Chapter One

My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar tune, the Mockingjay call. I pass it off at first as a figment of my imagination. But it becomes more and more real. Out of curiosity, I follow the siren song.

I feel entranced by the tune. It reminds me of Rue.

"Katniss," Rue's voice called to me.

I must be going crazy. Rue was dead. Right?

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I look over my shoulder to see a small figure, akin to Prim in size and figure, but with dark brown skin and eyes. I recognize her as Rue, the little female tribute from District 11 to whom I sang to before her death. The one I organized a flowered grave for.

"Rue?" I ask, not believing my eyes. I try to figure out if she was real or a dream.

"Shh. They'll hear you," Rue replied, putting a finger over her lips.

"Oh sorry," I say. "Are you real?"

"Pinch me if you don't believe me," Rue says.

"I'm not gonna pinch you," I object.

"You wanted your proof," Rue states . And she has a point.

"I'll need more proof than that," I say, leading her to Peeta's compartment. I want to see if Peeta was seeing what I see.

I go in to see Peeta's sleeping form.

"Peeta," I shake him.

"Yeah Katniss?" he asks.

But he sees what I'm talking about as he sees a girl behind me.

"Isn't that the girl from District 11, Rue?" Peeta asks, just as confused as I am.

"Do you see her too," I ask hopefully.

"Yeah. I can," he replies, getting up.

"It really is you Rue!" I exclaim.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Rue laughs.

"But how did you escape?" I ask.

"I'm not the only one," she reveals, leading us to a compartment across from Haymitch's.

Rue opens the door to reveal a fiery-red haired girl with amber eyes, and fox-like features. I know her from the games as Foxface. I don't know her real name.

Also there, is a boy about Rue's size with curled, dirty-blond hair and sea green eyes accompanied by a freckled face. From what I can tell, he is from District 4.

"Hi Foxface," I greet her. "I don't think I know you though," I say to the boy.

"I'm Bowen. Bowen Fisherman," he informs me, putting out his hand.

"He likes the ladies," Foxface teases.

"I do not! I'm merely being polite," Bowen explained.

"So," I interrupted, "How did you get out?"

"Well," Rue begins, "In training, I decided to strike up a conversation with Finch over here and she is cousins with Bowen over here. So we all met up in the arena and formed a secret alliance and the third day in, we made a pact to get out alive,".

"So what now?" Peeta asks.

"We were thinking that maybe we could go to England," Bowen suggested.

"It's a republic, like they talk about in school," Rue says, enthusiastically.

A spark of hope ignites in me. Freedom. I've always thought about what it would be like to hunt without it being illegal.

Then it dawned on me.

"Well that's all well and good, but we have one problem," I remind them.

"What's that Katniss?" Peeta asks.

"How do you propose we get there?" I say.

"Already have it worked out," Finch says. "Rue says that she heard that there are airplanes that transfer goods from Panem to England to keep up good foreign relations".

"I heard it talked about by the judges in training when I was hiding up in the rafters" Rue added.

"Do you think we should take that chance?" Peeta asks.

"I don't think we have a choice," I say.

"Okay then. I guess we're going" Peeta concludes.