AN: Sorry it's been so long… again. I used to update twice a week on each of my stories but my updates are getting longer and longer. Forgive me? I will try harder, I promise.

I do have a reason for not updating so soon though since I went to West Wales for a few days. It rained for the first two days, the third day was sunny-ish but then it rained on the last day. That's Wales for you!

I got home around 11.45am and, guess what? IT WAS RAINING! I got to West Wales nearly every year and it always rains. I can't remember a time that it hasn't rained but it was still awesome despite the sh*t weather!

We went to stay on a farm so I got to feed the horses and have long walks. I expected a little drama… but not on the first day! Someone (ME- NO SURPRISE THERE) locked the car keys in the boot/trunk of the car when the doors were locked.

So, my dad and other family members were using crowbars and wires to open the car so they can get the keys out of the boot! But I'm home now which means, somehow, they got the keys back! I thought I was going to die.

What was worse is that when it happened my dad and me were having issues and we'd only started talking again. Then that happened and I thought we would end up having another argument but he didn't even yell at me so it's good.

Jeez, this AN is probably longer than the chapter. Oops, SORRY! I apologise a lot, don't I? Just ignore me.

Go read the chapter and if anyone has any ideas for this story or any of my other's then don't hesitate to share them with me if you'd like me to try and use them.

Peeta

I can't even look at Hope as Haymitch explains what happened. I force myself to unfreeze and call for someone to checkout Jesse's leg. I take a deep breath before looking up at Hope.

Tears are falling down her cheeks, her face is pale and you can still see the hand marks from Jeremy on her neck. I want to be strong for her but I don't think I can.

While she was in the Games I had to look after Katniss and keep my feelings to myself and now she's gone and it's my entire fault because I didn't stop her. What kind of husband leaves his pregnant wife behind? And Haymitch didn't even stop her!

Silent tears start flooding my cheeks despite me trying to hold them back. "I'm sorry," I cry. "It's all my fault. It should've been me. I-I could have done something. I should have stopp-"

"We'll get her back," Hope says, throwing her arms around my neck. "She's strong. She can do this."

"What about the baby?" I sob. I sound so weak. So much for being strong…

"He's the son of two victors- he'll make it," she replies. "We have to be strong. When we get to 13 we'll order a group to go back for mom and Cinna."

Katniss

I toss and turn, the hard mattress I'm laying on making me uncomfortable."I always thought victors got to be pampered!" I yell, knowing that someone, probably Snow, is watching me through the mirror that I guess let's them see me while I only can see my reflection.

I jump off the bed and sit on the wooden chair beside my so-called bed. Deep down I am terrified of what Snow can do to me. What if he kills me? That means the baby will die, too. I can't let that happen. I have to try and be strong.

My mind wonders off to Cinna. Hours earlier we were separated and I haven't seen him since though I swear I heard a loud cry of pain that I hope wasn't him. I haven't eaten in hours and I'm starving.

"How about some plum stew?" I yell. "Or are you going to let me starve to death?"

The door opens and Snow walks in. "It's fabulous to see you again, Mrs. Mellark," he hisses.

"I would say the same thing except that would be a lie and we agreed to not lie to each other," I reply, calmly.

"That's correct," he says and he just stares at me for what seems like forever.

"What do you want, Snow?" I finally snap. "I did everything you wanted and still it's not enough. What do you want now?"

"Your baby," he smirks. I shiver runs down my spine and I bet I look like a ghost.

"You've already hurt my baby," I hiss. He laughs.

"I'm not talking about your daughter, Katniss. I'm talking about your son," he explains. I move a hand to my stomach and glance at my tiny bump.

"Well, you'll have to wait a long time before this little one arrives," I snap, trying so hard to hold in the tears that are pricking at my gray eyes.

"Not as long as you think if I get some of my men to give you drugs that will make the baby grow quicker," he grins.

"Why don't you just kill me?" I suggest. I'd prefer dying with my baby than letting him take my son away from me.

"I'd love to… except what's the fun in that? I can make your own son turn against you and then I'll put him in the Games."

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" I whisper, my walls are crumbling. I'm going to break any second.

"Because you came out alive- because you made me look stupid when you held those berries to your lips. You were clever… but not so much anymore."

"He'll come after me," I mutter. "Peeta will try to save me."

"That's correct and when he arrives we'll be waiting for him. We will make him watch you stave until you are barely alive. We will make him watch as your son starts grow into an evil man."

I don't know where I get the energy from but, somehow, I get enough strength to jump to my feet, grab the chair I was sitting on and throw it in his face.

He attempts to duck, only to fall over. I jump on top of him and wrap my cold hands around his neck. He thrashes for a few seconds before he stops and smirks.

"Kill me," he gasps. "…But my men will come after you and your family."

"Not if I kill them first!" I yell and squeeze his throat even tighter.

I hear people run into the room but all I focus on is killing this evil snake. I feel someone lift me away from him and I scream. "Let go of me! I'm going to kill him! He deserves to die!"

Someone tugs my arm roughly and I feel something, probably a needle, being stabbed into my arm. The last thing I see before I fall into a deep slumber is a man trying to bring President Snow back to life.

AN: I'm making a poll for this story: 'Shall I kill off President Snow?' I will later on even if you guys say no right now but I thought I could both kill him off now and have each person in the other districts to vote for another president or make him live a little longer as she only just got held captive.

It's up to you. Please go vote on my profile and REVIEW!