DISCLAIMER- I am not Suzanne Collins. I don't own the Hunger Games. *tear*
Katniss. Her smile. The thing I have see very few times. I hear she has one almost constantly in the woods. Her braid. She's always had one. Always. Even eleven years ago when she was five. Her voice. It made the birds stop to listen. Her grit. She was always straight forward and spoke her mind. Her fingers. Her ears. And her eyes. Those smokey grey, marbles that I so long for.
And suddenly, I remember. Beetee. Johanna. Finnick. Katniss. The explosion. The confusion. And aircraft had come. It had picked up a few people but who? Where did it take them? Then another craft.
I feel fine. I start to open my eyes. I'm in a fancy rooom. Sheet that are made from cotton and silk. The rooms quite beautiful. Katniss? I shoot straight up.
"Katniss!" I yelled. I look around. The room is magnificent, marble walls. But it has a strange, creepy, feel in the air that suggests it might strangle you. Where was she? She must be ok. She has to be. I think of them hurting her. Killing her. Her blood all over my hands. After a while of screams and panic the door opens. And a large man in an all white suit walks in. I get up and stand against the wall.
"Where is she?" I shout. But the man just shakes his head.
"No need for yelling now, boy. You'll do plenty of that later," he says calmly. He turns to go out the door. "Come. Breakfast is waiting." I think about choking him. Punching him. Something. But I know that I'm being watched and if I even stepped a toe out of line, they would kill me. Right here. Right now. But I have to make sure Katniss is ok first. Then I can die happy. I follow him through what I suspect is the President's Mansion. Soon he stops in front of two large oak doors.
"Oh, and do behave. It will make things much easier," the man says. The doors open and we walk into a enormous room. It's bright. Too bright. The walls are mostly windows that let in a warm feeling. There's nothing in the room really, except a long table with gold carvings of flowers and trees in it. Then I see President Snow, seating at one end of the table about to start eating an elegant and rather tasty looking meal right in front of him, and the warm feeling is gone. Peacekeepers are lined up against the walls. Snow nods his head to the seat that is located all the way on the other end of the table, and I take it. I sit and stare at him, with hatred. Where was she?
"Oh come now, boy. That's not polite to stare. Eat up. We want you good and healthy so we can break you down that much more," he says. There's a rose in his pocket that gives off a smell that makes my nostils flare. I decide the foods not poisoned. They wouldn't kill me off that easily. They would want me to suffer hard. I slowly start to eat. Snow stops picking at something that resembles a purple roasted duck with his fork, sets it down, and gives me a look.
"Who planned it?" he asks. I don't know what he's talking about. I remember Haymitch's promise to not keep secrets and be straight forward with me. What a liar. But something else happened that night. The roar, that familiar sound of an aircraft.
"I don't know what happened or who your talking about," I say as I stop twirling around with my peas. The President shakes his head.
"Boy, I will give you one more chance. Tell me what you know," he says. He stares intensely at me. I read his face. I will kill you. And he probably will. I keep a start face and stare back. His eyes. Firey red. Perhaps he thinks that if he stares at an opponent long enough that they'll just catch fire and burn to death. Sadly, it's not working.
"I don't know anything."
I smirk. I'm going to be as difficult as possible. "And that's not polite to stare." Suddenly the Peacekeepers come from all directions. I jump out of my chair and grab the butter knife beside my plate. But there are too many of them. One dives for my knife while two other restrain me.
Bam! I'm not exactly sure what has just happened but now I'm on the floor, Peacekeepers keeping my arms and legs down, and there's a sore throbbing pain in my right temple. I'm defenseless. I have no weapon, no way out. I feel my mouth being forced opened and something dropped in. Someone jams my jaw closed and I bite my lip. Blood fills my mouth. Almost instantly everything goes hazy and I black out.