Life goes on

Chapter 19

Everything's becoming scattered and I need to re-organize my thoughts. Peeta and I are on our way to the Capitol. We're on a train, currently in District 9. I'm going to escape, and I'm bringing Peeta with me. The only problem is that I don't know where Peeta is. Oh, or if he's still hijacked or not.

This seemed a lot easier earlier. Oh well, I'll figure everything else out when the time comes. For now, I just have to get Peeta.

I know these Captiol trains well. I think back to the Victory Tour when Haymitch told me "You never get off this train". Who knew, even after the games ended, he'd still be right.

I'm assuming they're keeping Peeta in the small hospital area they have in the train.

I make my way down there and realize that there's too much staff around. Even though there's only a guard with two nurses, I know they'd never let me through. I need to make a distraction.

I go back to my room and think long and hard. What could clear everyone out of that area?

I'm starting to sound like a gamemaker. They knew how to manipulate people to go where they wanted. Just like when they wanted to drive me straight into the Careers. Then it hits me.

Fire.

There doesn't actually need to be a fire as long as everyone thinks there's a fire.

I grab a candle that's lit on my nightstand and walk carefully so I don't blow the flame out. I make my way over to dinning room, which is empty, and get on top of the table.

I hold the candle up to the ceiling which has a built in smoke detector all through out it. The detector is extremely sensitive and goes off almost instantly.

I quickly hop down and run to the hospital area. An ear-splitting alarm rings throughout the whole train as people are pushing each other out of the way to get to the exits.

I reach the hospital area just in time because the nurses and guard have fled but a large man is coming back, probably to collect Peeta. I make it there first and lock the door, preventing his entry.

I turn around and see Peeta, eyes filled with hate, holding a knife up to me.