the wreckage of his trap.
"Back - Noah - come back -" Wiress gasped before Beetee's screen went dark at their station. "Mama will come -" Darting out of the room, Wiress pounded on the door of the Gamemaker's control room.
"Victor Carpenter?" Plutarch Heavensbee asked staring into the inventor's large eyes.
"When - Noah -"
"I'm sorry -" The senior gamemaker was unable to return her gaze.
"Noah - bring him back - training center -" Wiress stammered still in a daze.
"You can't see them until after the Games, baby." Wiress turned as she felt a warm hand on her shoulders. Seeder blinked back tears as she met Wiress' eyes. "They fix him up after the Games are over." Shaking her head, Wiress stepped into the Gamemaker room.
"Yes, Wiress?" Seneca Crane asked as turned around surprised she had left the Mentor room. Approaching the table projecting a digitized map of the arena, Wiress's large eyes rested on him without really focusing on him.
"My Noah." She said simply.
"WIRESS! WIRESS! NOOOOOOO!" Beetee fought with three Peacekeepers who were struggling to hold him back at the door of the Gamemaker control room. "THEY TOOK HIM AWAY! THEY TOOK OUR SON! THEY TOOK HIM!"
"Back." Wiress said simply to Beetee. "Our son. Returning."
"No - No - They killed him, Wiress- they killed - THEY KILLED OUR SON!" Staring at the map of the arena, Wiress approached a keyboard built into the table. A Gamemaker reached for her hand before Seneca shook his head.
"Let her -" Seneca whispered. Tapping on the keys, Wiress brought up a map of all the tributes' locations within the arena. She instructed the program to display their positions over the last five minutes.
"My son, Seneca." Wiress insisted staring hard into the Head Gamemaker's face.
"The hovercraft took him two minutes ago." Seneca replied. "He's been eliminated from the Games." Fighting to keep his voice steady, Seneca took a deep breath. "Mrs. Tesla, your son was killed in the arena."
"Oh - baby -" Seeder gasped as Wiress crumpled to the floor sobbing. "C'mon, sweet girl, let's go." Carrying Wiress, she hurried out of the Gamemaker room with Beetee in tow.
"My wife - I need - let me hold -" Beetee gasped as the doors closed. Taking the sobbing bundle from Seeder's hands, they hurried back to the mentor room.
"Why did you come back, Three? Snow took your children. What will you do?" Brutus asked smugly. This time, no one held Beetee back before he began throwing punches at Brutus' hard face.
"No - NO! DAMN YOU!" Beetee screamed before feeling a satisfying snap of Brutus' nose. Gasping, he watched Brutus' blood drip from his fingers.
"Gone." Wiress sobbed tugging on Beetee's sleeve before leading him to their darkened station. "Gone - Beetee - gone -"
"I don't know - I don't know what we'll do - " Beetee sobbed. "Our Noah, Our Estelle - our everything, Wiress, Our beautiful children -"
"Hey." Finnick said quietly as he and Mags approached the two inventors clinging to each other in their grief. "Mags insists you two get out of here." Slowly, Mags reached for Wiress' hand. "Go upstairs and rest. Nana, what are you doing - oh -" Finnick said nothing as Mags prodded Beetee. Tears poured freely down her face as she took their hands in hers and escorted them to the elevator.
"We're home!" Beetee called automatically as the elevators to the District Three suite closed. "Kids?" Going to the dining room table, he expected to see their notebooks or stray pieces of paper with sketches. The kitchen was too clean without remnants of crumbs leading from a cookie or candy jar. "It's way too quiet in here!" He called before wandering down the hallway.
"Stelle - no napping until after homework -" Wiress began opening her daughter's door. "Oh -" She gasped as the figure changing the sheets on the bed jumped in fright. "Gearton -" She gasped. "Oh -" Blinking back tears, Gearton finished making the bed and left the room as Beetee came in.
"The kids should be home from training -"
"No -" Wiress's voice broke before she knelt on the floor and cradled a bright orange glittery pillow. "No training, Beetee - Gone -"
"Yeah, Noah's room is way too clean -" In an instant, Beetee joined his wife on the floor as he held her close. The sun had been down for several hours before the two made their way out of Estelle's room.
"They stayed here -" Wiress whispered looking at the large bed that was way too big for the family of two.
"I know." Beetee whispered. Holding each other, they sobbed as they remembered their children. The sun rose accentuating the dark circles under both their eyes. "Wire - I - I don't know what to do."
"Fight." Wiress whispered looking around the room where Estelle would have been telling Noah off for belching or farting as he woke up. "For our children. For their memory." Beetee nodded. "It's the only -"
"It's the only thing we can do." Beetee finished knowing his wife was right and that she would not give up until the cruel government that took their children was overthrown. For good.