[AUTHORS NOTE]

For starters, I want to apologise. The first book in this series is clearly a favourite-- it's my favourite too! And I am well aware that the writing style I've used has changed. For the second part of this book, I plan on being able to make it (structure and style wise) more like the first book. But I'd love to know what you guys think about that!

Secondly, any predictions about what happened to Quinn when she was getting hijacked? What exactly did the Capitol do to her?

Stay classy, fam!

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    Quinn's entire body ached, her head was throbbing, and her entire body felt like it was burning too. She held her eyes shut tightly as she began to feel the floor beneath her aching body. After a moment though, once Quinn began to pull her thoughts together, she was able to open her eyes and not feel too blinded by the lights in the room. Quinn slowly began to push herself up, and propped herself up on her elbows-- and the small movement made her skull feel like it was splitting right down the middle. And in her elbow there was a bandage that was taped securely down.

    Quinn up at the screen, on the screen, the only working half of the screen was the one of the torture chamber. The other half was dark. In the torture chamber was Peeta, looking towards the door-- a confused look on his face. Quinn slowly got up onto her knees and then slowly stood the rest of the way. Her throbbing head spun, and she stumbled to wards the door and leaned against it as she looked out the window. But she could barely see, it was almost like the Capitol had placed light clouds near the floor that were just beginning to settle. After a few moments of looking out the small window at the light gas, red beams of light sliced through them.

    Her head throbbed too much to even do anything but stand there.

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    Quinn jolted awake, and instantly she knew that she wasn't in her cell. She racked through her brain until she remembered the door to her cell being opened and the gas that had filled the hallway billowed into her cell. She had been so drowsy, and her entire body had been so weak that it didn't take much for the gas to knock her out.

    Nothing had changed much about how she felt. Her body ached and felt like it was on fire. Her head throbbed, and there was still a tight bandage on her arm from the injection that had knocked her out the first time. But now, on her other arm where the piece of metal that shocked her, there was an even tighter bandage. Quinn looked around, it looked like she was in the part of a hovercraft. So she slowly rolled over just enough to get a better look around. Next to her, only a few inches away, was Agathias. He was still asleep, and he had a few cuts on his face and a thick bandage on the same arm that Quinn had the tracker of sorts in. On the other side of him was Peeta, for the most part he looked the same as he had on his broadcast that had gone terribly wrong-- only he didn't have makeup to make him look healthier.

"You look like you've been to hell and back," Quinn looked up towards the sound of the voice. And not far from where she was, Johanna was sitting up with her back against a row of seats. And not far from her Annie Cresta and Enobaria were laying down, still asleep on the floor of the hovercraft.

    If Quinn looked bad, Johanna looked worse. Her already thin face looked like her skin getting more and more pale. Her eyes looked sunken into her skull, and her hair had been shaved off.

"Where are we going?" Quinn asked.

"District Thirteen,"

"Thirteen?" Quinn echoed.

She nodded a bit and sighed, "That's what I said." she stated, "Took them long enough to get us out of there."

"How?" Quinn asked, pushing herself up to lean against the seats.

    Johanna didn't say anything. Her fingers only kept fumbling with the material on her sleeve. Her facial expressions tightened when she clenched her jaw shut.

"I could ask you the same thing," she stated, her voice almost bitter. "Did you ever plan on telling any of us about your little plot? To get out of the arena alive?" she scowled, her eyes stabbed into Quinn like daggers.

Quinn stared at her, "I didn't try to..." she retorted, "It wasn't really...my choice."

"You could have chosen to stop breathing." she retorted, "We could all see it. You're pathetic."

    Quinn didn't say anything. They had all just been evacuated from the Capitol, and Johanna was choosing to lash out at that exact moment? Finnick had told Quinn that Johanna wasn't exactly the friendliest Victor around, and in the arena, Quinn didn't really have a chance to experience the real Johanna. But if this was it, Quinn wanted nothing to do with her.

"Good job trying to redeem yourself with those little videos from Thirteen though," she added, "It was almost believable that Panem's Feisty Pearl had come back."

Quinn stared at her for a moment, "What's your problem, what did I do to you?"

"The rebels chose to get you out of that arena and left the rest of us to try to survive for another day, and they didn't even get all of us." she explained coldly, "And so far, you haven't proven yourself to be anything like we all expected you to be-"

"And what would that be?" Quinn snapped in reply, "Please enlighten me, Johanna of what that is."

"An impulsive, and offensive bitch who gets under President Snows' skin." she stated, "But instead you've just been impulsive. You're forgetting the part that made you the Rebel Tribute, what caused those riots before your games...it's pathetic."

"You clearly haven't gotten a good look of yourself then." Quinn retorted as she pulled herself up onto the seat where it was more comfortable.

She stared at her for a moment, and then a smile spread across her face. One that made her look just as insane as she probably was, "So you do still have it in you."

"If I'm irritated enough, I guess I do."