{Shattered Memories}
Chapter 1: Entries
A/N Hi, I am back with the sequel of Turned Into Disaster! First off, you don't have to read Turned Into Disaster to read this story. In fact, here is the summary of what happened, and where I left off. This takes place after the rebellion but long before the epilogue.
Peeta had proposed to Katniss after they were both sure of each other's feelings. But to make everything collide and crash, Gale whisked Katniss away from District 12 to live with him in his own private residence settled deep in the woods. Gale though was not fully responsible for his actions, although he did fuel the fire of anger and resentment against Peeta. Meanwhile, Peeta searched for Katniss after receiving the note Gale had left him, telling him that he took Katniss from him. Looking into the Capitol, Peeta realizes the Capitol has remaining allies in the world such as Damien Snow and Dementia. Gale keeps Katniss with him for two weeks, but the entire time Damien (President Snow's son) watches Katniss, waiting to strike back. Damien threatens Katniss with a note, telling her if she says anything to Gale, Peeta dies. Katniss finally escapes Gale by finding the hovercraft and flying to District 12. It's there where she sees Peeta kissing Drina (A Capitol spy and Gale's fake girlfriend) and Katniss decides she can't get married to Peeta because Damien will surely kill him is she does and she can't be with Peeta if he likes Drina. But Drina tricked Peeta into letting him kiss her to show off to Katniss by injecting venom in his arm. But Peeta is left alone in District 12, while Katniss and Gale both get abducted by Damien Snow. Katniss is tortured in the jail where Damien keeps her, while the Capitol comes up with a final plan of domination against the Districts. Katniss and Peeta must work together in order to save the fate of Panem from Damien's cruel hands.
That's about it...
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Katniss
Lost:
unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts
very confused or insecure or in great difficulties
having perished or been destroyed
I clutch the leather bound book tightly in my clenched hands, my pulse speeding up with each second. A sharp noise behind me breaks the gloomy atmosphere of twilight seeping into the opaque library windows. I jerk backwards in surprise, not expecting anyone to find me lurking behind the rows of shelves, stacked with piles of books. I shut the Capitol Refined Words Dictionary with a loud slam, fingers twitching with nervousness of being found.
"Miss Everdeen, what are you still doing here in the library at this time of night? I would expect you to know by now that this building is closed at this hour," a gruff tone behind me says. I pivot slightly to see the dark outline of a man leaning towards me.
"Sorry Mr. Cannis. I must have lost track of time and missed the closing bell..." I trail off, fervently hoping Mr. Cannis, the librarian, won't interrogate me further.
"Oh it's alright Miss Everdeen. I know how you feel about losing track of time. Just make sure it doesn't happen again," Mr. Cannis orders me. I nod quickly and slip the dictionary behind my back while covering the title with my bare thumb. I don't want Mr. Cannis to go running of to Damien and tell him what I was reading. I tread through the disorderly library lightly and silently place the dictionary onto one of the rectangular shaped oak tables.
Rushing out of the tall wooden doors and out to the soft mowed grass, I inwardly curse myself for being so stupid. How could I have missed the closing bell that signals what time the library and all of the other Capitol stores are closing? The meaning of the word lost flashes across my vision and I blink rapidly to clear the ingrained image. The reason I stayed in the dark, concealed corner of the library is because of my doctors and what they have been trying to explain.
"Miss Katniss Everdeen, you must listen to me. The reason you have lost your memories, for the time being, is because you are temporarily disoriented. You had tried to save Gale from those men chasing you, but he was wounded in the left arm and now suffers from memory lapses. You, on the other hand, are quite a different case. The men were very well trained and used small, specifically targeted grenades to blow, which explains the small bruises and burns you received, with the burning throat from the smoke. Also, you tripped when you tried to wade through a small stream, and tumbled into the rocks. Mr. Damien Snow was lucky to catch you when he did. Otherwise you would most likely would be in a coma. Since that is not the case, you are suffering from amnesia. Amnesia is a total lost of memory. In the present time you will be unable to recall your past memories. Mr. Damien Snow will try and help you regain the lost memories by informing you of your past through stories. Eventually you will retain your lost childhood and the memories of how you got here. Oh, how it is such a thrilling tale to be told!" Dr. Fevern had said with hyperactive and fidgety energy. Dr. Fevern is a middle-aged man with a clean, unshaven face and wide eyes that you find on a fish. He has dyed purple hair and a fake grin is always plastered on his features. The hospital room felt more exhausting when he was around.
I had just gotten out of the white floored hospital earlier this afternoon and I have barely seen Damien Snow since he visited me in my infirmary room when I had first woken up. After all, we will soon be getting married.
A migraine batters my head roughly as I just think of getting married to Damien. A man I don't even remember. I recall the look of love, desperation, guilt, and some other creeping emotion in his green eyes when I had first woken up from unconsciousness. Fortunately, Damien Snow and his colleagues haven't set up a wedding date yet.
The healers and medics in the Capitol Hospital have told me on and on about how heroic Damien was, saving me from those cruel bad guys they have long since locked up. The rumors were different depending on which nurse you talked to, but one of the healers, Jade Biennia, had told me a story I particularly think is correct.
Damien Snow is a fugitive. Basically. Or maybe a refugee of sorts. But unlike other weak escapers before him, he has a system that is built like a secret government. And with him are his followers and partners, all allying themselves with each other in this classified place, hidden in a plunging valley between columns of hills. But the reason Damien has hidden himself here is because of the rebellion.
I have been told parts of what has taken place in the war, and heard whispers of monstrous battles that occurred. The two opposing forces are us, the Capitol, and the Districts that betrayed their prospering city. The 13 Districts were angry and jealous of the Capitol for its wealth and advanced technology, and finally they took action by ripping apart the city and setting fire to the many homes there. Damien's father was high up in rank in the Capitol army, but when the war was becoming ruthless, he sent Damien and his allies away from harm so they could keep the residents safe somewhere else. In order to save the fast draining population of the Capitol, Damien flew the artillery and technology they needed to a concealed campsite where the other fugitives were located. It was here that the quickly growing force built the Capitol Circle, a ring of thirteen high men and women in status that took control of the remains of the great city. Ever since the Districts won the war, the Capitol Circle have been plotting revenge with covert spy plans and undercover machinery for combat. Here's the part where I come in.
I was part of the Districts side. My family was helping District 12 fight against the Capitol, but I was never a big part. I don't know the specific details, but Damien Snow and I fell in love. Apparently. So Damien brought me here with my cousin Gale Hawthorne. I'm not sure why Damien brought Gale, for I have not spoken to Gale since I was revived. Great cousin he is.
The war has been over for maybe three or four months. Damien transported me here before I could get hurt from the war, and as of now I still have no idea who my family is. Or where they are. Or if they are safe. I guess these pieces of information are not as vital as I thought. I asked a young petite nurse if I had any family here besides my cousin Gale (after she blushed profusely at the mention of his name) and she had said that my father and mother were both loyal supporters of the Districts side, and didn't know I left them for Damien.
But the Districts have caught wind of the Capitol Circle's plans, so they sent hired men to track down this secret base. What I have been told was that Gale was helping me shop for clothes in one of the Capitol shops, when he realized that he had left his jacket in one of the greenhouses beside the library. So Gale and I left the clothing shop for the outskirts of town, and when we arrived Gale noticed the warning whistle of the mockingjays ringing through the air. Gale, being the stubborn adventurer he is, leaped over the fence that blocks the access of the people on the outside to here, and searched to find out what was amiss. I, being the defiant heroine that I am, quickly pursued Gale past the fence to find myself in the middle of an all out brawl between the spies and Damien's guards. The spies chased Gale and I as we ran to alert more people, and this is where that situation left me. Lost and disconcerted, not knowing what happened in my past or who I am.
So this whole thing leads me to the conclusion of sneaking into the library to seek the definition of the word lost, after Dr. Fevern repeated it so often. What I find odd though, is the fact that when I was submerged in peaceful unconsciousness I swear I was thinking that blue eyes will meet mine when I wake up. Instead, I found the green eyes of Damien. One would think that my heart would influence my dreams so that I would think of Damien, the man I will get married to. Instead I dreamed of another man with ashy curls and clear blue eyes that locked onto my heart. Who is he? How am I connected with him?
I lift my eyes to catch a glimpse of a shooting star darting across the night sky. The luminous moon seems to illuminate the darkness of the night, but the shady gloom creates an eerie feeling that settles in the pit of my stomach. More aware of my surroundings, I creep through the rose gardens bordering the mansion Damien owns. I glide up the steps gingerly, and am about to slink through the tall wooden doors when I hear a sharp cry and malicious laughter by the sides of the tall arches circling the mansion. Sharply turning in surprise, I lean forwards trying to capture where the noises are coming from. I hear a boy's shriek again, along with more deeper toned laughter. I melt into the shadows and decide to investigate further.
I tiptoe to the side of the mansion and peer out from the edge. Directly in front of me is a small boy with red hair and bright icy blue eyes, and two mammoth sized men both with buzz shaved haircuts and navy blue guard uniforms. The guards both have guns clasped in their belts with two large flashlights to carry. I incline closer to the scene, trying to decipher what's happening before I act.
"Get away from here stupid brat! You and your traitor father don't belong here! Mr. Snow may pity your family, but I'm here to make sure filthy scum like you and your father don't enter the Snow Mansion," the dark haired guard spits at the puny boy. Instead of cowering in fear, the boy glares back defiantly. A wave of gratifying feelings engulfs me, proud that the boy fights back. I feel empathy towards this angel-faced person, as if we both share the same rebellious intuitions.
"My father is much more of a man then you will ever be. I haven't done anything wrong, it's people like you who are the scum here," the boy declares proudly. I try hard not to burst into cheer. But the guard has other ideas. The monstrous man lifts his gun angrily, but in a blink of an eye I'm there, blocking the view of the boy from the guard.
He regards me coldly, beady eyes trailing down my body and lingering below my waist. I become a bit self-conscious, but I refuse to show him how uncomfortable I feel. The edges of his lips curl into a superficial smirk, while his eyes become hungry with lust as they roam across my chest. I realize the skirt and blouse my nurses put me in don't cover as much as I would wish.
"Oh, why don't you just wait for me over in the corner darling. After I take care of the filth we can have some fun," the man drawls on. He lays a rough hand on my shoulder and starts to push me away, but I don't budge from the spot.
"Take your hands off me." I say slowly, but with a deadly serious tone to threaten him.
His eyes narrow into slits, making him even more unattractive. "Who do you think you are maid?"
I straighten my posture confidently, and glower at him squarely in the eyes. "I am no maid. I am Katniss Everdeen, soon to be wedded bride of Damien Snow, leader of the Capitol Circle."
Stunned, he makes no sound and his jaw clicks open wide and shuts again with horror and realization. "I'm...I'm so sorry m-miss." He stutters. "I did...did not realize you were...associated with Mr. Snow. All I'm trying to do is to teach that kid a lesson in manners."
"Well I can tell you, he's not the one in need of a lesson in manners. You may run along now, I'll take care of the boy myself," I say. He nods quickly and both guards bolt away from me. Grinning with triumph, I turn around and assess the boy.
"Thank you for making those guards run away, miss. Those morons deserve it. They are awfully mean," he remarks. "Oh I'm Ayden Wards by the way."
"Why it's very nice to meet you Ayden. Yes well, why don't you tell me what you were doing here in the first place, at this time of night?" I ask lightly, my curiousness betraying my tongue before I could stop myself.
"My father told me the mockingjay lives here! I just had to see her for myself, after all the heroic stories my father told me about her. Well I must go now, my father must be waiting for me at home. Bye!" Ayden sprints into the opposite direction after waving his hand towards my way.
I stare at his back, slightly bewildered by the whole thing. I rush back towards the front of mansion, heading back on my original route. I gently unlock the front doors with my silver key buried in the pocket of my skirt. I push slightly and the immense doors allow me passage inside.
Soft candlelight encloses me as I trudge the last steps on the marble floor for the tall spiral staircase. I swiftly run up the steps and try to remember the directions the nurse had told me to go for my bedroom chamber. A map is visualized in my head as I walk through concealed hallways and dark corridors. A decision between the left or right entry leaves me aimlessly trying to resolve this small complication. As I search through, I hear faint steps behind me. I glance behind me, craning my neck to see if anyone is following me. The dimly lit hallways suddenly seem much more frightening. Nothing moves. Cautiously, I resume my hunting for my room. I veer right suddenly and find myself in a corridor I recognize. A large portrait at the end of the corridor, beside the door to my bed chamber, is latched on with a golden frame on the border. I make a mental note to myself that the correct corridor is the one with the large portrait of an ancestor of the Snow family. Intrigued by the discovery of maybe a past memory, I closely examine the portrait.
In the center of the painting is a man with white hair and puffy lips, along with cruel snake eyes of a murderer. He is well groomed and finely dressed, with a white rosebud in his lapel. A golden plaque is placed in front of the portrait, with the name President Coriolanus Snow ingrained. I incline closer and the wind is suddenly knocked out of me. I fall limply to the hard floor, my knees and hands getting the worst of the impact when I try to protect my skull. My head feels as though it's being squeezed and pulled all at once. I groan and press my hands to my head, begging for the excruciating pain to be over. Distorted memories flicker around me, seconds of my past life trying to break free. I grasp a memory, and immediately I feel as though I'm drowned into it, all my senses coming back. A bright light blinds my vision and I'm sucked into another world entirely.
I'm lead to the narrow terrace in front of the president's mansion. Guards march Snow out the door, while the defeaning roar of the crowd ripples through the air. His hands are tied behind the post. The bow purrs in my hand, waiting for me to aim the arrow that ends his life. I position myself in the correct stance, but I watch his face. He coughs once and a bloody dribble runs down his chin. I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But all that is there is amusement, as if he's reliving our last conversation.
"Oh my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other."
My aim shifts upward, and another body collapses to the ground. Snow laughs with an awful gurgling cackle along with sputtering of foamy blood, when the coughing begins. A surge of people and guards surround Snow's shaking body. And then the gray uniforms begin to converge on me, as I realize what will happen now that I have assasinated the President...
But just as soon as it came, the memory evaporates into thin air, like catching smoke with my hands. The agony ends abruptly and I instantly am aware that I am no longer in the corridor. I lay on my back on a steel table, legs spread out in front of me. My wrists and ankles are clasped to the metal bar, strapped to ensure no escape. I struggle with the shackles hopelessly, already knowing it's a lost cause. With an exasperated huff, I instead scrutinize the circumstances I am left in. People clad in white sterile clothes rush back and forth, most avoiding my constant glare. Others openly gawk at me. I hear vague whispers from the strangers, all starting with, "She's awake!" Two indistinct figures stroll up to my table, ignoring my presence entirely. A hushed conversation is carried about between them, both feverishly waving their hands. My gaze dips downwards and I catch the slight glistening of a silver band on my left hand. On my wedding finger.
I clear my throat loudly and say, "What the hell am I doing here?"
"Ahhh, Miss Everdeen has finally awoken yet once again." I recognize Dr. Fevern's purple hair in the hospital lighting.
"What do you mean once again? I don't remember..." I falter as I realize I have no recollection of my past.
"Yes that is corecct. You do not remember anything. It is all just an empty blank."
I feel compelled to nod my head and say, "Yes Master." I stop myself, and wonder why I wanted to in the first place. Instead I just stare at Dr. Fevern's blank eyes and transfer my gaze to the other man. At first I grapple to remember the green eyes looking back at me, when it all clicks. Damien Snow.
He smiles and reaches to pluck something from his neck. He unfastens a silver ring from a white gold strand. He kneels down and bends toward me. He unlatches my left wrist and I stretch my arm in gratitude and bewilderment. Damien takes my hand and puts the silver band in my line of vision, while he shows me his ring. We have exactly the same.
"Promise rings. Now you are all mine." He grins, but I see a strange emotion cross over his eyes. Something related to...a vicious animal instead of romance.
A needle is stabbed into my other arm, while I jerk my hand free from Damien's grasp. The sedative drug courses through my system and takes action right away. My eyes gradually begin to lose focus and blur everything. The sounds of people fade away to a blank stillness, all but the one conversation Damien Snow and Dr. Fevern are having now.
"You see Damien, the plan is working perfectly! She has lost entirely all her memories! We have total control over her actions and thoughts. We just need you to keep playing her along, and finally the plan will be completed. Panem will soon be ours once more."
A/N And so begins the start of a new story! I hope the chapter length is okay, I need to work on longer chapters... I hope I caught your attention with the introduction! Also, I hope you know who the mysterious blue eyed boy is... My fingers are crossed and wishing that I could update the next chapter soon... Read and Review please!