A/N hey its Brighton. Sorry I haven't written. I have issues with my computer and whenever that happens, I panic and don't touch it for a week. :/ Anyway, I am starting a story from Johanna's POV about her time in the capitol which will either end when she is rescued or when it is post-mcokingjay. Haven't decided. Enjoy!

Not Suzanne Collins, just a tall, gray eyed, frizzy brunette with an obsession and a cause *poses dramatically*

The clicking of the beetles is so loud I can't think. Katniss and I ran down through the jungle unraveling the wire. Peeta had offered to go with Katniss, but I intervened. We can't risk him getting hurt. For her. Personally, I would have broken off the alliance because she annoys the hell out of me. But everyone loves her, so I was obviously overruled.

"I'll take the coil for a while." Thank Goodness, my fingers were starting to shake and my turn had been waaay too long.

"Here". I hand her the coil. As she starts unraveling, I begin to get anxious. We were running out of time and I had to do what needed to be done. All of a sudden, Katniss stops in confusion. The wire had been cut. It was time.

We looked at each other, her eyes filled with confusion and fear, mine with knowing and regret (almost). As soon as she started to pull an arrow from her sheath designated for our 'attacker'. When she turns away from me, the blunt end of my knife connects with her skull. She falls and I immediately sit on her chest to pin Katniss down.

"Just stay down, will you?" I hiss at her terrified and incapacitated form. Once she is stable under my knees, I take my knife and start to dig the tracker out of her arm. This task is much harder than I thought. Not only did I forget to expect her to start struggling, but the damn tracker was so small I'm pretty sure I have destroyed almost all of her veins. But I get the job done, and I hold up my trophy.

"She's good as dead! Come on, Enobaria!" Shit. I hear Brutus say this as I hear footsteps get closer and closer. Katniss may look dead, but I'm sure as hell not. I take off running away from their voices as far as possible. I end up in approximately the 5'o clock sector when I hear finnick start calling mine and Katniss's names. I want him to know I'm okay, but that would screw up everything.

As I sense Enobaria and Brutus draw back, I hear a cannon. Who was that? Peeta? Brutus? Katniss? I'm personally hoping for Enobaria, but the odds are not in my favor. Another cannon fires. It's getting closer to midnight. Where are they. I step out on to the beach and the world explodes.

The force field dome around this arena explodes in a dazzling burst of electricity. It would be an amazing and beautiful sight, in another life. But right now I had to make sure to get out of here safely. Oh, and to make sure they get out of here too. I'm starting to see stars. The Gamemakers are sending up fireworks, but the effort is pointless. As I look up at the sky I see a hovercraft. Hope returns.

One is drawing closer and closer to me, and I stand anxiously waiting for it to descend, I see something on the bottom of the hovercraft. It's a seal. From the Capitol. I start running, but I know the effort is pointless. They were going to capture me. The only thing in my power I could do was hope that Plutarch got to the others first.

As it descends closer to me, I attempt to run in a zigzag pattern to avoid the hovercraft. No such luck. I trip on an aboveground root and they catch up to me. The ladder is thrown out and catches on my arm. I am instantly paralyzed attached to the rungs and am being pulled closer and closer to the hovercraft. I would normally scream out every obscenity I know, unfortunately I am able to do nothing as I am being pulled closer to my eminent fate.

I enter into the hovercraft and instantly drop to the floor after gaining my motor skills back. There are peacekeepers everywhere. They are dressed in their normal uniforms but some dressed as medical staff. I see a figure strapped down to the bed, but as I try to identify them, someone blocks my view and a nauseating smell of roses overcomes my nostrils. President Snow.

"Hello, Miss Mason." He smiles cruelly as he twists a hypodermic needle in his hands filled with a clear liquid. "Welcome to the Capitol." He laughs as he plunges the needle into my arm. My last act of strength is spent on spitting in his face before I pass out and collapse to the floor.

Here we go.

A/N I know, it's short. Sue me. Actually, don't, I have no money. Please R&R!