Hijacked

Fish in a Barrel

Catora was staring forlornly at her bed sheets. Just a couple of minutes ago she had been crying but I couldn't figure out why. Was it because she was caged in here knowing I could be "lurking" around, watching her. Well, I was watching her.. But she couldn't know that. This was one way glass. I could see her but she couldn't see me.

Her feet were still strapped to the bed but her arms were free for once, allowing her to sit up a bit normally. Despite the Doctors saying she was eating a little more, she still looked really skinny. Her collar bones were poking out of her white hospital gown and her face was drawn, her jawline more defined.

"She'll get better." Gale said coming up behind me.

"She's resisting treatment." I murmured. "And the Doctors a saying she's refusing to let them check on the baby." I paused. "She wants him to die."

"Do you want it to be a boy too?"

"I just want her to be better. To be happy." Gale and I said nothing for sometime. When he cleared his throat I knew it was to tell us we had to leave.

"The hovercraft is ready."

Marching down the hallways, we see met up with Katniss who looked just as grim as we did. She nodded at me before setting her gaze ahead of us as we entered the airplane hanger. People were running across the area lugging boxes, weapons and other equipment. Nobody paid us any attention as we boarded the hovercraft in the middle of the hanger.

"Get strapped in. We're leaving in five minutes." Cressida said as soon as we came on board. The three of us wasted no time in finding seats and buckling in. I sighed as I leaned back in the hard plastic chair.

We were back to making propos again. I thought I would be done with that when Catora was back. Or I had at least hoped she'd be well enough to do them with me. But neither of these things happened. The message of the Mockingjay still needed to be spread and while President Coin's message about the successful rescue of a couple dozen tributes was something of a miracle, the Districts still needed to see that I was alive and well and that I was helping the people. Helping with the war effort. Even though everything was staged.

We were heading to District 8. Apparently they had been under a lot of heavy fire. The District was on the brink of total destruction. Very few buildings and structures remained standing and the people that were left were starving, injured, dying. I almost didn't want to go but Coin thought it might lift the people's spirits to see me so I agreed. Though I don't know what I could do to ease their pain.

Since we're going into a more militarized zone closer to the Capital, a man named Boggs is accompanying us along with several armed guards. Boggs dark complexion and unchanging stern features are what makes me trust him. He's willing to die for this cause and is a good soldier. I'd met him before on occasion and he seemed indifferent about me and what I was doing. I felt the same way. None of this was really helping.

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"We're landing in ten minutes." Someone called out. I sighed. That went by faster than I had expected. Glancing at Katniss she nodded at me as if to confirm that this ride hadn't felt as long as the others had. As we unbuckled our restraints, I watched several armed personal head to the bay doors.

"Is this place really that dangerous." Katniss murmured as we stood up.

"They've had frequent bomb attacks since the beginning of this war. The Capitol knows how closely involve 8 is and where their allegiance lies."

"Then aren't we making it worse by coming here? By filming them?" I asked. If Gale knew all of this that meant he was spending a bit more time with Plutarch and the war council than I thought.