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HG: The Narrow Path, Chapter Nine - The Phantom Librarian
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HG: The Narrow Path, Chapter Nine
Haymitch is watching the rescue from the Capitol. Gale has just opened Johanna's cell, and she's demanded his gun and shot a wounded Peacekeeper who was sneaking up on them. She wants more targets.

Chapter Nine
I look at Johanna, her legs unsteady, her arms occasionally jerking spasmodically, and speak into my microphone. "Gale, disarm her before she accidentally shoots herself. She's not physically stable." She's probably not mentally stable, either, but how many of us are?

Johanna points the gun at a squirming guard and pulls the trigger, only getting a dry click.

"It's out of ammo, anyway," Gale says. "Not wasting time."

Johanna starts kicking at the door next to hers. "Peeta! Peeta!"

"He's not here," Gale says. "They took him to the training center. Where's Annie Cresta?"

"You have to get Peeta," Johanna says. "I don't know what the hell they've been doing to him. Screaming. All the time, screaming. Nonsense. Just screaming..."

"We have a team on it," Gale says, looking spooked as Johanna keeps muttering under her breath about Peeta's screams. "They're recovering him right now. "Where's Annie?"

Johanna points catty-corner to the last cell in the hall. Before the cameraman follows them to it, he raises the view to the small window on Peeta's cell. The floor is covered with blood and smeared with things I don't want to think about. There is a coffin on the cot, but I can't tell who's in it. Something is on the wall, but I can't see it.

"Keep moving," Plutarch orders quietly.

The view swings. Gale and Johanna have reached Annie's cell. This one has a thick plexiglass wall. Through it, I can see Annie, who is, for some reason, covered with a Peacekeeper's white coat. She comes to the cell door and looks out. Her arms are crossed and she is picking at the fabric of the coat. Gale swipes the security key and she comes out.

"Why are you dressed in that?" Johanna asks.

"Peeta," Annie says vaguely.

"We're on it," Gale says. "Come on. We need to get out of here."

The shot gets jittery as they run for a door Plutarch points them toward, one that doesn't lead back up through the same halls they came through.

I look at the other screen. The junior Gamemaker Orman has stayed behind in the apartment (as I always suspected, there is a security camera feed in each room (I hope Beetee's broadcast is interfering with it), and he is engaged in systematically blowing them out), and the others are on the way to the roof. Messalla is carrying one end of Peeta's improvised stretcher, which gives a strange, skewed perspective. There's a horrible close up of a line of puncture wounds along his shoulder, disappearing around and behind his neck. Several of them are swollen.

"I don't like this," one of the Leegs says when they get to the roof. "It was too easy."

"You wanted more of a challenge?" Messalla asks.

"I expected more of a challenge," she says. "That's a different thing."

"What are you thinking?" the other Leeg says.

"I don't know. I'm not sure. Obviously, he's not wired. Nothing to cover it up with." She speaks into her microphone. "Plutarch, did your doctor examine him? Could they have booby-trapped him?"

My guts turn cold and slick at this thought, but Plutarch contacts the doctor, listens, then says, "Peeta was unconscious for the most part, so he couldn't talk, but that didn't prevent a physical exam. He's got a lot of injuries, but there are no foreign items in his body. Galerius particularly checked the leg. It's not working properly, but there's nothing there that shouldn’t be."

The first Leeg bites her lip. "I just don't like it."

"It's a blessing," Plutarch says. "Take it. Sometimes, things just work."

I cut off my connection. "Do you really think that?"

"I don't know," Plutarch says quietly. "But do you want to risk them deciding not to bring him after all?"

But when the hovercraft gets there and the medical technicians on board run test after test as they fly to the rendezvous point, nothing turns up. Peeta is battered and sick, but he doesn't seem to be booby-trapped in any way they can see.

When the jittery motion finally clears on the screens around Gale's team, they've emerged from the prison and are standing still at last. They only had one extra gas mask, since the plan was technically only to rescue Annie, and all of them are a little woozy, obviously from taking turns going without. Johanna's spasmodic movements have gotten worse, and Annie is carrying her gun. (The soldier she originally relieved of it has drawn his back-up.) Somehow, in the fog, she's convinced Gale to give her his hunting knife. She could still damage herself with it, but at least knives don't accidentally go off.

"Where's our ride?" one of the soldiers asks.

Gale looks around, then curses. The van they came in is on fire. Plutarch's junior Gamemaker is lying dead on the ground.

Plutarch draws in a sharp breath. "Gale, get to cover. Obviously, someone didn't get knocked out." He pulls up the security screen, where a team of masked guards is creeping stealthily down the hall toward the cell block.

"They're headed for the cell block," Plutarch says calmly. "It won't take them long to figure out where you got out."

Gale pauses. "I'm um... I'm sorry about your guy there."

"Thank you." Plutarch thinks about it. "There's an arroyo on the far side of the prison wall. Climb in."

"An..." Gale bites his lip.

Johanna, who has been listening in on one of the other soldiers' earpieces, says, "Plutarch, what the hell is an arroyo?"

"A really big drainage ditch. This one's lined with concrete. Get into it. It leads to the lake."

"Great," she mutters. "Ditches. My favorite." She starts to move, but is suddenly gripped by another spasm in her arms and legs. She falls to the ground.

Gale tries to take his coat off, either to cover her or to carry her, but he can't get to it under his equipment. Something white flashes, and the camera turns to Annie, who's taken off the Peacekeeper's coat, leaving her in what looks like a hospital gown. Gale wraps the coat around Johanna, but she doesn't stop shuddering. He says, "I don't think we're climbing down anywhere."

"Climb," Johanna says through clenched teeth. "Leave me here. I'll take some out."

"The only things you're going to take out are your own fingers," Gale says. He pushes off his heavy backpack and hands it to Annie. "Can you take that?" he asks.

She looks at it like it might explode (in Annie's head, many things explode), then nods solemnly. She grunts as she puts it on, and it bends her over slightly, but she's in reasonably good shape. They haven't done anything to her physically, as far as I can see.

Gale quickly arranges the long coat around Johanna. He squats in front of her. "Get on my back," he says.

"You don't have to carry me."

"Stop wasting time. I'll keep you steady with the coat, but I don't have time for your pride."

"If I were you," I say, "I'd take the knife away from her after that."

He ignores me and gets her arranged on his back. She manages to get her arms around his neck for balance. The knife is near Gale's face.

Burdened this way, they make their way across the prison grounds. A sluggish guard sees them, but he's too slow. One of Gale's soldiers puts him down with a shot to the head.

They reach the arroyo and find a rail ladder going down to the bottom. There's a thin trickle of water.

Johanna makes a high-pitched noise, then bites down, hard, on the collar of the coat she's wearing.

"What the..." I start, but I can't even come up with a theory.

Plutarch switches his voice over to the hovercraft. "Is Peeta Mellark stable?" he asks.

Boggs comes on. "We sedated him with the knockout gas, and we're getting his leg functional again while he's out, but he's physically stable. We've given him medication for the allergic reaction he seems to be having to whatever he was given."

"Good," Plutarch says. "I need you to sweep down over the arroyo. We have an injured prisoner and no transport."

"It's risky," Boggs says.

"It's also an order."


Gale moves his group as quickly as he can move them toward a low bridge over the arroyo. The sky is darkening, and I can see that the little trickle of water at the bottom is starting to flow faster. When they reach the bridge. Johanna lets go of Gale and scrambles halfway up the side. She tries to get further, but he pulls her down. "Nothing's hurting you," he says. "Calm down."

She wrenches her arm away from him and tries to climb again.

Something booms. Gale grabs Johanna and forces her down the slope, but there is another bang, and he grasps at his shoulder. Blood flows out between his fingers.

The hovercraft shimmers into view, and Boggs fires down at the Peacekeepers, spraying the ground so they can't get close. Someone lowers the claw. Annie screams, "No! Not dead!" Johanna refuses to stand in the water. Both of them fight their rescuers.

Plutarch grinds his teeth. "Sedate them," he orders Boggs.

Someone whose aim rivals Katniss's manages to get a tranquilizer into Johanna as she thrashes. Annie is an easier target.

They are all drawn up into the hovercraft.

It turns for home.

In Command, a cheer goes up. It may be premature. They have a lot of ground to cover. But we got them out.

Except for Effie. Except for Portia and the preps. Except for Caesar Flickerman, and the junior Gamemaker Orman, and Peeta's doctor.

They have been left to the mercies of the Capitol.

I hope they have their own escapes planned.

Beetee ends the diversion broadcast. I wonder what the Capitol made of it.

Katniss and Finnick try to come into Command, but Plutarch shakes his head, and Coin nods. She orders them out.

"What's going on?" I ask.

Plutarch signals to a young tech who's been quite taken with Finnick. She comes over. Plutarch tells her, "Block all signals coming from the Capitol. Nothing on television outside this room. Even if we have to cut our own programming. And see if you can lead Everdeen and Odair someplace moderately comforting."

The tech leaves.

"And why," Coin asks, "are we blocking the signal? Do you expect a retaliation propo?"

"I expect actual retaliation," Plutarch says grimly.

We keep one screen on here for the Capitol broadcast, which is full of confused reports about the disruption in service and the collapse of the Viewing Center. They seem to suspect now that it was a diversion, and as we watch, they start to find the dead guards at the prison.

On the other screens, we get our daily reports from the districts. Winnow has made contact with her grandmother in Eleven, which people from Thirteen seem less than impressed with. She's also contacted Rue's family, the McKissacks, who've taken over the farm production. So much of the crop has been lost that everyone will need some belt tightening, but they've tightened their belts before and lived through it.

We are in the middle of a discussion with Paylor in District Eight -- another argument about why Thirteen hasn't sent back-up troops -- when someone in the back of the room shouts, "What are they doing?"

Coin cuts off the conversation with Paylor and brings up the sound on the Capitol broadcast.

They are in City Center. Snow is standing at the podium where he gives his speech for each year's games. In front of him, barely recognizable in prison clothes, with no make-up or hair treatment, are Peeta's preps, and Portia. They are being made to kneel in front of Peacekeepers.

"We will not tolerate treason," Snow says, with no preliminaries. "These allies of the rebellion have aided and abetted the treason of Districts Twelve and Thirteen, through their association with Haymitch Abernathy and Katniss Everdeen, who have just abducted Peeta Mellark, Johanna Mason, and Annie Cresta from their secure locations in the Capitol."

The person holding Peeta's hair stylist, Claudia, pulls her forward and yanks her head back so the camera gets a good shot of her face. She is dirty and crying.

"Claudia Culmer," Snow intones. "You are guilty of crimes against Panem. You gave comfort and succor to enemies of the state. You are sentenced to death."

With a flat, unimpressive bang, Claudia slumps forward, her blood pooling around her, her face vanished.

"Sergius Reed," Snow calls out, and Peeta's skin prep is called forward, accused, and shot. His team medic, Valentine Torbert, gets the same accusation, with the added charge of having prevented justice against me by feeding me detox pills that counteracted the poison Snow fed me. She is shot, and her body is thrown unceremoniously down with the others.

Portia is dragged forward. She isn't crying. She glares at Snow. "They're coming for you," she says. "It's over here. Everyone knows it."

Snow looks back dully. "Are you quite finished?"

"We're just starting."

"This woman, known as Portia Tate in the Capitol," Snow says, "is hereby stripped of all Capitol privileges. Her true name, Pingala Tyler, will be marked forever as a traitor to Panem."

"Not to Panem!" Portia cries out. "I renounce you, Snow. I believe in Panem."

"She is an accessory to the traitor, Cinna Barrett -- "

"Cinna is a hero!"

" -- and as an agitator in her own right. She passed messages for the rebellion -- "

"I'm passing one now! Keep fighting!"

" -- and gave material aid to them. She spread disinformation -- "

"You're the only one with disinformation, Snow!"

" -- and her actions resulted in the deaths of many of our fine officers today."

"Fine torturers!"

Snow sighs and looks at her guard. "Do still Miss Tyler's flapping tongue."

There is a blast that seems deafening -- or maybe it's just in my head -- and Portia falls silent.

The camera closes in on Snow. "This is the price to be paid for today's actions, a small price. I remind our friends in Thirteen that anyone who has given them aid or comfort is a traitor, and will be dealt with."

"Effie," I say. Other faces float up in my mind -- mostly Katniss and Peeta's sponsors, who are a matter of public record. A group of kids who scraped together money with a street fair to get them supplies in the arena. An empty headed but decent hearted singer who made friends with Prim when he visited District Twelve. A nice couple who gave the kids all of their wedding presents. A long list of lonely old women with cats, who just wanted to feel like they were helping out those sweet young kids who loved each other so much.

I imagine Plutarch and Fulvia are thinking of their families. I don't know if Cressida has a family in the Capitol, though she looks pale and drawn. All of us who have spent time in the Capitol have people there who mean something to us. Finnick may hate his clients, but he's known to be friends with other people engaged in his business, and regularly brings them food and clothes. Beetee has worked with several of the scientists, and has long-standing ties to the business community, where he sells his inventions. Annie, during her more lucid times, is a great shopper, and is on a first name basis with any number of shopkeepers in the fashion district. I don't know who else has connections left there.

All I know is that, whoever they are, they've all been lined up for Snow now, and there's nothing else we can do for them.

Except win the war.

We establish contact with Boggs's team on the hovercraft, which is taking a roundabout northerly route home. Gale gives the report. His shirt is off and he's wearing a sling. There's a large bruise and bloody patch under his shoulder.

"Just a little shrapnel," he says. "Probably concrete from the arroyo. It's not very deep. They can get it when we get back."

"Very well, Soldier Hawthorne," Coin says. I notice her eyes scanning him with detached interest. "Well done."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"What's the condition of the prisoners?" I ask.

"Annie Cresta is fine. They'll want to do a more detailed work-up on her back in District Thirteen, but she has no visible injuries. She's obviously been terrorized, but she's holding up. She's helping the medics sort out bandages now." He gives a sheepish shrug. "It's make-work, but she's doing it."

"Good," Plutarch says. "And Peeta?"

Gale shakes his head. "It's bad. He hasn't regained consciousness. They have his leg functional again, but they had to replace several circuits. Luckily, they're standard equipment, and we had them on hand. He's had a few seizures. He's burned. There's at least one broken rib, and they've been injecting him with some kind of toxin. We don't know what. The medics guess that he was in the hospital for respiratory arrest. They don't understand everything that's going on, but he's obviously been beaten and shocked repeatedly."

"Do you have any idea what they'd be injecting him with?" I ask Plutarch.

He shakes his head and glances at Fulvia, who gives him a blank look in return.

Gale wipes his hand over his brow. "Whatever it is, they're going to need to have a medical team on hand. He's in really bad shape, Haymitch. We should have gotten him earlier."

Coin purses her lips. "And what of Johanna Mason?" she asks. "Your extra passenger."

"The medics aren't sure how she moved as long as she did," Gale says. "They've been soaking her and shocking her, and they had her hung by her arms a lot. There might be permanent nerve damage. She's got an upper respiratory infection from being naked and wet for days. Three cracked ribs -- she says that's their favorite bone to break -- and a lot of lacerations from being shaved. Her head and... other things. Supposedly so they wouldn't smell hair burning when they shocked her."

"She's been speaking?" Coin asks. "I was under the impression that she was sedated."

"She's fighting it," Gale says, not without admiration. "She keeps coming up from under it and asking for a gun or an axe."

"That's Johanna," I say.

He nods. "We're on route," he says. "No obstacles expected. I'd like to go sit with them, if I could."

"You're dismissed," Coin says. The screen goes out.

Coin looks inclined to give one of her non-inspirational speeches, but most of Command has found other things to do. Plutarch is on the wire with Orman and Galerius, instructing them to get as far underground as he can, out of the Capitol if possible. Beetee is scanning the airwaves. I occupy myself with trying to find one of Plutarch's uncompromised spies (to my shock, the president of the Muttation Appreciation Society) and get him to see what he can do for the sponsors, especially Aurelian Benz and the kids from the street fair. My head is spinning trying to think of something to do for Effie before Snow decides she's as subversive as poor Claudia and Sergius.

The meeting lets out around eight. I think about finding Katniss and Finnick, but they're reported to be keeping each other sane in the hummingbird room. I'm not sure I would be helpful in that endeavor.

I can't think where else to go, so I go to back to the apartment. Dalton is there, painting a picture of a dog. Or maybe a cat. Something with four legs, at least, which isn't a cow. It has pointed ears. I entertain the possibility that it's a rabbit.

"Dry?" he asks.

"Wishing I weren't. But, yeah. It's been a busy day."

"They get 'em?"


"I talked to Boggs's wife. She said they were going to the Capitol to recover the prisoners."

"Oh." I am not sure how much of this is allowed out of Command, so I just say, "Yes. They're on the way back."

He nods and gestures at a picture of Effie. "Your lady friend coming?"

I open my mouth to remind him that Effie's a friend, that her lady-ness is not a part of it, but the whole thing sticks in my throat. I see Portia falling to the ground. And the preps. I think of Effie, there in prison, where Snow can get to her any time he wants to. Stripped of all of her creature comforts. Possibly stripped entirely, judging by Johanna and Annie. I swallow hard and say, "They couldn't get to Effie."

"Well, like your girl noticed, they probably won't kill her."

"What do you mean?"

"They have her to hold against you, don't they? Knowing it'll drive you crazy. Make you want to sink into a pretty deep bottle."

I shake my head. "I don't treat Effie very well. I doubt anyone in the Capitol is under the impression that I'm in love with her, except for a few diehard gossip reporters. Even most of them have moved on to more interesting scenarios."

"Interesting ain't all it's cracked up to be. Snow's old enough to know that. I'd think you're old enough to know it, too."

I shake my head. "I don't love Effie. I'm just... used to her. And I sure as hell don't want her tortured or murdered because of me. I have a feeling that's exactly what's going to happen."

"Anything I can do?"

I shake my head. "If I could think of something to do, I'd be doing it." Before he can push this any further, I point to his painting. "That's your... dog?"

He winces. "My horse."

"Oh. Sorry." I try to make small talk. I don't do very well. All I can think of is the transport coming back. I want a drink, and Dalton knows it, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

It's midnight when the speaker beside wall-Effie beeps. I press the button to answer it.

"They're back," Beetee says. "Get Katniss and Finnick from the hummingbird room, and meet everyone in the hospital."

"Is everyone awake? Is Peeta lucid?"

"They're in radio silence," Beetee says. "We've been picking up Capitol scans. No reason to turn them into a target."

I am suddenly wide awake. I run to the elevator and take it down to Special Weaponry. Katniss and Finnick are sitting there among the birds. Katniss is making nooses. Finnick is crouched with his hands over his ears. I pass on Beetee's message.

Katniss is on her feet immediately, but Finnick seems to be in shock. He lets Katniss lead him to the elevator.

When we get out into the hospital, we're nearly hit by a gurney on which Johanna has finally given in to the sedative. She's raced off to a treatment room. Katniss spots Gale being treated for his shoulder wound and calls to him, but a nurse slams the door.


I look up. Annie, wrapped in a sheet, is running toward us, calling for Finnick. He meets her halfway, and they slam into a wall, clinging to each other. I don't think I've ever seen either of them look so happy.

Boggs looks exhausted when he comes over, but happy. "We got them all out," he says. "Except Enobaria..."

I raise my eyebrows, wondering when Enobaria even ended up on the list of victors he was supposed to retrieve. Maybe that was the deal Plutarch cut with Janus. He tells Katniss and me that Peeta is waking up now, and is at the end of the hall.

Katniss smiles widely, her hand going up to her mouth, her fingers dancing over the smile as if she can't quite believe it's there.

I grin at her. "Come on, then," I say. Boggs follows us.

The door is still open on the treatment room, and we can see him most of the way down the hall. Doctors are checking his responses and taking his pulse. He seems stunned. They've given him a pair of pants, but I can still see his bruised and sunken chest. Katniss doesn't seem to register it. She picks up speed, opens her arms to him.

He jumps down off the table, and for a minute, I am seeing Annie and Finnick rushing toward each other, clinging together.

I raise my hand to wave, figuring he won't want anything to interfere with this particular hello.

My hand is still hanging uselessly in the air when he starts to strangle her.
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dragonzair From: dragonzair Date: April 18th, 2013 07:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh my God, that was such a hard read with Portia and the preps. I'm not looking forward to reading the details to Caesar's death, especially when Coin made Peeta watch it. GOD DARN IT, FERN. How do you still manage to break me even when I know what happens?

I do like that one of Plutarch's spies is the Muttation guy. I quite liked reading him in The Golden Mean.
vesta_aurelia From: vesta_aurelia Date: April 18th, 2013 01:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
I can totally see him being anti-Snow because it hurts the poor Mutts to be attacking humans :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 18th, 2013 02:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, the whole game for the tributes dealing with them is to kill the muttations. Mutt Cruelty!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 18th, 2013 02:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
I liked him, too. ;p He's just some weird fandom guy.
redrikki From: redrikki Date: April 18th, 2013 01:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Damn. It's one thing to have the casual throw-away line about Portia and the others being dead, but you write it with a real gut-punch. Go Portia being that hard-core though, good for her.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 18th, 2013 02:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
I thought she deserved a little defiance.
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 18th, 2013 09:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm a little surprised Snow let her finish her defiant rant, especially when it was being broadcast. Though it makes sense if Snow wants Portia to know she's been beaten, and is making increasingly dumb decisions (he hasn't exactly been at the top of his game since the Quell).
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 19th, 2013 01:30 am (UTC) (Link)
His thought process is probably along the lines of "I will show how much I despise this, how unserious it all is, by being bored with it. They can rant all they want. I'll just kill them in the end." It wouldn't come off to viewers the way he's thinking!
barbara_the_w From: barbara_the_w Date: April 18th, 2013 02:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Does Plutarch already have a guess that Peeta's been hijacked? Because the rescue was "too easy"?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 18th, 2013 02:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
I think he may be flashing on the technique he's heard of. He definitely knows something's wrong.
marycontraria From: marycontraria Date: April 18th, 2013 05:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
*whimper* Portia...
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 18th, 2013 07:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
I know! I was sad when Collins killed her off. I guess it's realistic enough in Snow's kind of government, but there's nothing left of that creative duo at the end... their voices are just... shut off.
barbara_the_w From: barbara_the_w Date: April 18th, 2013 05:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
I notice her eyes scanning him with detached interest.

Is anyone else creeped out by Coin eying Gale? I don't know what would bother me more: a personal pruient interest or as breeding stock for the next generation of Thirteen soldiers.
sonetka From: sonetka Date: April 18th, 2013 06:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
I sure was. I don't see Coin as the prurient type, though -- impractical, wastes too much time, and does nothing to solidify her hold on power. Good breeding stock, though? Definitely.

Fern, this chapter was brilliant.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 18th, 2013 07:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
She could have her prurient interests. Not something I want to contemplate too closely, probably along the line of, "Well, it's better to have a quick meal than waste time thinking about food all day," but... yeah. Always squicky when you have absolute authority.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 18th, 2013 07:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
:raises hand:

If it was just glancing at him... well, who among us hasn't appreciated the view a lovely young man? But she's in a position of authority over him, and I think she'd act on it, either for herself or for the gene pool. The whole concept of bringing in "breeding stock" squicked me in MJ.
barbara_the_w From: barbara_the_w Date: April 19th, 2013 08:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
...I'm even more creeped out by knowing YOU are creeped out.
redlily From: redlily Date: April 19th, 2013 12:45 am (UTC) (Link)
Do Effie and Caesar have canonical fates?
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 19th, 2013 01:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Effie is definitely alive at the end; she gets Katniss ready for her last "public appearance." Caesar, I don't recall off the top of my head, but as far as Fern's concerned, he dies.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 19th, 2013 01:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Effie is rescued from jail by Plutarch and Haymitch pretending she's a rebel. (I love Katniss, not even bothering to pretend to believe it, but going right along with it because she knows it's keeping Effie alive.)

No canonical end for Caesar, but I've killed him off in a couple of the stories ("The Four Decisions" and "Songs of Victory").
From: tree_and_leaf Date: April 20th, 2013 05:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ouch. This was a particularly wrenching chapter!
shortysc22 From: shortysc22 Date: April 21st, 2013 02:48 am (UTC) (Link)
Another great chapter! This one felt different seeing it from Haymitch's perspective, mostly because there were so many other characters here that you get a much better picture of the whole scene. Loved this and can't wait to see how Haymitch reacts when they find out what's happened to Peeta.
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