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          𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒, the echo made it possible for even a whisper to be heard from either of the other two Victors. 

          Peeta glanced at Johanna who was trying to block out the sounds by trying to shut her eyes, although she was failing. 

          "Do you think she'll be okay?" 

          Johanna let out a short, harsh laugh, as though Peeta had said something amusing. The woman turned her head sharply before shaking it. 

          "No, I don't think any of us will be okay." Johanna retorted. 

          Silence fell over the two of them as Fleur's blood curdling screams echoed throughout the cells and hallways.

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          Peeta watched in worry as Fleur's unconscious body laid in her cell. He had woken up just a couple minutes prior and saw that she had been brought back before he had regained consciousness. 

          Her hair was a mess and her fists were still clenched tightly, and the blonde noticed that her cheeks were still wet from salty tears. Peeta sat back and leaned against the wall, black circles under his eyes and bruises littered his face, although not as bad as the wounds on Fleur or Johanna. 

          He jumped in shock and fear when a scream echoed around the cell walls, recognizing the voice to be Johanna's. The sound caused Fleur to stir before she shot up and covered her ears in horror. 

          "No, no please. No." The woman sobbed as she shook her head and tears poured down her face. 

          "Hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay." Peeta whispered in worry as Fleur pressed her palms harder against her ears as she shut her eyes and sobbed. 

          "Finnick, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." Fleur whispered. 

          Peeta watched in worry before reaching through the bars and touched her arm softly causing her eyes to slowly open and take in Peeta's worried glance and slowly removing her palms from her ears. 

          "Are you okay? Fleur, are you okay?" Peeta asked softly and Fleur shook her head. 

          "No. They brought in a new torturer and now, instead of drowning me, they're making me listen to Jonah and Finnick and Ben's screams. And, it hurts. It hurts so bad, Peeta." Fleur whispered as she pushed her knotted hair out of her face, not caring about of the blood that spread across her face at the action. 

          Peeta looked at the District Eight Victor in sympathy before comfortingly putting his hand over her's. "It's going to be okay. You can't lose hope."

          "I'll try not to." Fleur whispered. 

          Peeta looked torn for a moment, thinking about if he should tell Fleur what happened when she was still in the torture session, but decided against it. 

          Fleur looked at Peeta and shook her head before she sighed. "You know," The woman began quietly causing the blonde to glance at her. "I raised a kid. I know when someone is keeping things from me."

          "It's okay, it's nothing important." Peeta whispered. 

          "Peeta, you're here for me." Fleur breathed out softly. "Let me be here for you."

          Peeta sighed before shaking his head at Fleur's stubbornness. "They made me do another interview." His lip quivered at the memory and Fleur frowned. "Only this time, they didn't even try to hide what they were doing, the bruises were visible and everything."

          "Oh, Peeta." Fleur whispered. "I'm so sorry."

          "You know, I'm scared, Fleur. Somedays, for a moment, I feel scared of Katniss and then I feel confused. I'm scared that it will happen more and more often until the Capitol successfully strips me apart and I'm the perfect weapon." Peeta muttered.

          "I know. This might be selfish, but I'm scared to that they'll do to me what they're doing to you, and use me as a weapon against Finnick." Fleur replied softly. 

          "That's not selfish." Peeta countered with a small shake of his head. "You're just scared you'll hurt Finnick if they do that to you."

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          Finnick brought his tray and sat down next to Katniss as he shot her a tentative smile. She gave him a minuscule smile as the propo video that had been shot at District 8 began playing in the infirmary television.

          They watched Katniss began talking to the camera with a fire in her words as the camera panned to the wreckage of the hospital behind her. It was intersected with studio clips of others on the mission describing the incident. At the end of the propo, large gold words were presented on the screen before it went black.

          Finnick glanced at Katniss before shrugging. "People should know that happened. And now they do."

          Katniss turned to Finnick, desperation in her eyes. "Let's turn it off, Finnick, before they run it again." 

          As his hand moved toward the remote he paused, hearing the familiar music of Ceaser Flickerman's show. The two of them glanced up to the screen and watched as the camera panned from Caeser Flickerman to his guest. Peeta.

          Katniss let out a gasp as Finnick's eyes widened in horror at the physical transformation at the previously healthy boy. He looked like he was in pain each time he moved and the broken look in eyes that wasn't there before.

          "Oh, Peeta." Katniss murmured in horror.

          Caesar and Peeta had a couple of empty exchanges before Caesar asks him about rumors that Katniss taping propos for the districts. 

          "They're using her, obviously. To whip up the rebels. I doubt she even really knows what's going on in the war. What's at stake." Peeta replied.

          "Is there anything you'd like to tell her?" Caesar Flickerman questioned.

          "There is." He looked directly into the camera. "Don't be a fool, Katniss. Think for yourself. They've turned you into a weapon that could be instrumental in the destruction of humanity. If you've got any real influence, use it to put the brakes on this thing. Use it to stop the war before it's too late. Ask yourself, do you really trust the people you're working with? Do you really know what's going on? And if you don't... find out."

          Black screen. The seal of Panem. The show was over.

          Finnick pressed the button on the remote that kills the power. In less than a minute, people would come to Katniss' hospital room to do damage control on Peeta's condition and the words that came out of his mouth.

          He gripped Katniss' arms roughly. "We didn't see it. We didn't see Peeta. Only the propo on Eight. Then we turned the set off because the images upset you. Got it?"

          Katniss nodded and began putting her food into her mouth, so that by the time people came in, the two looked like they hadn't seen something horrifying.

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