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Wiress realizes that the arena is arranged like a clock, in which every danger is at a fixed and estimated time and for one hour. Their enemies interfere with their plan, so Katniss instead uses her bow and arrow to direct the lightning into the force field, destroying the arena. She is knocked unconscious. When Katniss wakes up, she is being transported to District 13, along with Finnick, Beetee, and Haymitch.
She learns that Peeta and Johanna, with the addition of Enobaria, have been captured by the Capitol. She is informed that there was a secret plan among half of the contestants to rescue her from the arena, because she has become the living symbol of the rebellion. Katniss, in a rage, brutally attacks Haymitch. Gale visits her and informs her that, though he got her family and some of the other residents out, District 12 has been destroyed.
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At least before theGames. If weve been watched since, what have they seen? Two people hunting, sayingtreasonous things against the Capitol, yes. But not two people in love, which seems to bePresident Snows implication. We are safe on that charge. It only happened once. It was fast and unexpected, but it did happen.
Firstthere were the obligatory celebrations. A banquet for the victors that only the most high-rankingpeople were invited to. A holiday for the whole district with free food and entertainers brought infrom the Capitol. Parcel Day, the first of twelve, in which food packages were delivered to everyperson in the district. That was my favorite. To see all those hungry kids in the Seam runningaround, waving cans of applesauce, tins of meat, even candy.
Back home, too big to carry, wouldbe bags of grain, cans of oil. To know that once a month for a year they would all receive anotherparcel. That was one of the few times I actually felt good about winning the Games. So between the ceremonies and events and the reporters documenting my every move as Ipresided and thanked and kissed Peeta for the audience, I had no privacy at all.
After a fewweeks, things finally died down. The camera crews and reporters packed up and went home. Peeta and I assumed the cool relationship weve had ever since. My family settled into our housein the Victors Village. The everyday life of District 12—workers to the mines, kids to school —resumed its usual pace. I waited until I thought the coast was really clear, and then one Sunday,without telling anyone, I got up hours before dawn and took off for the woods.
The weather was still warm enough that I didnt need a jacket. I packed along a bag filled withspecial foods, cold chicken and cheese and bakery bread and oranges. Down at my old house, Iput on my hunting boots.
As usual, the fence was not charged and it was simple to slip into thewoods and retrieve my bow and arrows. I went to our place, Gales and mine, where we hadshared breakfast the morning of the reaping that sent me into the Games. Id begun to think that hed given up on me in the weeks that hadpassed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever,my best friend, the only person Id ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldnt stand it.
Not on top of everything else that had happened. I could feel my eyes tearing up and my throatstarting to close the way it does when I get upset. Then I looked up and there he was, ten feet away, just watching me. Without even thinking, Ijumped up and threw my arms around him, making some weird sound that combined laughing,choking, and crying.
He was holding me so tightly that I couldnt see his face, but it was a reallylong time before he let me go and then he didnt have much choice, because Id gotten thisunbelievably loud case of the hiccups and had to get a drink. We did what we always did that day. Ate breakfast. Hunted and fished and gathered.
Talkedabout people in town. But not about us, his new life in the mines, my time in the arena. Just aboutother things. By the time we were at the hole in the fence thats nearest the Hob, I think I reallybelieved that things could be the same.
That we could go on as we always had. Id given all thegame to Gale to trade since we had so much food now. I told him Id skip the Hob, even though Iwas looking forward to going there, because my mother and sister didnt even know Id gonehunting and theyd be wondering where I was.
Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over thedaily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours Id spent with Gale—watching him talk and laugh and frown — that I would know all there was to know about his lips.
But I hadnt imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands,which could set the most intricate of snares, could as easily entrap me. I think I made some sortof noise in the back of my throat, and I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed,resting on his chest. At least once. Despite the fact that the sun was setting and my family would be worried, I sat by a tree next tothe fence. I tried to decide how I felt about the kiss, if I had liked it or resented it, but all I reallyremembered was the pressure of Gales lips and the scent of the oranges that still lingered on hisskin.
It was pointless comparing it with the many kisses Id exchanged with Peeta. I still hadntfigured out if any of those counted. Finally I went home. That week I managed the snares and dropped off the meat with Hazelle. But I didnt see Galeuntil Sunday. I had this whole speech worked out, about how I didnt want a boyfriend and neverplanned on marrying, but I didnt end up using it.
Gale acted as if the kiss had never happened. Maybe he was waiting for me to say something. Or kiss him back. Instead I just pretended it hadnever happened, either.
But it had. Gale had shattered some invisible barrier between us and, withit, any hope I had of resuming our old, uncomplicated friendship.
Whatever I pretended, I couldnever look at his lips in quite the same way. This all flashes through my head in an instant as President Snows eyes bore into me on the heels file: How stupid Ive been to think the Capitol would just ignore me once Idreturned home! Maybe I didnt know about the potential uprisings. But I knew they were angrywith me. Instead of acting with the extreme caution the situation called for, what have I done? From the presidents point of view, Ive ignored Peeta and flaunted my preference for Galescompany before the whole district.
And by doing so made it clear I was, in fact, mocking theCapitol.
Now Ive endangered Gale and his family and my family and Peeta, too, by mycarelessness. Hes been my friend for years. Thats allthats between us. Besides, everyone thinks were cousins now. I will. President Snow rises and dabs his puffy lips with a napkin.
How can I aim higher? He drops the napkin and retrieves his book. I dont watch him as heheads for the door, so I flinch when he whispers in my ear. The smell of blood What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie intothe stuff and pulling it out dripping red. Outside the window, a car comes to life, soft and quiet like the purr of a cat, then fades away into file: It slips off as it arrived, unnoticed.
The room seems to be spinning in slow, lopsided circles, and I wonder if I might black out. I leanforward and clutch the desk with one hand. The other still holds Peetas beautiful cookie. I think ithad a tiger lily on it, but now its been reduced to crumbs in my fist. I didnt even know I wascrushing it, but I guess I had to hold on to something while my world veered out of control.
A visit from President Snow. Districts on the verge of uprisings. A direct death threat to Gale,with others to follow. Everyone I love doomed. And who knows who else will pay for myactions? Unless I turn things around on this tour. Quiet the discontent and put the presidentsmind at rest. And how? By proving to the country beyond any shadow of a doubt that I love PeetaMellark. I cant do it, I think. Im not that good. Peetas the good one, the likable one.
He can make peoplebelieve anything. Im the one who shuts up and sits back and lets him do as much of the talking aspossible. But it isnt Peeta who has to prove his devotion. Its me. I hear my mothers light, quick tread in the hall. She cant know, I think.
Not about any of this. Ireach my hands over the tray and quickly brush the bits of cookie from my palm and fingers. Itake a shaky sip of my tea. My mothers face floods with relief. I thought there was some kind of trouble. How I will always have to protect her. Since Ive been home Ive been trying hard to mend my relationship with my mother. Asking herto do things for me instead of brushing aside any offer of help, as I did for years out of anger.
Letting her handle all the money I won. Returning her hugs instead of tolerating them. My time inthe arena made me realize how I needed to stop punishing her for something she couldnt help,specifically the crushing depression she fell into after my fathers death. Because sometimesthings happen to people and theyre not equipped to deal with them. Like me, for instance. Right now. Besides, theres one wonderful thing she did when I arrived back in the district. After our familiesand friends had greeted Peeta and me at the train station, there were a few questions allowed fromreporters.
Someone asked my mother what she thought of my new boyfriend, and she replied that, file: She followed this with a pointed look at Peeta. That didnt last long—there was too much pressure to act otherwise—but it gave us an excuse to be a little more reserved than wed been in the Capitol.
And maybe itcan help account for how little Ive been seen in Peetas company since the cameras left. I go upstairs to the bathroom, where a steaming tub awaits. My mother has added a small bag ofdried flowers that perfumes the air. None of us are used to the luxury of turning on a tap andhaving a limitless supply of hot water at our fingertips. We had only cold at our home in theSeam, and a bath meant boiling the rest over the fire.
I undress and lower myself into the silkywater—my mother has poured in some kind of oil as well — and try to get a grip on things. The first question is who to tell, if anyone.
Not my mother or Prim, obviously; theyd onlybecome sick with worry. Not Gale. Even if I could get word to him.
What would he do with theinformation, anyway? If he were alone, I might try to persuade him to run away. Certainly hecould survive in the woods. But hes not alone and hed never leave his family. Or me.
When I gethome Ill have to tell him something about why our Sundays are a thing of the past, but I cantthink about that now. Only about my next move. Besides, Gales already so angry and frustratedwith the Capitol that I sometimes think hes going to arrange his own uprising.
The last thing heneeds is an incentive. No, I cant tell anyone Im leaving behind in District There are still three people I might confide in, starting with Cinna, my stylist. But my guess isCinna might already be at risk, and I dont want to pull him into any more trouble by closerassociation with me. Then theres Peeta, who will be my partner in this deception, but how do Ibegin that conversation? Hey, Peeta, remember how I told you I was kind of faking being in lovewith you? Well, I really need you to forget about that now and act extra in love with me or thepresident might kill Gale.
I cant do it. Besides, Peeta will perform well whether he knows whatsat stake or not. That leaves Haymitch.
Drunken, cranky, confrontational Haymitch, who I justpoured a basin of ice water on. As my mentor in the Games it was his duty to keep me alive.
Ionly hope hes still up for the job. I slide down into the water, letting it block out the sounds around me. I wish the tub wouldexpand so I could go swimming, like I used to on hot summer Sundays in the woods with myfather. Those days were a special treat. We would leave early in the morning and hike farther intothe woods than usual to a small lake hed found while hunting.
I dont even remember learning toswim, I was so young when he taught me. I just remember diving, turning somersaults, andpaddling around. The muddy bottom of the lake beneath my toes. The smell of blossoms andgreenery. Floating on my back, as I am now, staring at the blue sky while the chatter of the woodswas muted by the water. Hed bag the waterfowl that nested around the shore, Id hunt for eggs inthe grasses, and wed both dig for katniss roots, the plant for which he named me, in the shallows.
At night, when we got home, my mother would pretend not to recognize me because I was soclean. Then shed cook up an amazing dinner of roasted duck and baked katniss tubers with gravy. I could have. Its time-consuming to get there, but the waterfowl aresuch easy pickings you can make up for lost hunting time. Its a place Ive never really wanted toshare with anyone, though, a place that belonged only to my father and me.
Since the Games,when Ive had little to occupy my days, Ive gone there a couple of times. The swimming was stillnice, but mostly the visits depressed me. Over the course of the last five years, the lakesremarkably unchanged and Im almost unrecognizable. Even underwater I can hear the sounds of commotion. Honking car horns, shouts of greeting,doors banging shut. It can only mean my entourage has arrived.
I just have time to towel off andslip into a robe before my prep team bursts into the bathroom. Theres no question of privacy. When it comes to my body, we have no secrets, these three people and me. Her aqua hair has been styled so it sticks out in sharp points all overher head, and the gold tattoos that used to be confined above her brows have curled around underher eyes, all contributing to the impression that Ive literally shocked her.
Octavia comes up and pats Venias back soothingly, her curvy body looking plumper than usualnext to Venias thin, angular one. You can fix those in no time. But what am Igoing to do with these nails? No, her skin isnt exactly pea green now. Its more of a light evergreen. The shift in shade is nodoubt an attempt to stay abreast of the capricious fashion trends of the Capitol. Its true. Ive bitten my nails to stubs in the past couple of months.
I thought about trying to breakthe habit but couldnt think of a good reason I should. I hadnt really beenspending much time worrying about how it might affect my prep team. Flavius lifts a few strands of my wet, tangled hair. He gives his head a disapproving shake,causing his orange corkscrew curls to bounce around.
I did remember that. Its more like the issue never came up. Since Ivebeen home, all Ive done is stick it in its usual old braid down my back. This seems to mollify them, and they all kiss me, set me on a chair in my bedroom, and, as usual,start talking nonstop without bothering to notice if Im listening. While Venia reinvents myeyebrows and Octavia gives me fake nails and Flavius massages goo into my hair, I hear all aboutthe Capitol. What a hit the Games were, how dull things have been since, how no one can waituntil Peeta and I visit again at the end of the Victory Tour.
After that, it wont be long before theCapitol begins gearing up for the Quarter Quell. Its the best I can do. In a normal year, being a mentor to the tributes isthe stuff of nightmares. I cant walk by the school now without wondering what kid Ill have tocoach.
But to make things even worse, this is the year of the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games, andthat means its also a Quarter Quell. They occur every twenty-five years, marking the anniversaryof the districts defeat with over-the-top celebrations and, for extra fun, some miserable twist forthe tributes. Ive never been alive for one, of course. But in school I remember hearing that for thesecond Quarter Quell, the Capitol demanded that twice the number of tributes be provided for thearena.
The teachers didnt go into much more detail, which is surprising, because that was theyear District 12s very own Haymitch Abernathy won the crown. Haymitch has never mentioned his personal experience in the arena to me. I would never ask. And if I ever saw his Games televised in reruns, I mustve been too young to remember it. But theCapitol wont let him forget it this year. In a way, its a good thing Peeta and I will both beavailable as mentors during the Quell, because its a sure bet that Haymitch will be wasted.
After theyve exhausted the topic of the Quarter Quell, my prep team, launches into a whole lot ofstuff about their incomprehensibly silly lives.
Who said what about someone Ive never heard ofand what sort of shoes they just bought and a long story from Octavia about what a mistake it wasto have everyone wear feathers to her birthday party. Soon my brows are stinging, my hairs smooth and silky, and my nails are ready to be painted. Apparently theyve been given instruction to prepare only my hands and face, probably becauseeverything else will be covered in the cold weather. Flavius badly wants to use his own trademarkpurple lipstick on me but resigns himself to a pink as they begin to color my face and nails.
I cansee by the palette Cinna has assigned that were going for girlish, not sexy. Ill never convince anyone of anything if Im trying to be provocative. Haymitch made thatvery clear when he was coaching me for my interview for the Games. My mother comes in, somewhat shyly, and says that Cinna has asked her to show the preps howshe did my hair the day of the reaping.
They respond with enthusiasm and then watch, thoroughlyengrossed, as she breaks down the process of the elaborate braided hairdo. In the mirror, I can seetheir earnest faces following her every move, their eagerness when it is their turn to try a step. Infact, all three are so readily respectful and nice to my mother that I feel bad about how I goaround feeling so superior to them.
Who knows who I would be or what I would talk about if Idbeen raised in the Capitol? Maybe my biggest regret would be having feathered costumes at mybirthday party, too. He looks the same as always, simple clothes, short brown hair, just a hintof gold eyeliner.
We embrace, and I can barely keep from spilling out the entire episode withPresident Snow. But no, Ive decided to tell Haymitch first. Hell know best who to burden withit.
Its so easy to talk to Cinna, though. Lately weve been speaking a lot on the telephone thatcame with the house. Its sort of a joke, because almost no one else we know owns one. TheresPeeta, but obviously I dont call him. Haymitch tore his out of the wall years ago.
My friendMadge, the mayors daughter, has a telephone in her house, but if we want to talk, we do it inperson. At first, the thing barely ever got used. Then Cinna started to call to work on my talent. Every victor is supposed to have one. Your talent is the activity you take up since you dont haveto work either in school or your districts industry.
It can be anything, really, anything that theycan interview you about. Peeta, it turns out, actually has a talent, which is painting. Hes beenfrosting those cakes and cookies for years in his familys bakery. But now that hes rich, he canafford to smear real paint on canvases. I dont have a talent, unless you count hunting illegally,which they dont. Or maybe singing, which I wouldnt do for the Capitol in a million years. Mymother tried to interest me in a variety of suitable alternatives from a list Effie Trinket sent her.
Cooking, flower arranging, playing the flute. None of them took, although Prim had a knack forall three. Finally Cinna stepped in and offered to help me develop my passion for designingclothes, which really required development since it was nonexistent. But I said yes because itmeant getting to talk to Cinna, and he promised hed do all the work. Now hes arranging things around my living room: I pick up one of the sketchbooks and examine a dress I supposedly created. I may have no interest in designing clothes but I do love the ones Cinna makes for me.
Flowing black pants made of a thick, warm material. A comfortable white shirt. A sweaterwoven from green and blue and gray strands of kitten-soft wool. Laced leather boots that dontpinch my toes. He handsme a small stack of cards. Try tosound like you care. Effies the only reason we got anywhere on time in the Capitol, so I try to accommodateher.
Prim got out early from school for the event. Now she stands in the kitchen, being interviewed byanother crew. She looks lovely in a sky blue frock that brings out her eyes, her blond hair pulledback in a matching ribbon.
Shes leaning a bit forward on the toes of her shiny white boots likeshes about to take flight, like—Bam! Its like someone actually hits me in the chest.
No one has, of course, but the pain is so realI take a step back. I squeeze my eyes shut and I dont see Prim—I see Rue, the twelve-year-oldgirl from District 11 who was my ally in the arena. She could fly, birdlike, from tree to tree,catching on to the slenderest branches.
Rue, who I didnt save. Who I let die. I picture her lyingon the ground with the spear still wedged in her stomach Who else will I fail to save from the Capitols vengeance? Who else will be dead if I dont satisfyPresident Snow? I realize Cinnas trying to put a coat on me, so I raise my arms.
I feel fur, inside and out, encasingme. Its from no animal Ive ever seen. A bright red scarf. Something furry covers my ears. They make it hard to hear, and since I was blasted deaf in one ear in thearena, I dislike them even more. After I won, the Capitol repaired my ear, but I still find myselftesting it.
My mother hurries up with something cupped in her hand. Its the pin Madge gave me before I left for the Games. A mockingjay flying in a circle of gold.
Itried to give it to Rue but she wouldnt take it. She said the pin was the reason shed decided totrust me. Cinna fixes it on the knot in the scarf. Effie Trinkets nearby, clapping her hands. Were about to do the firstoutdoor shot, where the victors greet each other at the beginning of their marvelous trip.
All right,Katniss, big smile, youre very excited, right? For a moment I cant quite see right because of the snow, which is now coming down in earnest. Then I make out Peeta coming through his front door. My face breaks into a huge smile and I start walking in Peetas direction. Then, as if I cant standit another second, I start running.
He catches me and spins me around and then he slips — he stillisnt entirely in command of his artificial leg—and we fall into the snow, me on top of him, andthats where we have our first kiss in months.
Its full of fur and snowflakes and lipstick, butunderneath all that, I can feel the steadiness that Peeta brings to everything. And I know Im notalone.
As badly as I have hurt him, he wont expose me in front of the cameras. Wont condemn file: Hes still looking out for me. Just as he did in the arena. Somehow thethought makes me want to cry. Instead I pull him to his feet, tuck my glove through the crook ofhis arm, and merrily pull him on our way.
The rest of the day is a blur of getting to the station, bidding everyone good-bye, the train pullingout, the old team — Peeta and me, Effie and Haymitch, Cinna and Portia, Peetas stylist—diningon an indescribably delicious meal I dont remember. And then Im swathed in pajamas and avoluminous robe, sitting in my plush compartment, waiting for the others to go to sleep. I knowHaymitch will be up for hours. He doesnt like to sleep when its dark out.
When the train seems quiet, I put on my slippers and pad down to his door. I have to knockseveral times before he answers, scowling, as if hes certain Ive brought bad news. I nod. The train starts to brake and for a second I think President Snow is watching me and doesntapprove of my confiding in Haymitch and has decided to go ahead and kill me now. But werejust stopping for fuel. Its a harmless phrase, but I see Haymitchs eyes narrow in understanding. When he wrestles it open, a blastof snow hits us.
He trips out onto the ground.
A Capitol attendant rushes to help, but Haymitch waves her away good-naturedly as he staggersoff.