I rewrote this Chapter because I did not think it flowed very well, it DID come too fast. I think this works much better sorry for everyone who read the earlier version of this - I have tweaked it and made it much better. I changed quite a bit of this from the earlier version so enjoy.

"Prim... Prim.. Prim. Prim," I cry in a soft mumble, "This can't be happening..."

Suddenly, the Canon goes off a few times and we are both shot back into reality, "We are more than part of their Games."

I don't think I can watch this anymore... I don't think I can deal with seeing Peeta helpless, "We have to stop the games," I choke out.

"Stop the Games?" His lips begun to quiver, "This all happen because we tried to stop the Games.."

"We have to do something!" I scream, "I am not going to sit here while I let Peeta die! I'm Not!"

He begins to cry, I assume his thoughts are stuck on Annie, "How? What? We are nothing but Capitol Wh-"

"Trust me," I interrupt. He glances at me with soft eyes and speaks slowly that he doesn't want to lose me because I am all his has left. As we exit, we see the Fallen and assume there are about 6 or 8 left and Peeta... Peeta is alive by chance.

I get up and then suddenly feel a gut wrenching pain stretching along my back and I scream... I feel my back drip and realize the events that have just happen and finally sunk into my skin, "My Back.."

Finnick tries to pick me up over his shoulder but the movement of my back causes intense, painful spikes along my skin, "I-I'm sorry," Finnick mumbles as he carries me to the prep room. I am letting out muffled cries of pain as he ignores them and get me to the prep room and lays me down on the silver tray. Octavia comes in quickly after with Beauty Base Zero and I am put to sleep only to wake up no longer in pain. I take deep breathes, "Thank you..."

I twist my spine and feel I can move again and let out a sigh of contentment. Now we can do something, we head toward Haymitch and I waste no time getting straight to the point. He puts down his glass of whisky to our entrance, "Sweethea-"

"We need weapons.. A-And armor."

"What are you planning... A revolution?" he laughs... We stare in silence back at him, "Oh god, you can't be serious.'

"Haymitch," Finnick sighs.

"It's suicide."

"We're dead anyways, we were dead since the day we were reaped." Haymitch nods in agreement.

"I won't let you two kill yourselves,"

"It's not my life I am worried about, "I choke out, "It's Peeta's!"

"No," Haymitch sighs, picking up his glass again, as if this was his way of saying he does not approve. If he won't help then I will do it myself, I turn to Finnick and whisper softly, "We have to break in the Arena."

He glances at Haymitch then back at me to reply quietly, "Are you mad?"

"Perhaps," I smirk... I think I have gone somewhat insane. He glances at Haymitch then turns his head as he to follows behind. Haymitch calls after us but we ignore him, we start to run when we realize Haymitch is on our heels trying to stop us from entering the elevator, "It's suicide!" he yells.

We run as fast as we can down the elevator, pressing the floor button as quickly as possible. It shuts and we are safe for a moment. On our silent way down, we hear a siren go off and we turn to eachother both knowing it was caused by us. The door opens and we see Peacekeepers are running about, watching us but unalarmed by it all, "That was close," I sigh. We both feel sorry for hurting Haymitch like this but we have to, we both know it is wrong, we have to stop the Games.

"We've been closer," he chrismatically laughs, "Follow me." We run in the streets until we get to the Area stadium gates, we enter the wide decorated halls and I follow Finnick like a puppy, "Stay on your toes," he whispers as he jets off, chase after him. We go from the main hall to a door that said Restricted and from there was a dimly lit hallway and we could see two peacekeepers guarding another door. He runs up and slashes them with his pure killing skill and falls to a graceful stance as the dead bodies fall around him. He takes their shocking devices and throws me one before entering the door, "Almost there."

"How do you know where we are going?"

"Secrets," he smirks with delight. We enter the door and can hear bangs and booms above us... The arena is above us... He looks around and sees the elevators used to enter the arena as a tribute, he feels the metal around and turns back to me, 'We have to find another way in... It's locked."

The flaw in the forcefeild, that's it, "The force feild, we have to find it's weak spot."

"Ok," he sighs, pulling my hand and dragging me further down the dimly lit hall. We near some metal stairs and silently move up on them. We see a peacekeeper pacing about which means there are more around here, Finnick runs up stealthily and shocks him with the device, putting him to sleep. We walk past the sleeping body and see we are now in an area that looks like glass: it shows our world and the grassy land of the arena. We walk a little more and suddenly, I hear a soft buzz in the background. I turn trying to find the sound and see a gleam in the distance, "Finnick over there!" I run toward it and see a gleaming hexagon shine awkwardly, "This has to be it."

"I thought it would be... Like before..." He could be right but I decide to take a shot anyways. I turn on my shocking device and throw it a the forcefeild, it causes the pannels near it to flicker and that one pannel to turn black, I poke it; it falls at my touch, "I think it worked."

The fallen pannel shows the grassy faux world of the Captiol's entertainment. As we slip through the crack I think of what Haymitch says... That is suicide.

"Will we make it out of alive?"

"Does it matter?" Finnick smirks. I nod and stare out into the field. In the center was a cornucopia with many weapons then we see it, "We have to be fast." There was a bow and trident hidden under a mess of bodies and weapons. The ground was spongy like a forest but was of a land in the mountains. We run as fast as we could, feeling time slip between us as we step closer. We near the cornucopia and we pick up our weapons of choice.

I am Katniss Everdeen

I survived the Hunger Games. Twice.

I am a Capitol Toy

I have Finnick

We are madly insane

And we willingly just put ourselves in the Games

This is either suicide

or a revolution.

I pick up the bow and try to scavenge all the arrows as fast as I could. Thrown out of my mind, I see Finnick has thrown his trident behind me. I see a dead body shot with it, Cato's sister, she wouldn't have wanted the Games to change anyways, "Thanks," I mutter out while picking up the last of the arrows.

I examine the bow, it is perfect. The arrows are sharp and a full set of 25, I am so lucky. Finnick's trident shines off his eyes, it has the power to shock things and is made into a deadly points like my arrow heads. I look up toward Finn who is beaming with life.

"Oh it's good to be home, " he smirks feeling his trident on his fingertips as he surveys the area, "Let's go find some allies."

We are back in attack mode... It is like we never left. Good thing we're allies.