When two worlds collide

Chapter 9

-SORRY for mistakes and such, I'm kind of tired but ill edit it later.

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Katniss's POV.

"Do you want me to have them sedate you until it's over?" asks Haymitch.

I look up at him. When he told me that they sent a rescue team for Peeta, I sat there knowing gale and Peeta could never come back if things went terribly wrong.

"No" I respond. "I want to go to the capital. I want to be part of the rescue mission."

Haymitch opens his mouth to speak, already shaking his head, "they're gone,"

"How long ago did they leave? I could-"

"no." he says cutting me off, which I was a bit grateful for because, really what could I do?

"You're too vulnerable and valuable. Some have even suggested moving you to another district to divert the capitals attention while they're doing the rescue. But ... no one really thought you could handle it."

"Please Haymitch!" I beg. "I have to do something! How can you expect me to just wait to hear if they died?"

"All right, let me talk to Plutarch. You stay put."

As soon as I heard his retreating footsteps, I fumble out of the bed, pulling the curtains apart exposing a knocked out Finnick, who has his hand entwined into the pillow. I know it's a selfish thing to do, but I wake him up, unable to face this by myself

I explain the situation and watch as his face relaxes, defiantly not the reaction I was expecting.

"Don't you see, Katniss? This will decide things. One way or another, by the end of the day, they'll be either dead or with us. It's... its more than we could hope for!"

As I sit next to him, listening, I feel my mind calming. This torment will soon come to an end. This thought is soon followed by a high pitch squeal from the curtains being pulled back, revealing Haymitch.

"If we can get footage in the next few hours, Beetee can air it; leading up to the rescue and maybe keep the capital's attention elsewhere."

"Yes, a distraction," Says Finnick, "a decoy of sorts."

"What we really need is something so riveting that even president snow won't be able to tear himself away. Got anything like that?" Haymitch asks.

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I knock myself into focus. After breakfast and a prep, I begin to plan what I should say. As the camera group assembles they're gear, I wait patiently for the camera to face me and for the light to turn red, signifying that they're recording. Slowly, I began to speak into the camera, holding truth in my hands, detaching of it and into the microphone, which was lingering just above my head, out of view of the camera.

"I was eleven and almost dead when Peeta and I met, he saved my life. I know at any moment snow could kill him, but because of what he's put Peeta through, I know I will do anything and everything to destroy the capital. I was once told that the capital is fragile, that it was held in a delicate balance. I finally understand that, so thanks to you snow, I can declare my freedom. We all can. And I'm doing mine, today."

Plutarch glances behind his shoulder and waves Finnick over with Haymtich, the three huddle, having an intense conversation. At the end, Finnick only nods his pale face. But before he replaces me in my seat, Haymitch mutters to him "you don't have to do this."

But Finnick just balls up his half-done knot, into his fist and says, "Im ready." Quietly I hear him say to himself "this is for Annie," like a personal reminder of a promise.