This is just a one-shot about the Avox girl. It's been stuck in my head, and I just had to get it out. I hope you like it. And please review telling me what you think.

I was a speaker. That's why the Capital was after me. My views and claims on the hunger games and government were causing unrest in district six. They were out for my blood, and wanted me to suffer. Nothing was going to stop them, so I left. With me was the boy I loved, though I had begged him not to. Following me would only get him killed. The Capital was unforgiving. He went with me anyway, claiming the Capital would kill him anyway if I left, just for being my friend. I hated the fact that he was right, because it also meant that my family would most likely be killed as well. But I was glad he was with me. It made me feel safer, and also very grateful that he would risk everything just to be with me. He gave me hope that we would make it to wherever we were going, and for a while, I actually believed we would make it.

I felt the strong winds of the hovercraft before I could see or hear it. We ran faster, though we knew it was too late. My eyes searched the woods we were in, looking for anything that could help us escape. They rested on a boy and a girl, not too far away from where we were. Their dark hair and grey eyes were very distinguishable from the appearance of those from the other districts. I could tell with just one look that they were from district twelve. I screamed for them to help us, to do something, anything, but they stayed where they were. I couldn't blame them. It wasn't their problem, and if they would have helped they would have been caught, too. My eyes met those of the girl, and silently I pleaded to her to help me. Her eyes were full of sadness and remorse, and I knew she would do something if she could. The boy I loved was speared through the chest and carried up to the hovercraft. I screamed his name, but I knew he was already gone. A net fell down on top of me, tripping me, causing me to collapse on the ground. I struggled against its hold, screaming, sobbing for the boy who was already dead. They brought me up to the hovercraft, and left me in a small, dark room. The cold, hard floor was where I laid down and sobbed until no more tears would come. I missed my family and the one I loved, and I was haunted by the fact that I had never said goodbye to either of them, had never told them just how much they had meant to me. And now I would never have that chance. After a while they came back for me, and led me to a larger, brighter room. I was a traitor they said, and had to be punished. They cut out my tounge, made me an Avox. I was forced to serve the Capital for the rest of my life.

I was a speaker, and what better way to punish a speaker than to take away her words? Perhaps making her life with the regret of never speaking the words that were most important, the words she never said.

Ok, I hope you liked it. Please remember to review. Thanks. J