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  the rebels!" and know they must've broken through. the momentum slams me into a flagpole and i cling to it. using the rope that hangs from the top, i pull myself up out of the crush of bodies. yes, i can see the rebel army pouring into the circle, driving the refugees back onto the avenues. i scan the area for the pods that will surely be detonating. but that doesn't happen. this is what happens:
  a hovercraft marked with the capitol's seal materializes directly over the barricaded children. scores of silver parachutes rain down on them. even in this chaos, the children know what silver parachutes contain. food. medicine. gifts. they eagerly scoop them up, frozen fingers struggling with the strings. the hovercraft vanishes, five seconds pass, and then about twenty parachutes simultaneously explode.
  a wail rises from the crowd. the snow's red and littered with undersized body parts. many of the children die immediately, but others lie in agony on the ground. some stagger around mutely, staring at the remaining silver parachutes in their hands, as if they still might have something precious inside. i can tell the peacekeepers didn't know this was coming by the way they are yanking away the barricades, making a path to the children. another flock of white uniforms sweeps into the opening. but these aren't peacekeepers. they're medics. rebel medics. i'd know the uniforms anywhere. they swarm in among the children, wielding medical kits.
  first i get a glimpse of the blond braid down her back. then, as she yanks off her coat to cover a wailing child, i notice the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt. i have the same reaction i did the day effie trinket called her name at the reaping. at least, i must go limp, because i find myself at the base of the flagpole, unable to account for the last few seconds. then i am pushing through the crowd, just as i did before. trying to shout her name above the roar. i'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when i think she hears me. because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name.
  and that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.
  chapter 25
  real or not real? i am on fire. the balls of flame that erupted from the parachutes shot over the barricades, through the snowy air, and landed in the crowd. i was just turning away when one caught me, ran its tongue up the back of my body, and transformed me into something new. a creature as unquenchable as the sun.
  a fire mutt knows only a single sensation: agony. no sight, no sound, no feeling except the unrelenting burning of flesh. perhaps there are periods of unconsciousness, but what can it matter if i can't find refuge in them? i am cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. the feathers of flame that grow from my body. beating my wings only fans the blaze. i consume myself, but to no end.
  finally, my wings begin to falter, i lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of finnick's eyes. i float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. when i am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. the dead.
  the ones i loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. i want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. the ones i hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. biting again and again. dragging me beneath the surface.
  the small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "no, katniss!