Chapter 47 –– May The Odds Be in Your Favor 2

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Jimmy POV ––

The Day Before the Hunger Games

The bell on the storefront door dinged. Two customers walked in one was a Seam woman named Betsy, a frequent visitor who ordered bread three times a week. After Evelyn left I was free to do business with anyone I wished. So I had bargained and traded with Betsy who raised chickens in her backyard. I traded bread for her eggs. It was a mutual arrangement that didn't bode well with my fellow Merchant grocer. He didn't lose my business but I bought less at his store than I usually did during the week.

It was Peeta's idea, as he grew acquainted to Katniss' neighbor in the Seam. My arrangement with Betsy worked out as she was able to provide bread for her family of five––her grandparents and two young children. The other customer was Peacekeeper Darius. He sauntered right behind Betsy his hands in his pockets as he turned his head and looked around him. The bakery was empty with the exception of Betsy and him.

A big ball of saliva formed in my throat. It didn't look good seeing Darius in my shop even though I couldn't read his face whether he was here for a loaf of bread or for Capitol business.

"Good morning, Betsy. What do you have for me today?" I greeted her as I squared my shoulders trying not to look too nervous in front of the young peacekeeper. Betsy was a lean and tall woman in her late twenties. Her husband died during the mining accident that almost took Garrett's life. Thus, she was the main provider in her family.

"Hi Jimmy," she greeted me back as she placed a basket on the counter a cloth covering her wares. Inside the basket were six small eggs barely usable for bread or cakes ingredients but I traded her with anyway because eggs for breakfast was luxury we didn't have often.

"Six eggs," I counted then turned around and started to pack three loaves of bread. It was an unfair trade but she needed the bread more than I needed the eggs. At last minute I also packed two large cookies her children.

"Oh, Jimmy. That's too much," Betsy said as I placed the items in her basket.

"Nonsense, what's two cookies going to do to my bakery? Put me out of business?" I said in jest. She smiled. "By the way, tell Mrs. Oates I'm going to run out of butter soon." Mrs. Oates had the only cow in the Seam. She traded goods and items for her milk and butter.

"Thank you, Jimmy," she said as she turned and left the bakery. Darius approached me his hands deep into his pockets formed in a fist. He looked uneasy his lips in a thin line.

"Hello, Mr. Mellark," he said in a respectful tone.

"What can I do for you Darius?"

"I want to talk to Rye," he said without ceremony.

"He's not feeling well," I lied. "It's not a good time for ––"

"Damnit, Mr. Mellark. Where is Rye?" Darius asked his patience worn and thin. For days I have avoided and distracted Darius from learning the truth about Rye's absence. "I heard that he's been sick and not showing up school. Delly is a mess, like she's been crying hours. I know something is wrong. There's rumors that he left…ran away from District 12."

"Darius," I started. "I can't…" I paused and took a deep breath, as I was about to explain the young head peacekeeper darted into the second floor taking two steps a time. He wasn't wearing his white uniform but casual clothes––light blue shirt, brown pants and chunky boots that rattled the stairs. His appearance made him looked less threatening. He was out of duty. "Darius, wait." But it was too late as he barged into Rye and Delly's room startling Mrs. Cartwright. She was in the process of dressing Tyler after his bath. "Where is Rye?"

Mrs. Cartwright screamed. "Will you keep your voice down young man, you're scaring the baby." Tyler scrunched his face as he eyed Darius. I guessed he didn't like who he saw as his lips quiver and belted a loud cry from his tiny lungs. "See, look what you've done."

She picked him up as Tyler continued to bawl. My heart ached because I knew he was missing Peeta and Rye. It's been two weeks of tantrums and tears as Tyler sought for his uncles. Peeta knew how to calm him rubbing his bare belly soft and gentle while he tried to sing to him. His voice was off key, but Tyler loved it. After the song Peeta would give him a raspberry kiss on his belly. Tyler giggled every time. Peeta would have made a wonderful… 'Stop,' I told myself. 'He's coming home. Stop talking like he's dead already.'

"Can we not have this conversation here?" I suggested as I headed downstairs without waiting for Darius to respond or react. I was too tired with my heart broken and my mind in a daze. The bakery was busier than ever that I had to hire a person for the morning shift. By noon business lulled and was manageable that I could handle the storefront. By the end of school hours, Delly resumed duty at the register.

Darius closed the kitchen door behind him. "Oh my God, Mr. Mellark. What happened back here?" The kitchen was a mess. Baking pans, tins filled the sink, contents like bags of flour, wheat and sugar in disarray on tables and countertops. There were at least two batches of burned bread still inside the pan cooling near a sink. The floor needed sweeping and pans washed inside the sink. It was a mess; I was a mess. There was only so much that Delly and my hired help could do. By the end of the day, I tried to clean and organize the kitchen as best I could but I needed Rye and Peeta's help.

I held back a sob and tears in my eyes as I noticed my son's aprons their names embroidered to display their ownership hanging on a rack. I was a man without my family. I felt lonely, empty and heart broken. When Evelyn left, a piece of my heart broke for the woman I once loved. Not the shell of the woman I lived and worked with side by side for years. Not a day goes by that I missed her– the woman I knew before Peeta was born. I never blamed or resented Peeta because he was my son.

"Sorry, it's been a rough couple of…months," I said.

"Tell me what is going on, please," Darius asked. "I have to account for everyone in 12 and when someone has been missing…just please be honest with me. If it'll make you feel better, I'm not here on an official capacity. I'm here as a concerned citizen and a…friend."

I eyed Darius for a few seconds. He was honest and fair young man who was doing his job. "Um..Rye went and joined the rebellion," I admitted. My son's life was at stake and because even though Darius was a peacekeeper through and through, he was also one of us––he was from 12. I would suffer the consequences since I still had Delly and Tyler to keep safe. I'm angry at Rye for putting his family in this position. "With Graham dead and Peeta gone, it was too much for him."

"He abandoned you?" Darius said in astonishment and a bit of surprised. "To join the rebellion? Damn, Rye. I didn't think he had in him." I was gobsmacked. "You Mellarks keep surprising me."

"Huh?" My brows lifted as I'm puzzled by his response.

"Rye and Graham talked about…" He looked around through the opened window in the kitchen. Then said in soft tone. "They heard about the rumors of the MockingJay and his rebels. How they wanted to join and help."

"They did?" The revelation astounded me. I never knew their interest. I mean with Graham he became involved because of Tyler. I was reluctant for him to be involved but he was a grown man with family of his own to protect. I never denied his right to do so, but Rye was different. He had never shown any interest or concern. "You know about the rebellion?"

"Mr. Mellark, I hear reports from the other districts," he snickered. "I get updates everyday."

"Should you be…I know don't be concern that your…the people you are guarding talk about rebellions and the MockingJay." Darius shrugged his shoulders.

"What am I supposed to do put people in jail because they're talking? It's just talk," he admitted. "I know my job as head peacekeeper here is temporary." If that was true, why hadn't Snow replaced him yet? He had ample time and opportunity. "Besides, a lot of things have been going on." Then he stopped. "Sorry didn't mean to unload with my business."

"It's okay, I understand," I returned.

"So that is why I'm here," Darius began. "I am a peacekeeper it is my job to take in account of all the citizens in District 12. But Rye is my friend…"

"What are you saying Darius?" I felt a tinge of hope but it was fleeting. I had too many days of hope and wishes only to be disappointed and devastated. Tomorrow was one of those days that I prayed that the odds, luck and time were on our side. Tomorrow the MockingJay was going to rescue my son from the arena.

"I can only hold off the information…that Rye is sick until the school year ends." Which would occur in two days. "But when the new head peacekeeper arrives…"

"I understand," I stated. Darius was keeping Rye 'disappearance' a secret for as long as he could. I hoped that Jay would send my son's ass home once Katniss and Peeta was rescued. Like Prim, I wouldn't be able to talk or see Peeta again, if ever. But he would be safe and far away from Snow's clutches and machinations. I feared for his safety more than ever. He wasn't safe in Capitol or Panem; he would be forever far from my grasp––no birthdays or celebration until the war was over. "When is the new head peacekeeper to arrive?"

Darius shifted his feet, removed his hand from his pocket as he ran rubbed the back of his head. "That's the thing, everyday I've been expecting any notification. I mean hell I didn't want this in the first place. I'm way in over my head."

"Darius, you mean to tell me you still don't know," I said aghast and surprised by his admission. "What's going on?" It was unlike Snow to leave a district unsupervised by an official head peacekeeper. "Are you sure President doesn't want you to keep the position? Maybe he is lining you up for the job?"

"No, I don't think so," Darius replied. There was something in his demeanor that puzzled and bothered me. He had an inkling. "I would have known already."

"Darius, I'm not asking your to reveal any secrets but do you have any idea what's going on?" My skin was on fire and my nerves raw. I felt a shift in the air. Normally, I was too busy worrying about Peeta and my family but this was something…it was ominous and chilling, the feeling that crept up my spine.

"I've been getting orders to…" He bounced on his feet left to right and back. I noticed that I was a nervous tick of his. "My orders has been to reassign hundreds peacekeepers for the past three weeks. If you haven't noticed but our numbers are smaller now." I actually hadn't been paying attention. My life's purpose consisted the boys and Delly––my family, my lifeline.

"That's odd, Darius," I said. "Any ideas what is happening? Why Snow is pulling his peacekeepers from this district."

"I don't know, and I don't like it," he confessed. I agreed with him. I didn't like it either.

After dinner we had mandatory viewing of the Tribute Dinner. I was starved to see Peeta that my heart almost burst when he appeared on screen.

"Dad, Peeta looks so handsome and Katniss so gorgeous," Delly said. "I almost didn't recognize them." They did look handsome together, polished and refined like they were member of the Capitol citizenry. Their transformation was shocking yet impressive. I sighed. "I always thought they were beautiful together as a couple. They would have been…" She stopped. Tyler yawned in her arms as she held him.

"I know, Delly. I know." She stopped because I knew what she was going to say. That Peeta and Katniss would have made a beautiful bride and groom on their wedding day. I sighed. I was so tempted to tell Delly of Jay's plans but I didn't want to bring her hopes up too much if they failed.

"Look, Tyler." She pointed to the screen. "Your uncle Peeta is dancing with Aunt Katniss. They must have taught him how to dance because I know that your Uncle Peeta is all left feet when it comes to dancing." I smiled. Delly was right because Peeta was not coordinated especially when to came to dancing. In school they had taught them the basics but beyond that he was not a good dancer. However, on screen he held Katniss in his arms as he has danced with her all his life––they were perfection. They glide through the dance floor as they were the only two people existed his eyes soft adoring her.

Later that night after securing my poor lonely daughter-in-law and my grandson in the house as they slept, I crept towards the Undersee home.

"Jimmy, what the hell are you doing here at this late hour?" Heath Undersee asked in a hushed tone as closed his door and led me to the living room. His daughter Madge was there as well as she had a book on her lap, reading as I assumed. "Maybe you can help me see reason to my daughter." 'Huh, what did I had gotten myself into?' A family squabble was the last thing I needed.

"Heath?"

"My eldest daughter has been sneaking around gathering her classmate to meet up late at night," he said. "It seems that Madge has started her 'little rebellion' of her own." He waited for me to react or respond. I was too tired to do either. "Jimmy? You don't look surprised." I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh hell, Jimmy. Don't tell me you're okay with this? Don't tell me you've' known all this time?"

"Dad, keep your voice down," Madge said as she looked out the window.

"You young lady are in big trouble. If you think that I will stand––"

"Heath, stop," I barked. "What do you expect? Our district was attacked, my eldest son is dead. Peeta and Katniss are in the games." I had to choose my words carefully without revealing my conversation with Darius. "You're the mayor, Heath you got to have noticed that the Capitol is pulling some of the peacekeepers from District 12."

"Well, I have noticed and Peacekeeper Darius informed me that they were needed to aid the other districts who were causing problem." Darius had never mentioned that during our conversation that afternoon. I wondered if that was Snow idea as for their explanation of why their numbers were dwindling.

"Bullshit," Madge commented. "And you know it, Dad."

"No, I don't know," he retorted. "And I don't appreciate that language from you." As father and daughter argued, watching them made me miss my boys. We never argued much since all the emotional upheaval was caused by Evelyn's tirades. Her temper alone was enough for all of us to avoid any confrontations amongst us. Knowing that fact made me in awe and grateful for how kind and loving my sons had become despite their environment. I was also grateful for their choices of women in their lives––women who complimented them.

"Dad, why are not seeing what's in front of you," Madge said. The mayor's daughter was a kind and thoughtful girl. I had hoped either Rye or Peeta would pick her for a wife. Not that I had anything against Delly or Katniss. Especially Katniss because I knew that Peeta never wanted anyone but her.

I had never thought his choice for a wife would lead to anything. She was Seam––a notch already against her and any union between them was impossible. But you love whom you love. And what kind of parent would I be to deny Peeta his chance for love, to see that look in his eyes whenever he was around Katniss. Nope, I never questioned my boy's choice for their love life. They were all perfect for them.

"I'm telling you something is wrong," Madge's voice interrupted my train of thought. "You just don't move that many soldiers away from the district. They are supposed to keep us in check, making us feel afraid. We're being…" She stopped. I didn't know why.

"Abandoned," I added. "She's right, Heath. I don't like it. I mean maybe we should be celebrating in the streets because Snow is making it look like we are being given a sense of freedom, some independence. But he doesn't give you anything for nothing in return."

Heath sighed. He looked tired as if there was a weight on his shoulders. As the mayor of district 12, he had more to carry in his job description––the lives in his district to keep safe and watch over their interests, not that the Capitol or Snow permitted it. All the districts were kept on a leash––telling us how to live, who to love and who lived and who died. It was the way of life.

Not anymore.

"What do you want me to do or say?" Heath asked. "We're just simple people against an army of trained soldiers."

"Dad, I'm not saying to fight them. All I'm saying is we need to do something," Madge said. "I…passed my reaping age. I was lucky. It hasn't been easy watching relatives and friends reaped over the years. Think of Toby when he comes of age."

I thought of Peeta, my son the tribute who volunteered for Prim. He was done and he didn't have to volunteer but he did for the girl he loved. I thought of Tyler, my sweet innocent grandson who lost his parents just a few weeks ago. In a few years it'll be him standing with a group of boys. I couldn't bear it, to go through it again with my grandchildren.

"So do what you expect to accomplish with meeting with your classmates?" Heath asked resignation in his voice.

"We've been making plans," Madge started. She explained how both Merchants and Seam children have been organizing in case we need to evacuate the district. It was an incredulous plan, one that may not work. "Because the soldiers have left, it's to our advantage."

"What do you mean?" Heath asked.

"We've been preparing in case…in case we need to leave," she answered. How do I explain to Madge that even if she and her classmates made plans, Snow would never let us leave. That even if the number of soldiers were dwindling, we were in danger. Snow annihilated 13 he can do so with 12 with a blink of an eye. But I wasn't about to disappoint her. She needed to feel…useful. I didn't want to dash her hopes and dreams.

All night I tossed and turned in bed because in a few hours, Jay was sending two rebels to rescue Peeta and Katniss. He would have done so himself but many of us disagreed. He was the heart of the rebellion. Had anything gone wrong we couldn't afford to lose him. We needed him to be alive and not captured by Snow. He only agreed because of his disability to not participate in the rescue mission.

"I want the maximum guarantee of success for this rescue mission. I would only put Katniss and Peeta in danger," he said before he left for the mission. He then turned to me. "I'm going to bring out children home, Jimmy," he swore. I held my tears at bay.

"Besides, I think that you and I will become family someday," he teased. "I want to thank you for having such a fine young man for my Katniss. I couldn't ask for a better future son-in-law." We both chuckled at the idea.

The mandatory viewing for the official opening ceremony was held at the courtyard in front of the Justice Building. Since the number of peacekeepers were lessened, a few stood guard at the outskirts of the yard. Tyler was restless as I held him in my arms. He fidgeted and looked around him. I bounced in his little body in arms enjoying the smell of powder and linen on his soft skin. It was a beautiful day for a horrifying event. No one missed the irony.

Delly, Madge and their classmates were forced to watch during school period. No one was exempted unless you were sick and infirmed so both Rye and Garrett was not in attendance. I wondered if Darius knew the truth of their absence and just chose to ignore it because he too paid Lily a visit which I heard.

Lily stood with the Hazelle Hawthorne. Her eyes were puffy as I knew she had been crying. I had planned to visit the Everdeens but had not the energy or inclination. People stopping by and sending their condolence already grated my nerves that I avoided leaving the bakery unless necessary. Behind Lily were Joe and Wayne. They stood or rather flanked her like two bodyguards eyes alert and moving about in the crowd.

The Cartwrights and Edgewood supported me as all eyes were on both Lily and me––the parents of District 12 tributes. Drones hovered above us. I was too nervous and scared to have noticed another drone that drifted indiscreetly behind a column. Had I paid attention I would have taken observed that it was smaller than the Capitol drones––sleeker in design.

I could barely focus or concentrate as Flickerman and Templesmith opened the ceremony––so much fanfare on an event that resulted in the death of so many innocent children. Music blared, drums beat as citizens clapped and yelled with glee and anticipation. It was sickening.

The next twenty minutes Flickerman summarized the lives of all 24 tributes. "This year's games is the most anticipated," Flickerman said. "Never before had we had tributes with so much talent. This is so exciting." Behind him images of Peeta and Katniss' talent performance was projected on large screen as well as the tributes from Districts 1 and 2.

"District 1 and 2 better watch out," Templesmith blustered. "They finally have competition this year."

"Yes, they do," Flickerman scoffed. "It's about time too." They both laughed.

Then the moment arrived. The monitored displayed the infamous cornucopia. The tributes had not yet arrived or 'launched' into the arena. I turned my head and looked at Lily. She had a hand covering her mouth her eyes crinkled with worry. Her blue eyes met mine for few seconds. Suddenly, the tributes were introduced. I searched for Peeta, my baby boy. He was dressed in dark brown pants and a light jacket. He had his eyes closed as the sunlight blinded him. "Peeta," I said his name low and soft. "Stay alive, son. Just on hold and stay alive."

The countdown started and Peeta was still dazed as he struggled to open his eyes. "Open your eyes, Peeta. Focus." Of course, his first reaction once his vision cleared was to search for Katniss. He gestured to her then steadied himself. The bell rang and Peeta stepped off the platform. Suddenly, a large explosion filled the screen blowing up the cornucopia and all its' contents.

Jay and I debated whether it was a wise decision to blow up the supplies and weapons. He argued that it would level the playing field amongst the tributes especially Districts 1 and 2. But doing so also gave Peeta and Katniss a disadvantage.

"We are taking away the weapons so they can't kill each other anymore," Jay disclosed.

"I doubt that's not going to stop the tributes from 1 and 2, Jay," I reminded him. "They're going to think it's part of the games."

"It doesn't matter," he returned in a dismissive manner. "Our kids will find a way to survive, besides if my plan works they will be out of the arena and that is all that matters."

The monitor turned dark for a few seconds. Everyone was astounded and stunned. They couldn't make any sense what was happening. Little did they realize that Peeta and Katniss were being rescued from the arena. Then the screen illuminated. People were transfixed on the monitor. On the screen was District 5's power plant. It was the district that ran the power source to the Capitol and most of Panem.

High above as seen from a camera, rebel soldiers fought against peacekeepers. Behind the soldiers in white hid behind power stations for cover. They were destroyed from explosions planted by Jay's and his men. Jay's plans were simple in paper but difficult in execution. His plans were threefold. The main plan was that a team would blow up the stations that powered the arena and gamekeepers building while two rebels snuck in to the arena to help Peeta and Katniss. Another group of rebels were to disable all forms of transportation in District 6.

Meanwhile, Haymitch and his allies were in the Capitol executing Jay's other plans. The most important of all was Haymitch and Beetee's instructions––disable the game's programming in the arena and provide the exits for Peeta and Katniss' escape. Three missions in tandem, executed with precision that there had no room for error. More than 100 lives were involved and the only purpose––to help my son Peeta and Katniss escape the arena. There were so many factors to go wrong and it was also suicidal as all three areas were well guarded.

Then to my utter astonishment and disbelief the MockingJay's face appeared on the monitor. He hid his face behind a black hood and his voice in disguise.

"Fellow citizens of Panem, mark this day as the beginning to the road of freedom. It will be a long and perilous road but worth the sacrifice. This day is the beginning for a new world without tyranny, poverty, starvation and injustice. This is my solemn vow to you. We will live in a nation free from oppression, free from a government run by greedy men who live off our backs as we toil and endure harsh and insufferable conditions while they watch our children kill each for entertainment. Well, no more. Cornelius Snow will be held accountable for every child he ripped from their family. The new Panem will rise from the ashes, the new Panem will abolish the barbaric games that pit child against child. For years I have stay hidden living amongst you. Living in fear for my family's safety."

"Do not be afraid. For fear is also our enemy. We must not be afraid anymore. And until we conquer our fear we will continue to live under Snow's reign. We must fight, we must fight together. I swear on my soul that we will persevere. I will fight until my last breath."

Loud collective gasps filtered into the air as the MockingJay removed his hood that covered his face. It was painted black but you can see his piercing gray eyes and dark hair. "My name is Garrett Everdeen from District 12 and I am also the father of tribute Katniss Everdeen. I am the MockingJay. No more will I hide behind my mask and my men. No more will I let my fear guide me. I am not afraid to face Snow and the Capitol. Join me, join me in freeing Panem from men who have played with our lives and our children's lives like pieces in a game. Will you stand by me and fight against Snow or you will continue to let him toy with our lives as if our lives don't matter? It is your choice." The transmission ended as abruptly as it started. 'Why Jay? Why expose your self and your family to Snow?' Why now?

The screen turned black but a second later new images unfolded––fights in districts, images that were held from the public, from the people of Panem. Jay's other doppelganger blew up train depots; warehouses broken into that stored Capitol goods such as liquor, can goods, perishables, rolls of material––silk, linen, poplin and other luxuries denied to the rest of the other districts. Reserved only for the citizens of the Capitol.

But the next images shocked me. Peacekeepers on the run as rebels attacked with such voracity. It was frightening and encouraging as doppel MockingJay led the charge. I could see why Garrett finally revealed his identity but at what cost? Why now with the new revolution was its' infancy.

I turned my head to look at Lily. She was gone and so were Wayne and Joe. I sighed in relief. It seemed Garrett had another game plan besides rescuing Peeta and Katniss from arena. And again I wondered what made him expose himself and reveal his true identity in the midst of the rescue mission.

"Oh my God." Both Seam and Merchants reacted to the revelation that Garrett Everdeen was the MockingJay.

"That was Garrett."

"Garrett Everdeen is the MockingJay." Voices around me fluttered in the air with a tone of disbelief and shock.

"That's incredible." So many emotions and reactions surfaced that it was difficult to discern if people were happy with the news or not. Darius looked stunned like he was hit by a hovercar as his peacekeepers looked around wondering what to do or say.

Hushed voices continued to buzz. From out of nowhere loud screams and thundering sounds of footsteps resonated in the air. I turned around to find masses of school children running to their parents laughing and screaming for joy. "MockingJay, MockingJay, MockingJay."

Ahead of them was Madge Undersee. She had a big smile on her face as she met up with her parents. Heath looked as stunned as I felt. I wanted to join in their jubilation but my thoughts were focused on Peeta and what was happening in the arena. Fear. Anxiety. Helplessness. Relief. Elation. A gamut of emotions jumbled my mind.

Delly appeared before me wrapping her arms around my waist. "Dad, did you see?" she began. "Mr. Everdeen is the MockingJay. He and his men are rescuing Peeta and Katniss in the arena. They're going to bring Peeta home." There was mirth in her eyes pure unadulterated joy. I didn't want to burst her bubble. When Peeta and Katniss were rescued they could never come back to 12––never to come home because they would be fugitives. There was mayhem and chaos in the courtyard that Darius was forced to order his soldiers to rein us in.

"How did you know?" I asked my daughter-in-law.

"Rye, told me," she revealed. "He told me before he left."

"You knew he––"

"Everyone the mandatory viewing is over," Darius announced. "Clear the courtyard." He turned to me his eyes stared into mine. He was not pleased. "If you do not clear the premises I will arrest every single one of you." Then his next words paralyzed me for few seconds. "I want Mrs. Everdeen found. Search the Seam, search everywhere." 'Oh, God Garrett, what have you done?' He looked into the screen as more images flashed this time with the original video with Peeta being whipped by Cray. I flinched as I watched in horror reliving the feelings of anger and despair when Jay televised the video the first time.

"You!" Darius' voice startled then pointed to me. "Mr. Mellark will be taken in for questioning."

"What?" Delly asked with a look of fear on her face.

Without a single word, I placed Tyler into her arms. "Take my grandson, Delly. Don't worry. I'll be okay."

"But––" Tears brimmed her eyes, she was scared and so was I, but I learned from Peeta's example. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. He had done so many times––faced Snow and the Capitol as I could do the same without showing fear or regret.

"Delly, please do as I ask," I insisted. "Go home to your parents. I don't know how long I will be." This was what Peeta felt when he was questioned inside the Justice Building––fear, anxiety, hopelessness. I didn't know what was going to happen to me, but before the peacekeepers escorted me to the building Madge joined Delly's side.

"Mr. Mellark," she cried out. "Don't worry about Delly and Tyler. I will take care of them for you until you come back. I promise." There was a look in her eyes. A look of determination and confidence I needed, knowing that someone was watching over the rest of my scattered family. I was prepared for this––Darius questioning me once the rescue mission was underway. I just never anticipated Garrett to reveal himself as the MockingJay. He should have told me, warned me of what he was preparing to do and sacrifice. I gathered all the strength I could muster for my family. Garrett was right; this was the beginning. I could do this for Peeta and for Rye.

The bell has been rung and there was no turning back.

Haymitch POV ––

I haven't felt this scared, anxious and pissed in a long time. Suddenly memories of my reaping and games flashed in my head. The gamut of emotions that I felt reminded me of my arena. Twenty-four years later, they still haunted me. I shook my feelings and memories from my head. It was not the time to…feel sorry for myself and throwing around what if's and wishes.

Everything was perfect and working according to plan. However, Hawthorne's presence in the Capitol derailed my sense of optimism. If he was working for President Coin, Jay and I wondered how many of her spies infiltrated MockingJay's army? This was the main reason why I volunteered for Jay's other plan––abduct and help potential enemies from Snow. Remove people who might be accused of collusion. My main concern was Effie and Cinna. I didn't worry about Antoine and Desi since they are entrenched into Capitol's high society. Snow wouldn't suspect a thing. Antoine and Dessie would feign ignorance and accuse me of spying and using them in guise of a long friendship.

"Haymitch, come on," Finnick O'Dair said as he nudged my arm. I was dressed in black––shirt, pants, boots and a hood to cover my painted face. After I had made my appearance at the Mentor's meeting before the opening ceremony, I headed straight to the 'penthouse' where Effie, Cinna and I were to monitor the games. However, I took a short trip into the building where both Peeta and Katniss' were to be 'launched' into the arena.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.

"I really don't want to be doing this," I admitted. My plan was to retrieve and kidnap both Effie and Bertie soon after Peeta was launched into the games. Finnick and I had to shoot two peacekeepers who protected and guarded Peeta just as two other guarded Katniss. I hated the idea of drugging them with a sleeping agent but it was necessary. Bertie knew the plan but Effie didn't.

Flashback ––

During the Tribute Dinner, the night before the Hunger Games

"Hello, Haymitch," Dr. Roberta 'Bertie" Carlyle announced herself as she stood next to me. Both she and I watched Peeta and Katniss as they glide around the dance floor. "Are you enjoying yourself this evening?"

"Good evening," I returned as I looked at her father-in-law. Snow was busy glaring at my tributes to realize I was in conversation with his daughter-in-law. "I'm fine. Food and drink in the belly. All is good, Dr. Carlyle. How about yourself?"

"Please, don't be so formal," she said. "You can call me Bertie." She uttered while she took a sip of her wine.

"Bertie," I repeated. "Are you ready for tomorrow?"

"Yes, but…"

"Are you having second thoughts?" I said as I turned to her. Bertie looked sheepish. "Tell me now if you having second thoughts." She shook her head.

"No I certain, positive of my decision," she claimed. "If it was just me, I have no qualms, but I'm scared for my daughter. I am ripping her from a life she has only known. But…"

"How are you going to explain Amelia's…absence to Snow? Doesn't she usually watch the games with dear ole grandpa?"

"Cornelius found out that Amelia visited Peeta again," she confessed. "It was bad the first time and she was barred from any parties and visits with her friends so when she snuck in the mansion to see Peeta when he was here? Well, let's just say that he was…beyond livid. Amelia was 'quarantined' to her room since and was not allowed to watch the opening ceremony with her grandfather."

"Oh, that's…timely," I said. The plan to help remove Amelia and Bertie from the Capitol was also risky since both had bodyguards. However, since Amelia was locked and quarantined her room, she was easier to 'kidnap' from the mansion. No one would be watching her.

The Snow mansion had secret corridors that the Amelia knew about. That was how she was able to sneak out and visit Peeta without her bodyguard's knowledge. She had used a secret corridor to visit Katniss and Peeta when they were invited to dinner days before. Little Snow was a handful but her activities worked to our advantage. Bertie would sneak Amelia out to the garden where two visitors would sneak her out of the mansion. Meanwhile, Snow had demanded that Bertie be the medic that injected Peeta with another GPS. Meanwhile Cinna was assigned to inject Katniss.

"Before anything else, I just want to say thank you," I said. "I know what this will cost you. This isn't easy. I know that. The risks you will be taking." I sighed. "But are you sure? Are you sure you want to…leave…to leave your home, your husband and lifestyle?" The music and dancers continued to play around us. This wasn't exactly a safe place to have this conversation but neither Bertie nor I could ever meet. We had no common ground; a friendship to strike between us was improbable.

"You are right," she confessed. "This was not an easy decision especially for Amelia, but she is the reason why I want us to leave. I cannot…do not want her to grow up thinking that killing other children is right. That forcing other children to kill each other is right and okay."

"I don't understand you, but do respect you," I said. Bertie Carlyle was a doctor, a healer for the sick. She didn't take lives; she saved them. I understood that she didn't want her daughter to think taking a life was a norm. So when Antoine informed me of his plan I was skeptical. Why would she leave all the luxuries of the Capitol to live life like a normal person in the districts? But she was persistent and wanted out. So the only way to make it easy was to 'kidnap' Amelia and Bertie, to make it appear they were forced. "Thank you for helping Peeta remove his…" I looked around me.

Our other concern was Peeta's original tracker on his arm. When we were told that Snow ordered Bertie to add another one on his forearm, we knew we had to think of something to rid them the both of them during the escape plan. This is where Bertie came into the fold––into our escape/rescue plan. Before Peeta was to be launched into the arena Bertie would pretend to inject him with another GPS tracker. She wouldn't.

Also, I didn't realized what she was doing when she had placed Peeta inside the body scan at the mansion. It was all planned out by Jay and his Capitol contacts which to my surprise included none other than Snow' daughter-in-law, Dr. Roberta Carlyle. "It wasn't easy. We needed to get Peeta into the mansion and…the only thing we could think of was to injure him so he had to see me for his injuries while you attended dinner with Cornelius. Once I had him scanned, I send an EMP pulse to the tracker that Cornelius injected weeks before. The pulse will effectively be turned off for good, disabling it."

"I understand, but the peacekeeper didn't have to hit Peeta that hard," I scolded. Bertie sighed.

"We had to be convincing," she said with a pained look on her face. I had to let that matter go. Peeta was fine after a few hours with a little TLC from his girl. But as Bertie assisted us she made demands of her own––help her and Amelia escape the Capitol as well. Bertie, Amelia and then Hawthorne added to my anxiety and stress. Once the plans were executed, Peeta and Katniss safe from Snow, Bertie and Amelia removed from the Capitol, I'm taking bottles of whiskey and drink myself blind. I'd deserve it.

End of Flashback ––

This last minute plan happened too fast to my liking that we needed to recruit help from inside the Capitol. I was surprised when the Victor from District 4 Finnick O'Dair volunteered. We weren't friends in any account but bonded by our experience as victors in our own arena. I shouldn't be surprised of his involvement with the rebellion but was anyway.

"You should know that I've wanted out for some time," he started. "I don't understand why you're surprised I volunteered to help you." I wasn't really interested with his reason or motivation but was curious.

"What about Annie?" His girl that he loved but couldn't acknowledge in case Snow would use her against him.

"Annie is back in District 4," he explained. "I convinced Snow that she is too traumatized to come and watch the games." He sighed. "Which is the truth anyway. Her Capitol medic confirmed with Snow." He adjusted the rife in his hand. "Once the ceremony starts, I made plans for her and Mags to be moved to safe location where no one will find them" Finnick O'Dair––who knew he was a man of integrity and courage. All I knew was that he was Panem's Gold Boy just like Peeta Mellark. He was the Capitol's number one play toy. I thought of my years as…

"Get ready, Haymitch," he announced as he placed his hood over his face and cocked his rifle. Everything happened so fast as Finnick and I barged into the room, put down two peacekeepers and drugged both Effie and Bertie. Like she said, it had to look convincing so Bertie knew it was coming as she didn't resist Finnick but Effie put up a fight.

I knew she would so I was prepared for her resistance as she almost kneed me on the balls. She struggled a bit as I placed the cloth over the mouth and nose. "Shh, Effie. It's okay, don't fight me, please," I whispered in her ear as I dragged her out the room. I ignored Peeta's screams as he drifted upward into the hole in the ceiling. 'Please forgive me, Peeta.' I said as his eyes met mine. He didn't know it was me. He was angry and scared as he beat the glass around him with his clenched fists.

"Effie, Effie," his voice muffled by the glass enclosure.

When Effie was finally slacked and fell into unconsciousness I held her in my arms. "Geez, you're not as light as I thought you looked. You weigh like a ton." I huffed and dropped her to the floor carefully. I placed a hand on my lower back.

"Haymitch, you really don't know anything about women," Finnick snickered. He already had Bertie on ground as he dragged her into the corridor as well. "You don't say shit like that even if she's out like a light." He rubbed a hand over his neck. "Pick her up already and let's go."

"Cinna," Finnick said his name as he ran towards us. He was accompanied by his team–– Flavius, Portia, Venia and Octavia. With all of them we were able to transport both Effie and Bertie to a hovercar. Venia was at the driver seat as we loaded the inside the cab.

"Cinna, be careful," Finnick said. "You know where to go. Don't stop no matter what." He started to remove his clothing, wiped his face from the black foundation. Underneath our black attire, we had another set of clothes.

"What about you and Haymitch?" he asked as everyone settled into their seats. Finnick and I were dressed into formal opening ceremony clothes. Cinna dropped us off behind Snow property by a little building.

"And why am I dropping you off here?" Cinna asked in suspicious and cautious tone.

"Haymitch and I have one more task," Finnick explained. "We'll meet you at the rendezvous point. Remember, don't make any stops."

Cinna looked skeptical but relented. "May the odds be in your favor."

"Same to you," I said back.

Cinna drove off. "Let's go Finnick," I ordered. "Amelia is supposed to be in the garden right about now." We meandered around until I found manhole on the ground covered with plants and ivy. Finnick hesitated as I dropped into the hole. I looked up to him as he squinted back at me. "What's wrong? Please don't tell me you're claustrophobic? You knew we were sneaking into the Snow's mansion via underground tunnels."

"No, it's not that?" he sighed. I was losing patience.

"What for God's sake?"

"Um…my stylist took weeks to make me this suit…" I waited for further explanation. "…I'll get it dirty in there with all…"

"Oh my God, just get your fucking pretty boy ass in here," I said my teeth clenched in frustration. "Geez, why do I get the divas?"

A few yards later and with Finnick cussing up a storm over his disheveled state which consisted of his shoes soaked with an inch of water, we climbed back up another manhole. Finnick sighed in relief as he also brushed cobwebs and debris from his precious suit. I looked him over as I had to admit he looked charming and handsome dressed in metallic blue coordinated slack and jacket. "You do realize we're leaving the same way we came in, right?" I addressed.

"So why are dressed like this if we're going to kidnap…escort Snow's out of the mansion through these tunnels?" he asked. I remained silent as I worked my way through Snow's garden maze. The maze was designed and shaped like a rose with a bench in the center. That was where Amelia was told to wait for her mom.

She appeared before us dressed in a pantsuit ready for travel a small travel bag on the bench beside her. She gasped in surprised as she watched us walked towards her. "Finnick," she screamed as she ran to him arms extended. "You're here. Oh my gosh."

Her little body crashed onto his surprising him. I smothered a laugh as I looked at Finnick's face; his reaction was one of shock and embarrassment. Sure he was accustomed to women and even some men's throwing themselves at him, but not a 12 year-old girl especially if she was the President of Panem's granddaughter.

"Mom said that she had a surprise for me," she started. "I know grandpa was really mad at me for disobeying him again." She rattled on not noticing me. "But mom said that since I can't watch the games, she said we were taking a little trip and giving me a surprise."

I watched as Finnick finally figured out why he accompanied me dressed to impress. Bertie revealed Finnick was Amelia's favorite victor. Finnick O'Dair was bait.

Maddy POV ––

It had been a good fifteen minutes since I ordered our group to run. I was frustrated and annoyed. The MockingJay warned Shane and me about Katniss and Peeta––that they would not leave the arena without the other tributes.

Flashback ––

"I cannot emphasize how important that you realize how stubborn and…" He stopped and took a deep breath. "By all accounts Peeta and Katniss, they are two peas in a pod very loyal to each other but also one the most stubborn and kind hearted people you will ever meet."

"What are you saying, sir?" I asked.

"You know my orders," he stated. "Once you enter the arena, you are make sure you get them out of there and get to the opening. Don't hesitate or slow down, but…you will get resistance from either one of them."

"I don't understand, resistance? Why?"

"One or the other will insist that you take all the other tributes," he explained.

"What, we can't gather all of them and get them out, we have a time limit," I said. "A large group would slow us down."

"I'm quite aware of that Maddy, but I'll tell you right now. They won't leave without them," MockingJay sighed. "I'm just trying to figure out which one." I grumbled. The plan was already risky and to find out that Peeta or Katniss would insist on taking everyone made our odds slimmer. "If I had my choice I'd rescue all of them, but knowing Peeta and Katniss. They will probably insist on it."

"I bet it's going to be Mellark, sir," Shane spoke as he had been quiet all this time.

"I don't know, they're both altruistic in nature," Jay announced.

"But I think it'll be the girl, Everdeen," I commented. "She'll insist on it."

"It won't really matter whom, because like I said it'll be one or the other," he returned. "And once the other has spoken, he or she will follow suit."

"So what do we do?" Shane inquired. "They can't insist and make us take everybody."

"They will and I guarantee you, you won't go anywhere without them," Jay followed his train of thought.

"Just make your life easier and prepare to take all of the ones who will follow you. But I insist on this. Your priority is Katniss and Peeta. Do you understand? Do what you must to guarantee everyone's safety but they must be first."

End of Flashback –

Now as soldier I knew to obey his command. When he approached his men for the mission Shane was quick to volunteer even though he was still hurt from his injuries. I couldn't let him go without me that I too volunteered to go with him. Shane looked surprised and a bit annoyed. I didn't confront him until we were alone which was rare. Days after his recovery, he stuck with Prim. She helped with his injuries as I knew she was a healer, but as a women I didn't see her a medic but a rival for Shane's attention and affections.

After almost losing him, I finally knew what I wanted. I just had to find the courage to tell Shane. Would he believe me? I didn't know since it was my fault that he didn't trust me. I didn't blame since I did lead him on, used him and broke his heart––twice. But I had to try.

Flashback ––

The night before the rescue mission

I watched Shane as he meticulously packed his duffel bag for the rescue mission. Even as a young boy, he was organized and orderly in the things he did––room clean and spotless. It was one of thing I admired about him. Even when he spoke, he said things that were well thought and thorough. I grew up in world surrounded by men––loud, obnoxious and self absorbed not thinking of women their equal. In District 4 you had your place as a woman. Attend school, survive the reaping ceremonies and marry to have babies. It was no different in other districts but as the only daughter of a merchant owner––one of the largest fish markets, I was destined to take over.

Shane continued to pack when he slightly bent over to pick up a pack of ammo. He flinched in pain.

"You not…ready," I said.

"I'm fine. Just sore," he tried to convince me.

"You shouldn't have volunteered," I persisted. I couldn't watch him injure himself some more.

"I know my own limits and body, Maddy," he returned. I gazed at the aforementioned body before me. Shane was 6' 0" tall, with dark brown hair, eyes like chocolate and fair skin. He grew up to be a quite a handsome boy, a man at 18 years of age. Then it dawned on me that he turned 19 a month ago and he never uttered a word. I looked him over––muscular arms and legs. I had gotten acquainted with his body as I remembered how his back muscles rippled when he was on top of me. Just thinking of our nights together made my heart ache knowing that I had used him. He made love to me then I threw away his affections like a discarded rag or toy. I'm ashamed to admit that I did use him––breaking his heart and his trust.

"You haven't recovered fully. I can't watch you hurt yourself like this," I confessed. I hoped he read the underlying concern and affections I have for him.

"Then you shouldn't have volunteered," he said in a cool manner. I blinked and wondered what happened to the gentle spoken young man I knew. Of course, I knew what happened to him. I happened to him. 'Fix this,' words echoed in my head.

"I could get the medic or Prim to prevent you from going if you're not completely healed yet," I insisted. In truth I wasn't any position to pull rank on Shane, but I cared for him even enough to have him hate me for a while.

"I already asked Prim and the medic if I was cleared for duty, so no you can't stop me," he snorted. "What's it to you what I do? I'm not your friend or lover. We are allies nothing more nothing less." His words hurt me but I could tell it hurt him as well. "Besides, I'm doing this for Prim."

I gasped inwardly. Prim? Fourteen year old girl, sister to Katniss Everdeen, Primrose Everdeen? I thought of arguing the age difference but it was no different to Shane and me. Jealousy reared its' ugly head as of course, my mouth spoke before I could stop myself.

"She's 14. Are you that desperate to have a girlfriend that you'd pick a girl––"

He turned around so fast his eyes were hard and his face red with anger. "Prim, not that it's none of your business if MY friend. And I hardly talk about age difference after what you did to me." I felt as though I was slapped on the face and I deserved it.

"Shane, I'm sorry––"

"Just leave me the fuck alone," he sneered as he walked past me. I grabbed his upper arm––the muscles on bicep was hard and unyielding.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to be insensitive. I was wrong to say that you."

"Well, you never mean what you say so I should be used to it by now," he said his breath harsh with his back turned to me. He shrugged me off.

"Shane, look what I found," Prim said a big smile on her face. In her hands were two little birds.

"Hey, Prim," he greeted her with warmth. "What you got there?" With attention focused on Prim, I was ignored and forgotten. That hurt.

End of Flashback ––

Since then we haven't spoken unless it was mission related. I'm going to fix this––this chasm between us because I can't give up now. If I did I would be giving up on myself.

Since I was at the tail end of our group, I made sure Peeta and Katniss were always in front of me as Shane led the front ready to attack if necessary. "Keep going," I instructed as one of the tributes tripped and fell. Peeta was fast to pull the girl to her feet as Katniss hesitated so they could catch up to her. Even from my vantage point I could see that both Peeta and Katniss were never from each other making sure they were near. They worked as a team helping and supporting each other. It was obvious.

Suddenly, Shane came to a complete stop with his hand in air. He looked up, down and side to side. I could see the line of his profile his eyes glued to his surrounding. I strained my ears because I knew Shane had to have heard something. The momentary relief was appreciated as the young tributes stood on their feet, bent over and hands on their knees as they breathed their mouths. I walked up to Shane. "What's wrong?" I asked as I looked at his sweaty face sweat gleamed on his forehead. We hadn't bothered to cover our faces with the hood.

"Can you hear that?" he asked. I closed my eyes. I heard nothing.

"I don't hear anything," I commented.

"Nothing. Are you sure?" he returned.

Besides, the birds in the trees and a slight howl of the wind I didn't hear a thing. "I can," Katniss spoke. "It's low, a buzzing sound barely audible." I scanned the tree line and the area around us with my scope.

"I thought you said that Jay said the barrier would be off?" Shane asked. He looked worried as his eyes scanned the group before him. We had more responsibilities now, not just getting Katniss and Peeta out of the arena.

"He also said that they hope to keep it off for as long as they can, meaning there is no guarantee it would stay off," I stated.

"It's not just a buzzing sound but something else," Katniss continued. "I can't place it, it something I've never heard before." Worried, I removed my pack from my back. Reaching inside, I removed a small slender device about seven inches long with a long string attached on each end. It felt heavy in my hands. I pressed a button on the device and it immediately elongated stretching the nylon string on either sides bending the device into a curve. Katniss gasped her eyes wide from surprise and…joy. I had produced a bow.

"I would have given this to you earlier but…" Katniss reached over and took the modified bow from me weighing it with her hands. I didn't need to explain since we all knew what happened when we first encountered Peeta and Katniss. Then I extended a long case filled with arrows. "Compliments from Victor Beetee Latier and the MockingJay."

"Thank you," she said. Katniss smiled so wide. It was look I have never seen before as she was known for her scowl and not so sunny disposition. "Peeta, look." She gestured to her new bow. He smiled back happy for her. A look of love passed between them, it made my heart ache.

"This is for you, Peeta," Shane said as he produced a long machete for him. It wasn't long like a sword or short like a knife but was made of durable steel 15.5 inches long with a curved tip at the end and a comfortable rubber handle. A weapon which Jay was told that Peeta trained with during his two weeks at the Capitol.

"Thank you," Peeta acknowledged as he swung it with a twist to his wrist.

"Come on, let's go," Shane announced abruptly. "We need to be at the opening." He looked at his watch. Before we even moved a step a loud scream pierced the air.

"Katniss," Peeta yelled as he watched her run backwards to the direction we came from. Peeta ran after her. I blew a loud and long breath through my mouth.

"It's the little girl from Eleven," Katniss surmised as she ran off. The male tribute from Eleven also followed after them.

"God damnit," I said between clenched teeth. How was Shane and I supposed to rescue them when they disregarded their own safety? We were wasting precious time.

"Shane, stay here," I said. He was about to protest. "We can't have everyone chasing after Peeta and Katniss. Go ahead and get everyone to safety."

"But––"

"Please don't argue with me," I pleaded. I was selfish with my demand. My concern was not for just Peeta and Katniss but for Shane as well. I couldn't lose him now.

"I'm going with you," he returned and ran after Peeta and Katniss. I wanted to scream in frustration as I turned to the rest of the group. "You, all of you." I held my temper in check. "You don't move from this spot. Until we get back. Do you hear me?" I ran after my decree.

I ran as fast as I could while listening and following to the sounds of yelling and screaming. I found a small area with Peeta, Katniss, the boy from eleven and Shane at a stand still. Shane had his rifle pointed to Cato, the tribute from District 2 while his buddies hung back behind him.

Peeta held his machete in his hand ready to pounce and Katniss with her bow. "What the hell is going on?" I asked in impatience.

"Move back, Cato," Katniss yelled as she drew her arrow at him. Cato held a broken but still functional spear in his hand. Clove had a long knife while Marvel, the tribute from District 2 held a large rock ready to cast.

"Rue, get down right now. No one will hurt you," the boy from eleven shouted his head tilted back. I tipped my head upwards to find Rue, his female counterpart up in a tree clinging for her life.

"No," she screamed. "This is a trick. I don't trust anyone. You told me not to, even you, Thresh." She had tears in her eyes. Thresh sighed. He was a tall boy 6' 6" with strong powerful muscles in hi arms and legs. If anyone had a chance to survive and was a threat it was Thresh from District 11.

"Listen, see these people." He pointed to Shane and me. "They're here to help us get out of the arena. Just come down. I swear on…my pinkie that you're safe."

"Promise?" she returned.

"Hey, Rue," Katniss spoke out. "I promise you that you won't get hurt. No one will hurt you."

Rue shimmied down and ran to her district partner. "These people are here to help us," Thresh repeated. "You don't have to hide anymore."

Rue looked at Katniss as she smiled at the little girl. "Okay, now that's over let's go," I said without ceremony.

"Hey, is it true?" Marvel inquired. "You're here to help us get out of the arena?" I sighed.

"Who gives a fuck," Cato sneered. "They ruined the arena and the games. Just so they can rescue Peeta and Katniss. You honestly believe they would have come for us?" He was right. Our objective was to get Peeta and Katniss only.

"Come with us," Peeta said. He put his machete down to his side. "We don't have to fight and kill each other. We can leave this all behind." 'Oh dear God almighty, Peeta was going to be the death of me.' Shane shared my pain as he had a look of disbelief and frustration on his face.

"I'd rather stay and hunt you down, Mellark," Cato boasted. "They can protect everyone. I just want you." He pointed to Peeta. "And I have plans for your girlfriend when I'm done with you."

"Cato, maybe we should listen––"

"Shut your mouth, Marvel," he sneered at his ally.

"We could leave with them and not do this," Marvel challenged him.

"Oh God," Shane muttered. "You know what leave or stay I don't care. Come on, Peeta. We already wasted too much time." I grabbed Peeta by the arm. Katniss was none too pleased as she sent a hard glare at me.

"We're leaving now," I announced. "You…" I pointed to the hostile tributes with my rifle. "Leave, stay. Follow us I don't care. But if anyone of you come near Peeta or Katniss you will have to answer to me. I don't give a shit what happens to you if you stay, but if you decide to follow us. You won't touch a hair on Peeta or Katniss' head or you'll answer to a lot of people, and me in front of line."

"Fuck you," Cato spat in disgust. "Come on, let's go." He turned and took a step waiting for his allies. Marvel, his female partner and even Clove hesitated. "Let's go." They filed after him one by one as he turned and walked away.

Peeta held Katniss hand as we lead Thresh and Rue back to the rest of the group. "We're in over our head," Shane admitted. "This was supposed to be quick and easy."

"We volunteered, Shane," I reminded him. "Jay warned us about those two." He smiled.

"And aren't they sweet and adorable though," Shane uttered. "I didn't believe half the stories Prim told me about Peeta or Katniss. Almost too good to be true, but she was right and so was MockingJay."

"What were they right about?" I asked. I never knew Prim talked about Katniss' relationship with Peeta to Shane. I was too busy feeling jealous and sorry for myself to listen.

"That they are the real deal," he said. "That the MockingJay was right––they are the symbol of hope. That love can conquer evil and that hate destroys. Peeta crossed a barrier to be with Katniss. It was not common for someone to fall for someone outside his social circle. Jay knew their story had to be told. They broke and defied convention. And with the Star Crossed Lovers of District 12 on the MockingJay's side, we see hope and have the freedom to have a life we want. To be free to love whom we love. Not a life oppressed and to be denied." He stopped then continued. "They fought to be together, Maddy. They are not much younger than us but they fought to be together."

When Shane spoke like this he made me a believer in romantic love. Not the expectation that once you passed your reaping age, you were expected to marry and have children as Snow demanded. Marriage contracts were common in the districts. I thought I was lucky to have Seamus. I was wrong. Then the next words he spoke took my breath away. "I want that. I want what they have."

He rendered me speechless that I was emotionally gobsmacked by his honesty. I wanted to comfort him hold him my arms but it was not the time or place.

It didn't take much time to reach the others. "Damnit," Shane cursed as he looked at his watch. He turned to Peeta and Katniss. "Listen, I understand why you felt the need to bring everyone but this crusade stops now. No more delays or interruptions. Maddy and I will get you out of this arena by force if need be. I won't make any more compromises. A hundred volunteers are risking their lives to get you out of this arena. Please don't make them regret their decision in helping you nor make their sacrifice in vain if I don't deliver you to safety."

Both Peeta and Katniss looked chastened but it only lasted for a moment as Shane turned. "Let's go now. Follow me or I'll knock you both over the head and carry you over the barrier," he threatened.

"Wait," Katniss said in a worried tone.

"Now what?" Shane griped.

"Listen," she said. I looked at Shane green met brown his brows furrowed. "The buzzing stopped." She was right. We still haven't identified the source of the sound but it was alarming that it stopped.

"Let's get moving now," Shane ordered as he herded the rest of the tributes to follow him. He was taking the lead in the mission. After month of training I trusted Shane. I trusted him with my life as we had to watch each other's back. With Shane leading the group, I waited for Katniss and Peeta. He had his arms around her their foreheads pressed together as they communicated in silence. I envied their closeness and intimacy but I also feared for them.

Both Shane and my mission were to get them out of the arena and we still have yet to trek another mile before we reached our destination. Shane suggested that we should file into a line so we made a few tracks that could be followed. The younger and smaller tributes were ahead as the taller and older ones were behind them. It wasn't ideal but it was the only solution so I could keep track of all of them. With my height advantage, I could see everyone.

Every few minutes I looked behind me making sure no one was following us, but I knew better. Those idiots, Cato and Marvel were probably trailing behind us. As if Katniss sensed my discomfort, she whispered into Peeta's ear. He looked worried and nervous as he shook his head. "I won't be too far," she said. "Why don't you move into the middle just far enough that you can see me?"

"Katniss, I don't know––"

"Besides, Maddy, Shane you and I are the only ones with a weapon," she argued. He relented and moved a few feet ahead. Katniss took a position beside me.

"You didn't have to do that," I said. I appreciated her gesture and concern but me with a gun was faster than her bow and I doubted that she was prepared to kill anyone. Shooting at a target or game was whole lot different than shooting a person.

"I'd feel a lot better back here," she said as she looked back. "I can't protect Peeta…" She blushed deep red. "…when he's beside me. This way I can watch him." It made sense.

Finally, we reached our destination. Shane stopped and everyone took a deep breath. Jay instructed us to head north and find the tallest and widest tree in the arena. "So what now?" Thresh asked. Rue who was the tiniest and one of the youngest tired easily was perched on his back––giving her piggyback ride. I was surprised by his overprotect behavior.

The area didn't look like much––trees and more trees with the diameter size of 6 feet wide. This was the opening?' Our escape route?

I watched as Shane looked around him his eyes on the ground. He bent down and picked up several rocks the size of strawberries. With a quick twist of his wrist he threw one onto the tree. The rock bounced back from the truck. He threw another one a few feet away.

"Wait here," he instructed as he strode up to the tree and walked passed it. No force field or barrier stopped him.

"Where are we?" Rue asked. "What is this place?" I looked at her little girl and wondered how could anyone killer her? Or kill any of the children before me?

"You're inside an arena meaning that you are enclosed in a place with a force field preventing you from leaving. But you see, the force field can be lowered. I have friends on the other side who lowered it for us so you can leave." I tried to explain it was best I could.

"So you really are helping us?" the female tribute from 3 spoke for the first time. She was tall girl 5' 9" with dark hair and blue eyes. She looked scared and hopeful. I nodded my head.

A few minutes later, Shane still hasn't appeared and I was getting worried. It shouldn't take him this long to come back. "Peeta, Katniss," I started. A whooshing sound came first then Shane appeared unhurt but with a grim look on his face. "Are we––"

I inquired.

"It's clear but…" He hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"You'll find out once we get out of here," he said in a mysterious tone. I wanted to get out of there fast so I didn't press the issue or argue. "Peeta, Katniss first."

"No," Peeta said. "I'll go once everyone is out first." I was about to argue with him when Shane stopped me.

"Don't argue with him, Maddy," he pressed. "Just make sure he and Katniss get across. Everyone follow me in a single line." He addressed the group. He turned to me one last time. "See you across the barrier."

I couldn't' relax until I knew Peeta and Katniss were out this miserable place. The first part of the rescue mission had no incident or disastrous outcome but I still held onto my breath. I couldn't relax until I got them to safety––back to the camp where Prim awaited for her sister––reuniting Katniss with her family, but most of all get Peeta away from Snow and the Capitol. "Let's go Peeta, Katniss. I'll be right behind you."

I held my breath as I watched my objectives of the mission passed through the barrier. We were safe for now.

AN: I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. With my real life settling down to a manageable and not so stressful state, I'll try to get back to my weekly update [Fri or Sat. early morning post]. Hope you have a great weekend.

Until next week! Happy Father's Day and would-be Fathers to you guys out there.