Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life. I try to follow Doctor Aurelius’s advice, just going through the motions, amazed when one finally has meaning again.
The Mockingjay will take flight.
Garrett Hedlund » Finnick, Astrid Berges-Frisbey » Annie
Mockingjay: Peeta’s being held captive, Katniss reminisces
I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon.
Finnick had only been home a week when the men came and knocked on his door. “Finnick Odair?” the larger of the pair asked. He looked at each of them and then gave a slight nod.
“We need you to come with us,” they said. It didn’t sound like a question. “It seems you were very popular with the people of the Capitol. The President is in need of your services.” When he didn’t respond, they continued. “You will have all the luxuries of the Capitol. And all the women you could ever want.”
Visions of Annie rushed through Finnick’s head. He didn’t need other women, or the Capitol’s ridiculous luxuries. He’d seen all they could afford during the Games, and had no desire to further entertain those sick pleasures. “And if I refuse?” He asked. A dark glance passed between the two men, and the threat was palpable as the large man said, “We’d recommend you didn’t.”
Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.
“I can’t do this any more,” I say.
“I know,” he says.
“All I can think of is - what he’s going to do to Peeta - because I’m the Mockingjay!” I get out.
“I know.” Haymitch’s arm tightens around me.
Delly was sitting in the infirmary part of District Thirteen, a place she didn’t even know existed until now. It had been a frantic couple of hours, the bombing had completely caused all sound to cease in her ears, running away from the extreme bright lights of the explosions and amongst the screams and cries, she had managed to stay alive. Not only that, but her brother was here, safe, too. A sigh dropped from her mouth, relieved to some degree but still tense over everything that happened. Tears had spilled and dried, eyes puffed red as she tiredly pulled the dull, grey shirt over herself.
“Gale?” She couldn’t believe her eyes when she finally saw someone she knew; they didn’t know each other well, maybe talked on the one occasion but it was impossible not to know him when most of her friends talked about him half of the time. “Do you know where my parents are?” she asked with a shaky voice.
“I’m sorry, Delly,” he whispered under his breath. “District Twelve is gone. And your parents, too.”
“All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.”
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Off camera, Snow orders, “End it!” Beetee throws the whole thing into chaos by flashing a still shot of me standing in front of the hospital at three-second intervals. But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta’s attempt to continue speaking. The camera knocked down to record the white tiled floor. The scuffle of boots. The impact of the blow that’s inseparable from Peeta’s cry of pain.
And his blood as it splatters the tiles.