Reawakening

Rue's POV:

It's cold. So very cold. Nothing but darkness and a dim candle that is provides little of both light and warmth. The cold breeze tries to blow out the symbol of my life. That light represents what I am now. Close to death. So close that it seems right now I am flirting with death. The light grows dimmer and I begin to fade into the blackness. Only one word registers of my last thought: Katniss.

I am not dead? I should be? How am I still breathing? From the wound I had I should be buried into the earth. How did they keep me alive? I must open my eyes to find the truth of what has happened.

I struggle to peek through my squinted eyes. I cannot open them further. It is unbearably cold. I finally am able to see what I am in. A giant chamber. It takes me a second to realize what I am in. A cryo chamber.

My body shudders as I fully wake and begin to move slightly. I take a huge breath of air and then cough it back up as I am greeted by an unnatural taste of the air. My hand moves toward the glass of my cold coffin. I wipe away the frost from the window. I see a girl. It's me. But I look…. Older?

How long has it been? I look almost fifteen. Last I checked I was twelve. Twelve. District twelve. Katniss! What has happened since then? This is all so confusing. Pain throbs through my head as I try to think.

I slowly think of the simple things.

My name is Rue. I should be dead. I was once twelve. But now I am fifteen. I am in a cryo chamber. I must get out. I must find the truth.

Several figures appear as I slowly hit the glass of the tube. One walks to a computer and is shocked about whatever he has found. He runs toward my chamber. I try to back up but there is no where to go. He descend onto the panel of the door. A few beeps then a loud ding and the air from the chamber is released.

I fall when my knees buckle. The man takes me in his arms and rushes me out of the room. Several white coats follow him to a front desk. He yells something and puts me on a rolling bed. I start to black out again but this time I know someone is here to help me.

Surgeon POV:

Oh my god! This wound! It's hideous! It has been open for over two years! She should be dead times two! It's miracle she can even breathe. It seems a sharp object pierced her abdomen and she went into a coma. But why would the tyrants from the capital keep her alive? Maybe they didn't intend to. Maybe they kept her as an organ donor. But they surely notice she was breathing.

But right now I need to concentrate on saving her from a very old wound. We need to get out any traces of whatever stabbed her. Wait. Now I remember who she is. Rue of district 11. From the 74th hunger games! She was speared by the kid from one. But she was pronounced dead.

My assistant and I start to stitch up her wound and start putting Morphling into her system. Only time can tell if she'll make it. If she does, she might be useful to the rebellion. Her, Katniss, Finnick and the other tributes will be very useful. Yes, very useful indeed.

Rue POV:

"GGGAHHH!" I yell as I awake from my drug induced sleep. This is the first time since my cryo sleep that I have actually become aware of my surroundings. I look that at my hand that is holding a blanket to my chest. I feel like shit. Better get up and see if I look like shit too.

But when I try I gasp out in pain and collapse to the floor. I clutch my stomach as blood starts to flow out of my newly released wound, soaking my bandages. I search for the nurses button and find it between the bed and nightstand. In press it and the light turns from green to red.

A nurse ran in but couldn't see me. I'm so small. I hate it. I'm Lightweight, but those are the only advantages. I think I've gotten a little taller. But not much. So when the nurse started looking around, I had to make a tiny whimper for help. She picked me up a laid me gently on to the cloth. She then put a needle into my arm and then I slipped into a dream

Running. Godammit why am I always running our have to jump! I don't remember why I am running, but I do know that it is for my life. I crash through the trees, then hearing a pair of feet running after me. I don't know who it is, but they seem to like chasing me.

I break into a clearing and turn to see Katniss standing ten feet away, bow in hand, and ear bleeding. I have time to say half her name before the spear enters my body. I look down, hands trembling, at the gushing blood from my stomach. I know I am a goner.

More blood sprays my face. I look behind me and watch the boy from district one drop dead from an arrow through his neck. He lets out a gasp and falls to the ground twitching. I then fall to and I get in a fettle position, only moving when Katniss shakes me. She's crying, knowing that I will die before sundown.

I manage to get out my last words from my last bit of life.

"Sing." I say coughing up blood. She then stops to think about what to sing. She then realizes a song that I might love. She starts out a little shaky but then gets the tone right and sings like a god.

My eyes slowly shut and listen to her beautiful voice. Then she sings softer and softer until I can barely here it. I wish I could spend more time with her. I see her as a older sister. I was the oldest of my family. It was tough but having an older sister might have been a nice thing.

But now I can't. life fades. This is like before. I should die in a few seconds. But no this is a nightmare not a memory.

Cato and the careers burst through the undergrowth catching Katniss off guard. She reached for her bow leaning against a tree, only to have a knife from Clove enter her hand and pin her to the tree. She uses the other hand to pull out the bloody knife. She cries out in pain, but she holds the knife in a defensive way.

They come at her with all their fancy weapons and she stand her ground. But only for a second. Clove gets a knife into her leg and distracts her while Cato rushes with a spear. She is skewered and then thrown to the ground. Clove kneels and grabs a knife. She slowly cuts up he face, then slashes her throat, silencing her from ever singing again. Like an avox.

Life is gone and I die. I watched someone die and couldn't do anything. I am weak. Her not able to sing. Such a crime. And I did nothing.

My eyes slowly open looking for anything to confirm that this is reality. I find a flower on my bed side. I find happiness in this flower.

This time I take it slow and sit up in my bed. I slowly edge out of my bed, then shuffling toward the bathroom. I flip the switch and see my pale face. I had judged wrong, I look only about thirteen. So it has been awhile huh? I cautiously lift up my shirt and take off my bandages. But only one look and I am on the floor in disbelief. My side looks like raw meat.

I start having visions of me being speared. Each time it gets more gruesome each time. More blood or more pain for either me or Katniss. I must have been screaming because several people had ran into the small bathroom and found me lying on the cold floor of the tub.

" PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" I scream at the white coats that try to sedate me. I try shoving or pushing them away but they overpower me. They pin me down and almost inject me with a sleep drug. Almost.

A tall feminine figure stands over them

" Leave now, I got this." the woman said and made the group of coats walk out of the room. That's when I see who this woman really is. Katniss.

" Kat…. Niss?" I choke out holding back tears. She lives. I thought she would've died like me. She kneels next to me and picks me up and carries me to the sterile bed. She lays me down and pulls the covers over me. I am still shacking, and I cant stop.

Katniss is crying. She hugs me and it stops the shacking. She then puts me down and kisses my forehead.

" Goodnight Rue. I…. missed you." She said and choked up walking out of the white room.

" I missed you too." I whisper to myself.