Mockingjay Read Online Free PDF Page A

the people of 13 something I have withheld from them: credit. For staying alive against al odds. Their early years must have been terrible, huddled in the chambers beneath the ground after their city was bombed to dust.
    Population decimated, no possible al y to turn to for aid. Over the past seventy-five years, they've learned to be self-sufficient, turned their citizens into an army, and built a new society with no help from anyone. They would be even more powerful if that pox epidemic hadn't flattened their birthrate and made them so desperate for a new gene pool and breeders. Maybe they are militaristic, overly programmed, and somewhat lacking in a sense of humor. They're here. And wil ing to take on the Capitol.
    "Stil , it took them long enough to show up," I say.
    "It wasn't simple. They had to build up a rebel base in the Capitol, get some sort of underground organized in the districts," he says. "Then they needed someone to set the whole thing in motion. They needed you."
    "They needed Peeta, too, but they seem to have forgotten that," I say.
    Gale's expression darkens. "Peeta might have done a lot of damage tonight. Most of the rebels wil dismiss what he said immediately, of course. But there are districts where the resistance is shakier. The cease-fire's clearly President Snow's idea. But it seems so reasonable coming out of Peeta's mouth."
    I'm afraid of Gale's answer, but I ask anyway. "Why do you think he said it?"
    "He might have been tortured. Or persuaded. My guess is he made some kind of deal to protect you. He'd put forth the idea of the cease-fire if Snow let him present you as a confused pregnant girl who had no idea what was going on when she was taken prisoner by the rebels. This way, if the districts lose, there's stil a chance of leniency for you. If you play it right." I must stil look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly.
    "Katniss...he's stil trying to keep you alive."
    To keep me alive? And then I understand. The Games are stil on. We have left the arena, but since Peeta and I weren't kil ed, his last wish to preserve my life stil stands. His idea is to have me lie low, remain safe and imprisoned, while the war plays out. Then neither side wil real y have cause to kil me. And Peeta? If the rebels win, it wil be disastrous for him. If the Capitol wins, who knows? Maybe we'l both be al owed to live--if I play it right--to watch the Games go on....
    Images flash through my mind: the spear piercing Rue's body in the arena, Gale hanging senseless from the whipping post, the corpse-littered wasteland of my home. And for what? For what? As my blood turns hot, I remember other things. My first glimpse of an uprising in District 8. The victors locked hand in hand the night before the Quarter Quel . And how it was no accident, my shooting that arrow into the force field in the arena.
    How badly I wanted it to lodge deep in the heart of my enemy.
    I spring up, upsetting a box of a hundred pencils, sending them scattering around the floor.
    "What is it?" Gale asks.
    "There can't be a cease-fire." I lean down, fumbling as I shove the sticks of dark gray graphite back into the box. "We can't go back."
    "I know." Gale sweeps up a handful of pencils and taps them on the floor into perfect alignment.
    "Whatever reason Peeta had for saying those things, he's wrong." The stupid sticks won't go in the box and I snap several in my frustration.
    "I know. Give it here. You're breaking them to bits." He pul s the box from my hands and refil s it with swift, concise motions.
    "He doesn't know what they did to Twelve. If he could've seen what was on the ground--" I start.
    "Katniss, I'm not arguing. If I could hit a button and kil every living soul working for the Capitol, I would do it.
    Without hesitation." He slides the last pencil into the box and flips the lid closed. "The question is, what are you going to do?"
    It turns out the question that's been eating away at me has only ever had one possible