Effie's POV
Writhing in agony, tears flood down my frail cheeks. A fist smashes against my bruised face, I squeeze my eyes shut, tight, trying to block out the pain. Sharp glass cuts deep into my flesh. The blood pours out uncontrollably. I desperately try to stop it but I can't move. Even when I flinch, the chains are pulled tighter. So tight, too tight. Mangling my wrists. Whipped against my body like a raging sea crashing into the shore, Stones and leather tear away my skin. I silently holler at every lash, every punch, and every cut. They tell me I deserve it. I receive another punch before everything turns black.
Haymitch's POV
District 13 is a lot harder to get used to. District 12 wasn't the best place to live – I had to watch people starve to death, my school friends explode in the mines and children, who I had to mentor, die horrible deaths every year - but I could drink. I could drink to block everything out. I could drink to cover my depression. I could drink to attempt to escape from the nightmare which is my life. In District 13 things are different. No alcohol allowed. I am faced with memories of death and torture, I am left with nothing to help me block out my life. But this is the rebellion. Things will change. This is why I'm here.
I wonder around 13, just for a bit (nothing important on my schedule anyway). I look at all the metal doors and think about what could be hidden behind them. Shit. Someone's coming. I'm not meant to be this far down in District 13. Who knows what will happen if they catch me? I quickly walk to the end of the corridor and hide around the corner until they are gone. I am just about to continue on my stroll when I hear a mumbled shriek from a nearby room. Hold on. I recognise that voice….. "EFFIE!"