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          𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑, about how much he regretted letting her go off with Johanna and Katniss. Perhaps if he had kept her close to him, this wouldn't have happened. She wouldn't be in the Capitol. His hands expertly made knots as he calmed down slightly.

          Katniss walked into his hospital room as she glowered at the broken man. "Finnick." She spat out.

          "I wanted to go back for Peeta, Fleur, and Johanna. But I. . . I. . . I couldn't move. Fleur is all her nephew has left, all I have left. I can't lose her. I'll go crazy for sure. But, I wish she was dead. I wish they were all dead and we were too. It would've been so much more easier." Finnick stated as he sighed softly.

          Katniss kept glaring at the blonde in hatred and anger but her gaze softened just the slightest amount at his words.

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          Fleur let out a gasp as she coughed up the water and glared at the male torturer who had held her underneath the water. She was roughly grabbed by her arms before the man grabbed her face and pulled Fleur into his line of sight.

          "Tell me where they are." The man growled as Fleur blinked in response causing him to shake his head before striking her across the face. Her vision blurred with tears but she looked back at the man with anger. "That's enough for today, we'll resume tomorrow."

          Fleur was dragged roughly back to her cell by a couple of peacekeeper before they threw her to the ground, causing her to let out a hiss of pain at the stone cutting into her cheek. Around the same time, Peeta was thrown back into his own cell as well.

          "Johanna. How long were we gone?" Peeta questioned as Fleur and Peeta came as close to each other as they could with the bars in between them and placed their hands on top of each other in comfort.

          "Around three hours. What did they do this time?" Johanna questioned as her hand went to push her beautiful hair out of the way only to remember that the Capitol had shaved it off so they could electrocute her.

          "The usual. Drowning. It would've worked much better if Finnick hadn't helped me get over my fear of mutts attacking me in the water." Fleur replied, her heart shattering slightly from the mention of the love of her life. 

          "Strapping me down and inserting tracker jacker venom before beating me." Peeta replied bitterly.

          Fleur felt a wetness on her face and as she went to wipe it, she realized that she was crying silently and the wound on her cheek had began bleeding. A sob racked her body as the tears she was determined wouldn't fall when she was being tortured fell to the floor. She put her forehead on her arms as she let all the tears free. 

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          Jonah's jaw was clenched and his eyes were hardened as the cannon rang out for the District Two boy who had his spear in his abdomen. He looked down at his sister and took a step towards Fleur before he froze in his tracks as she let out a scream.

          Someone had grabbed the thirteen year old and put a knife at her throat.

          "If you take even one step forward I will slit her throat." A feminine voice hissed as the girl tightened her grip on Fleur. "Now throw your knife on the ground and kick it in my direction."

          Jonah's eyes were hard with anger but he complied with the order nonetheless. "You're from District One, aren't you?" He questioned.

          The girl, Emerald, smirked cruelly. "Right. Thank you by the way. For killing that idiot from Two. Made my life so much easier." She stated with a roll of her eyes. She threw Fleur to the ground roughly before lunging at Jonah.

          She put her weight on him as she pinned her down and held a knife to his throat and let a taunting smirk spread across her lips as her red hair was glued to her face by blood and sweat.

          "You know, I might take my time with you. It's not like your baby sister can save you." The girl sneered. "You know, I might just make her watch as I kill you slowly and make her listen to your screams."

          Jonah's fist clenched as his face contorted to one of anger as he tried to throw the cruel girl off of him with no success.

          "You're a monster." He spat, his eyes following the knife in her hands.

          "I know." She smirked before making a cut across his jawline. "But what will you —" A gasp left her lips as blood began dripping onto his face.

          Jonah threw Emerald off of him and was met with a wide eyed Fleur looking at the near dead body of the red headed Tribute with a bloody knife in her hand.

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          Fleur pressed her hands against her ears in an effort to block out Johanna's screams of pain as the electrical current flowed throughout her body. Peeta shut his eyes and put his hands against his head in an effort to keep his sanity. 

          "Don't they have anything better to do than just torture us?" Peeta questioned as Johanna's screaming ceased.

          "I don't know. I keep worrying but also praying that my will heart will stop. That it'll give out, and I don't have to feel like I'm dying everyday." Fleur whispered. 

          "I keep worrying, too. I worry that the tracker jacker venom will change me, make me the worst version of myself." Peeta replied softly. "That only thing I wanted when I got thrown into the games was that I didn't want them to change me. I don't know if I can ever be the same person I was."

          "My brother killed during my games, not me. The person I did kill directly was Emerald from One. She was trying to kill my brother. She thought I would be too scared to help Jonah, but I wasn't. Because most of the people he killed was to protect me. And I wanted to protect him, so I stabbed her in the back. I don't know what I did, but she bled out in front of me. I saw her life leave her eyes, and for months that's all I could see in my dreams. Along with my brother's dull eyes." The young woman whispered softly.

          "The girl from District Five was my kill. Indirectly but still. She ate the poison berries I picked." The blonde stated.

          "You're one of the better Victors, Peeta. Your kills were all indirect. Everyone else is a murderer. One kill makes you a murderer, and each Victor has killed at least one person." 

Welcome back! This act will have alternate POV's. Some from the Capitol and others from Thirteen. It's so exciting!!

( was that a Caesar Flickerman quote? Yes. Yes it was. )