I collapse to the floor, tears cascading down my cheeks. My sobs are loud and I almost don't hear the words spoken from the darkness. "Hello?" a girls voice questions then there is a small snap and a dim light bulb flickers on. At the corner of the room, on a padded window type seat that runs the length of the opposite wall, I can just about make out a girl. She has scraggly knotted honey blonde hair, pale skin and a small smile on her face. Something about her is so familiar but I can't think what. "Hello?" she questions again "can you hear me?" she hops of the bench and makes her way cautiously towards me. I nod my head and she tilts her head to the side "are you real" she asks and I frown at her. "I dream about others sometimes" she whispers "it gets lonely in here" and that's when I put a name to her face; she was the victor of the 70th annual Hunger Games but she supposedly died two days after she returned to district 8. "You're supposed to be dead" I state stumbling back against the wall "who are you?" I ask. She gives an eerie giggle and holds out her hand "Skylar," she says "Skylar Quinn Maxima" she beams at me and I gingerly shake her hand. "Charlene Grace Maxima" I say and her smile falters. "Your Charlene" she squeaks "I hear them talking about you all the time" and I frown at her. "Sorry, but why are you down here" I ask. "Oh," her smile falters "I've been down here for ages, ever since I got back from the games, they said I was going crazy" she looks down glumly at her hands. "I was the test run you see" she says sitting down on the window bench. "For the DNA" she adds seeing my confused face and I gape at her "you have the DNA?" I ask. "Had," she says smiling sadly "they used me for testing to make it better, and then once they made a new copy, a better copy, they took it out of me and kept me down here. It was very painful" she says sadly wrinkling her nose "but it's all good now, they don't experiment on me anymore and sometimes if I'm good they let me out to do activities" she smiles at me. Then her forehead wrinkles "was there really two victors?" she asks and I nod my head. Suddenly there is a loud screeching and a small flap opens up at the base of the door. A chubby hand pushes in a small tray carrying two bowls of soup and two glasses of water. "Thank goodness, I'm starving" Skylar exclaims rushing towards the food. I bend down and dip my finger in the soup its cold and tastes disgusting "eew" I say pushing it away with my foot. "Eat it" says Skylar "it's all you get."
The next morning I wake up curled in a ball on the window bench. Daylight streams into the room from a small window above the bench. The window is high up and I can't reach it, but when I stand back far enough I can see a tiny bit of ground that is level to the bottom of the window. Skylar lays asleep curled in the corner of the window bench and in this light I can see just how badly injured she is. She has cuts and bruises all over her arms and there is a long scar running from her right forehead down to the top of her right cheek. Despite this scar and her other injuries she is beautiful, she looks about twenty. Suddenly the door slams open and a scientist flanked by two bodyguards enters "Miss Charlene if you would please follow me" he asks and I, noticing the two syringes in the bodyguards hands nod my head and follow him down a dusty corridor. We go into a small white room and I am pushed down onto a bed, I struggle to get up but the body guards quickly inject the syringes into me and my limbs feel heavy. My arms are then strapped down, followed by a large leather rope around my waist and stomach. I try to struggle but it's no use, the scientist leans over at me "now Miss Charlene" he says "this will only hurt a bit" and then more people in lab coats rush in. One particularly fat one looms over me and holds up a syringe "this will make you feel pain again" and he injects it into me. Then the lab people begin clipping wires onto me that are connected to computers and then a few of them grab clipboards while another drenches my head in icy cold water. Then the fat one picks up a long metal rod attached to a wire and presses a small button, sparks fly out of the end and he presses it against my head. I scream as pain runs through my body but there is nothing I can do to stop it. I am briefly aware of the lab people muttering and taking down notes "stop please" I scream but they ignore me continuing to scribble down notes, then he presses the rod to my head continuously. I scream in pain but they never stop "Charlene, your pain is only temporary" says one leaning over me and smiling with a crooked grin, I want to punch him squarely in the jaw but I can't. Finally they all leave the room and I am left tied to the bed. I lay there tears mixed with icy cold water flinching at every small sound.
Hehehe, so I just kind of went with what game to my face – basically they r just doing tests on her to see how they can improve the DNA thing :) hope you enjoyed it :P