Mockingjay (The Final Book of The Hunger Games) by Suzanne Collins Page A

face. The next thing I know, my sister is waking me for 18:00--Reflection.
Prim tells me they've been announcing the assembly since lunch. The entire population, except those needed for essential jobs, is required to attend. We follow directions to the Collective, a huge room that easily holds the thousands who show up. You can tell it was built for a larger gathering, and perhaps it held one before the pox epidemic. Prim quietly points out the widespread fallout from that disaster--the pox scars on people's bodies, the slightly disfigured children. “They've suffered a lot here,” she says.
After this morning, I'm in no mood to feel sorry for 13. “No more than we did in Twelve,” I say. I see my mother lead in a group of mobile patients, still wearing their hospital nightgowns and robes. Finnick stands among them, looking dazed but gorgeous. In his hands he holds a piece of thin rope, less than a foot in length, too short for even him to fashion into a usable noose. His fingers move rapidly, automatically tying and unraveling various knots as he gazes about. Probably part of his therapy. I cross to him and say, “Hey, Finnick.” He doesn't seem to notice, so I nudge him to get his attention. “Finnick! How are you doing?”
“Katniss,” he says, gripping my hand. Relieved to see a familiar face, I think. “Why are we meeting here?”
“I told Coin I'd be her Mockingjay. But I made her promise to give the other tributes immunity if the rebels won,” I tell him. “In public, so there are plenty of witnesses.”
“Oh. Good. Because I worry about that with Annie. That she'll say something that could be construed as traitorous without knowing it,” says Finnick.
Annie. Uh-oh. Totally forgot her. “Don't worry, I took care of it.” I give Finnick's hand a squeeze and head straight for the podium at the front of the room. Coin, who is glancing over her statement, raises her eyebrows at me. “I need you to add Annie Cresta to the immunity list,” I tell her.
The president frowns slightly. “Who's that?”
“She's Finnick Odair's--” What? I don't really know what to call her. “She's Finnick's friend. From District Four. Another victor. She was arrested and taken to the Capitol when the arena blew up.”
“Oh, the mad girl. That's not really necessary,” she says. “We don't make a habit of punishing anyone that frail.”
I think of the scene I walked in on this morning. Of Octavia huddled against the wall. Of how Coin and I must have vastly different definitions of frailty. But I only say, “No? Then it shouldn't be a problem to add Annie.”
“All right,” says the president, penciling in Annie's name. “Do you want to be up here with me for the announcement?” I shake my head. “I didn't think so. Better hurry and lose yourself in the crowd. I'm about to begin.” I make my way back to Finnick.
Words are another thing not wasted in 13. Coin calls the audience to attention and tells them I have consented to be the Mockingjay, provided the other victors--Peeta, Johanna, Enobaria, and Annie--will be granted full pardon for any damage they do to the rebel cause. In the rumbling of the crowd, I hear the dissent. I suppose no one doubted I would want to be the Mockingjay. So naming a price--one that spares possible enemies--angers them. I stand indifferent to the hostile looks thrown my way.
The president allows a few moments of unrest, and then continues in her brisk fashion. Only now the words coming out of her mouth are news to me. “But in return for this unprecedented request, Soldier Everdeen has promised to devote herself to our cause. It follows that any deviance from her mission, in either motive or deed, will be viewed as a break in this agreement. The immunity would be terminated and the fate of the four victors determined by the law of District Thirteen. As would her own. Thank you.”
In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.

Hunger Games 3 - Mockingjay

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