I become the girl on fire. My body lights on fire and consumes me. I'm a mutt. I'm a fire mutt. Burned alive as pain eats away, slowly becoming a human torch. I fall into a sea of foam the color of Finnick's eyes, but my back continues to burn under the surface of the water. Above me, birds fly freely, each representing one of the dead. Among them are Boggs, Jackson, Finnick...and of course, Katniss. They all fly down and tell me to join them, dragging me further down into the sea. But one bird hangs on. Katniss. She tries to pull me up but I know if she holds on, she will drown too. I tell her to let go, tears filing my eyes, and I drown deep down into the water.

The morphling is sweet but bring me back to my bitter reality. I'm in the Capitol hospital being treated of all my injuries. They've given me a prosthetic foot, my throat feels like sandpaper is rubbing through, and my skin has really been torched. I am a girl of no fire. I am a girl of no sister.

[In the dazzling white Capitol hospital, the doctors work their magic on me. Draping my rawness in new sheets of skin. Coaxing the cells into thinking they are my own. Manipulating body parts, bending and stretching the limbs to assure a good fit. I hear over and over again how lucky I am. My eyes were spared. Most of my face was spared. My lungs are responding to treatment. I will be good as new.] (page 350 lines 4 through 11)

They tell me they've saved "the boy" and I am relieved. At some point his life became more important than mine, at least to myself. He's fine. So I'm fine. Well maybe not. The doctors have run many tests on me but say they don't know why I can't speak. The head doctor concludes that I've become a mental avox from all the emotional trauma. Seems about right.

People come into my room day and night to give the Mockingjay information.

[On the war: The Capitol fell the day the parachute went off, President Coin leads Panem now, and troops have been sent out to put down the small remaining pockets of Capitol resistance. On President Snow: He's being held prisoner, awaiting trial and most certain execution. On my assassination team: Cressida and Pollux have been sent out into the districts to cover wreckage of the war.] (Page 351 lines 4 through 11)

What keeps me alive is the promise that I get to kill Snow. I'm released from the hospital after a while and given a room in the mansion for Mother and I. She's rarely home, burying her grief in her work. As for me, I go back to my habits in Thirteen. Wandering around, looking for strange places to hide. A quiet library, the small attic area, a supply closet. Quiet places where people can't find me. One day I find myself down in the pipes. My bracelet reads mentally disoriented and I turn it around my wrist.

My name is Primrose Everdeen. I am only thirteen years old. My home is District 12. These is no District 12 now. I am the Mockingjay. I brought down the Capitol. Snow killed my sister. I will kill Snow. The games will be over...

Haymitch and Johanna takes turns checking up on me, the girl who was on fire. They make sure I'm eating and take all my medication.My doctor, Doctor Aurelius, doesn't tell me stupid things like "everything is going to be okay" or "you'll be all better" because they just aren't true. He mostly sleeps when he checks on me which is fine for the both of us.

Snow's assassination is coming up soon and I'm given my Mockingjay suit. I should be excited. Instead, I feel empty. I wander around and take a right instead of a left, finding a new place I've never been to before. The smell of roses overwhelm me when I get close. This must be where the evil things grow.

Two guards stand in front of the door. They aren't Peacekeepers; they don't exist anymore. They aren't from Thirteen either. Instead, the guards have torn clothes that mark them as rebels. Their guns form an X, telling me that I cannot pass. I try to push through. They won't allow that. I'm about to sprint underneath them when a certain someone comes to the rescue.

"Let her in." The voice isn't from Thirteen nor the Capitol. I turn around and find myself faced with Paylor, Commander of 8. These are her soldiers. I thank her and walk in.

I am greeted with a myriad of roses, grouped by their different colors. Some are orange like the sunset, others Seam grey like Katniss' eyes. I quickly walk away from those until I get to the white roses. I find the perfect one that has just bloomed.

"That's a nice one."

Snow. I turn around and he coughs into his handkerchief. It's red when he brings it away from his mouth. "I was hoping you'd find a way here."

I thought he'd be in a prison, locked deep down under Thirteen. Letting him stay in his mansion...this must have been Coin's doing. A precedent for how she should be kept before her assassination in the case that she ever falls.

"I'm sorry about your sister," Snow apologizes. I clench my fists. "It was wasteful, so unnecessary. The game was already over. I was about to surrender when they released the parachutes."

Wait. It makes no sense. He dropped the parachutes...right? So why does he say they released the parachutes?

"You don't think it was me, do you?" It's almost like Snow's in my mind. "If I had a hovercraft, I would have escaped. No. That was not mine. I am not wasteful."

He coughs up more blood. I remember Finnick telling me about Snow's bloody secrets once. That may have to do with it.

"I do admit, it was genius on Coin's part," Snow continues, "making it seem like I bombed helpless children...makes the remaining people think negatively of me, doesn't it? The bombing aired live, did you know? Oh Plutarch...I'm sure he didn't mean to hit your sister."

What he's implying finally hits me. Suddenly I'm in District 13 with Noah and Beetee as Noah excitedly explains about a new weapon he helped design. It explodes once to cause damage, then after thirty seconds, once more to kill off the rescuers.

"Where I failed was finding Coin's plan. The Capitol and districts destroy one another and she just steps up without a single scratch. Genius, really. After all, it was Thirteen that started the rebellion during the Dark Days, then abandoned the rest when the tides turned. Big mistake. I wasn't watching Coin, I was watching you. I believe we both have been played."

I talk for the first time after Katniss' death.

"I don't believe you."

Snow chuckles.

"Oh Ms. Everdeen, I thought we agreed not to lie to each other."

~A/N~ AHH full circle to CFP!!

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-Monica

For nabojaz14, Liseforlife, Demigod_Winchester, and ksuch16, aka the club:

To the Seven: Blackjack or Tempest?

Percy: Blackjack.

Annabeth: Blackjack.

Nico: Blackjack.

Piper: Tempest!

Percy: Lol Blackjack is cooler than Jason.

Annabeth: And his horse. They're lame.

Jason: DON'T BELIEVE WHAT THEY SAY TEMPEST! YOU'RE STILL THE BEST IN MY EYES!

Tempest: *snort*

Jason: I love you too.

Tempest: *snort*

Percy: I speak horse and Tempest just said he hates you.

Jason: psh...that's not...you don't...

Frank: It's true, Percy speaks horse.

Percy: Blackjack calls me boss because I am.

Annabeth: What does Tempest call you, Jason?

Jason: ...

Tempest: *whinny*

Percy: He says peasant.