Love is Weird.

Part 3: Johanna

I hear a knock on my door. It's the middle of the night and someone has the nerve to be here this late. If it's someone trying to pull something stupid, I make a mental note to kill them first when we get put into the arena.

I sneak past Blight and my sleeping mentor and to the door. I open it to find Haymitch standing off to the side. He signals to follow him towards the elevator and I do. I may despise him and what he has started, but he must be sort of smart to manipulate a gamemaker into saving two tributes. He opens the elevator and stays silent until the doors close.

 "Katniss doesn't like you, obviously. But I think you are an important asset to this team." I scoff at this word. I don't want to be a team with anyone here. Well, at least not with the girl on fire and her stupid lover boy.

 "What makes you think I want to do this? I'm here to survive, not to put on a show for the Capitol." He frowns and steps across the still elevator, giving me a look of disappointment.

 "This isn't about the show, it's about the rebellion. If she dies, the rebellion is dead and nothing will change, more people will continue dying at the hands of Snow. More Hunger Games and more people being thrown into situations like your own." I cross my arms and stay speechless. As much as I hate her, I know this is true. They need her to fuel this stupid fire. I ignore him still, I won't let my guard down this easily.

 "You are one of the best killers that is set to be in that arena. You can be the one to kill Districts one and two with ease. Snow's prized possessions. Wouldn't you love that?" 

I look at Haymitch and frown, because everything he is saying is true. I just am not a fan of the idea of Katniss Everdeen being 'Queen of the Capitol' once this mess is over. This whole idea is wrapped around her finger. If I do make it out alive, what benefit does this serve me?

 "Who is in on this? Who else volunteered to help you here?" 

He is quick to reply, "Plutarch, the head gamemaker, is assuring she lives in the circumstances of the games. Finnick has agreed to stay by her side and his partner Mags also is part of this. The girl likes the tributes from 3, but I'm sure what a nutcase can do to help us. Beetee himself can be a decent asset to the group with his brain but he is no value in a fight. If you decide to join us, you can bring your district partner into this."

Wonderful. Our army consists of an old woman, a capitol idol, a brainiac who can't fight, a woman who has literally lost her mind, and Finnick. This seems safe. What do I have to lose at this point?

 "What are you two doing out here?" At that moment, a security guard is standing in the open elevator doors and shining a flashlight in our eyes. If he were to find out what we were discussing, or even mentioned this meeting to a capitol official or Snow, this plan would unravel and we would all be dead.

 "I heard stumbling around here and found him drunk, I was just trying to help the boozer back to his room." As if on cue, Haymitch stumbles into theelevator wall for support. I figured this was the simplest route to take. The least amount of explaining on both of our sides.

 "I will take it from here, you just get back into your room before someone else were to show up." He takes Haymitch by the arm and stands, waiting for me to exit the elevator. I walk back into my room and quietly shut the door and go to my room.

I think about the whole idea of this rebellion and what stupid things Haymitch is planning. A head gamemaker who is willing to rig the entire games? That just does not sound believable to me. The fact that so many people would be willing to die for a fake love story and a small uprising. I don't trust anyone else in this arena. I don't want to be with anyone else here. Even Blight is quesitonable in these games because nothing is predictable. I can't think of one person I would trust my life with in that arena.

Maybe except for Finnick.