Chapter Nineteen | The Broadcast

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   There hadn't been much activity for Quinn for the past few days, and she was beginning to thing Snows announcement about her own execution was nothing but a bluff.  She had paced her cell night and day trying to think of a way to get out of it-- but she knew that the only way would be to accept his offer and represent the Capitol. But she knew if she did that, then somehow ended up back in Thirteen, she would have been considered a traitor just like Peeta. So in the end, she knew that wasn't really an option. Her only other option was extremely unrealistic.

    It was the idea that she could find another peacekeeper that was like Damien. But the likelihood of that was next to nothing. All of the peacekeepers in the Capitol had probably been investigated as soon as Damien was caught. So Quinn knew her only two options were either accept the offer, or don't. However, by this point, she felt like it had been weeks since her meeting with Snow when it had probably only been a few days, maybe a week at the most-- she was starting to think it was a bluff. Getting her to beat herself up over the death of everyone who had gone to Four mixed with complete exhaustion could have been his intent in the first place. Now, at this point she was tired enough she had been able fall asleep for a minute or so, she was tired enough she could sleep through two shocks.

    Quinn stopped her pacing when she heard the Capitol anthem began on the screen in her cell. There hadn't been much on it, there had been a few times when the half of the screen with the torture chamber as Peeta called had either him, Johanna, or Enobaria in there having who knows what done to them. But there hadn't been much from the Capitol-- she hadn't seen one broadcast.

"Welcome, Peeta," Caesar Flickerman said, his face looked welcoming, but his tone was serious.

"Thanks for speaking with me again, Caesar." Peeta replied as his face appeared on the screen. Quinn was shocked by what she saw. From the few times Quinn had seen him in the torture chamber, most of the time he wasn't fighting it-- it wasn't as painful as the shock torture they used. Quinn assumed it was just hijacking, but he looked worse that he had ever looked through the small window or in the torture chamber. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles, and his skin was extremely pale.

Caesar gave him a small smile and nodded, "I'm told that you had something to say, was it about the riots?"

Peeta nodded and took a deep breath, "The riots..."

    Suddenly the screen began to glitch, and the picture of Peetas interview got interrupted by the static snow. Then for a brief moment there was the sound of the familiar song-- The Hanging Tree. But Peetas interview was quickly restored, but Peeta looked to the side a bit, taken by surprise.

"Peeta? You were saying about the riots?" Caesar stated, trying to redirect the interview-- to get it back on track.

Peeta didn't do anything at first, but then finally he looked back at Caesar and cleared his throat before saying anything again. "The riots in the districts have become ruthless and cruel." he repeated himself as the screen glitched again, "How, how do you think this will end?" his voice was almost pleading.

    The screen glitched for the third time, this time it lasted longer and Katniss appeared on the screen and images of the ruins of District Twelve filled the screen. Peeta couldn't recover himself from seeing the ruins of Twelve. He stared it the screen he could see where the images had been. Where the next propo had just been. He was muttering to himself, everything he said, Quinn couldn't understand a word until he finally muttered Katniss' name.

Then he remained quiet, his eyes began to fill with tears and they spilt over and ran down his cheeks, he began to talk. But not about the riots. "They're coming, Katniss. They're going to kill everyone in District Thirteen, Katniss!" two peacekeepers barley got onto the screen when they reached to restrain his arms. "They're coming! You'll all be dead by morning!"

    Then, silence. Complete silence, and a black half of the screen.

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