I moan softly as the tracker jacker venom enters my veins. The attendant from the Capitol swivels my chair towards a large screen. It's playing some kind of movie and at first I don't understand what it is. But then I realize.

It's my first Games.

My first instinct is to run as far away from here as possible. But as my wrists and legs pull at the restraints that bind me to this chair, they send a small shock through my body. I wince in pain and shut my eyes. I will not watch this.

"Eyes open!" yells the attendant. I pretend not to hear him. "Eyes open!" I feel his hand crack across my face, but I still refuse to open my eyes. Then I feel his hot breath on my face. "I didn't want to have to do this, but it seems I have no other choice." I hear him click a button at the bottom of my chair.

"Ah!" I cry out in pain as the chair sends an electric current through my body, but I keep my eyes closed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the attendant asks in a menacing tone. I don't gratify him with an answer. He hits the button again. I try to keep silent, but a small groan escapes my lips. I open my eyes.

"There now, was that so hard?"

I glare at him. But then I realize the tracker venom is taking effect. The corners of my vision are blurring and everything looks vivid and shiny. The attendant forces my head toward the screen. It's a portion of the recap, starting with the sounding of the gong. It mostly features Katniss, her fighting for that backpack, dodging Clove's knife and running into the woods. I watch in agony as she runs from the huge wall of flames chasing after her. Is chased into the tree with the tracker jackers.

"She tried to kill you." It's the first words the attendant has spoken in an hour.

"W-what?" I manage to get out through the pain. I haven't started hallucinating yet, so I guess they didn't put a lot of venom in me.

"She tried to kill you with the stunt she pulled in that tree."

At that moment on the screen, the nest drops from the tree an explodes onto the Career camp. I watch as we all scatter, running to the lake, not bothering to check who's with us and who isn't.

"No, she didn't know what I was doing. She thought—"

"She knew the whole time."

I jerk my head up to look at him.

"She knew exactly what you were doing. She knew your whole plan. She took advantage of the fact that you loved her. And she tried to kill you anyway. She—"

"NO!" I won't believe it. I refuse to believe a word he says.

"Yes," he replies. "She hated you. She still does. She tried to kill you. She wanted you dead. She still wants you dead."

"No!" I yell again, banging my head against the back of the chair. "Katniss wouldn't do that. That's not the kind of person she is!"

"She's not a person!" the attendant shrieks, inches from my face. "She's a mutt. Created by the Capitol. She's programmed to kill you. It's her only purpose. She failed in the first Games, and in the Second. So now she's with Thirteen, planning your death as we speak."

"No," I whisper. It can't be true. "She saved me in the Games. She was determined to keep me alive. The—the berries. That was so we could both live."

"So she could kill you herself!" he shouts. "And she did nothing but try to kill you throughout the Games!"