Piece in his Games
*Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, nor do I own the book they come from. All credit goes to the author of 'Hunger games' and 'Catching Fire'. P.S: WARNING – CATCHING FIRE SPOILERS!*
The electricity shot through his body with a frightening jolt, this time lashing out for a little longer and a little stronger the last. The natural instinct to cower away from the pain was broken by metal clasps, which clamped his wrists and ankles securely to the examination table.
He bit his lip hard, tasting blood trickle into his mouth from the open wound that never had time to heal before another shock ripped through him again. Self harm was not the point of this practice, but self preservation-maybe not physically, but mentally. He knew that if he let even one cry of pain escape is dry, cracked lips, that whatever control he had left over his body would slip through his sweaty palms, and the screams wouldn't stop.
Another antagonizing question he couldn't answer was posed, and again he couldn't reply. Squeezing his eyes shut he braced himself for another round-and it came. So strong and so fast that he was almost grateful to slip into the black hole that drowned him daily.
When he resurfaced he found himself laying on a hard, cold, concrete floor that was painted to match the walls in the room-white. He sat up slowly, preparing himself for the worst-deafening screams, poisonous gas, ravenous mutts.
A wall to his left was different then the rest. It was a giant mirror and through it he could see his familiar reflection. He was in scrubs and his blond hair was sticking out this way and that. He gently touched a mark on his cheek that looked like it had recently been stitched up. He sighed, leaning against the glass and feeling more and more like a patient trapped in some mental institution.
"Please do not lean on the mirror, sir."
He whipped his head around, trying to see who the voice belonged too. It was a females, but not the one that he wanted to hear. The one he constantly held close, to remind him that he had a reason to not let death catch up with him quite yet.
"It's a one way mirror-we can see you but you cannot see us."
"Obviously." He thought quietly. He stared into the glass, wondering who he was looking at right now. His teeth grained together at the very thought. "What do you want?"
"What we've wanted from the beginning." The woman said strictly. "What do you know that you're not telling us?"
"Nothing!" Frustration leaked into his voice as he glared at mirror.
"What do you know?" Repeated the voice.
"Nothing! I don't know anything!"
"You're lying."
He slammed his body against the glass in irritation. It didn't break under the impact, rather push him backwards as if some force field protected it. He didn't care-he slammed into it again. "I'm not!"
"Step away from the glass sir."
"NO!" He punched the mirror with his fist, feeing a knuckle shatter at the impact. "I SWEAR TO GOD I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"
"I said, step away from the glass." The voice commanded.
He ignored it, running forward to use all his bodies strength. When he collided with it this time, the force field seemed to have picked up an electrical current that threw him backwards. He slammed against the wall, crumpling into a shaking heap at the bottom. Panting, he felt soundless tears running down his cheeks.
Rather then the woman's voice from the speakers, he heard the opening of a door. Footsteps echoed through the empty room, stopping inches from him where he could feel a body crouch down beside him on the floor.
He sat up slowly, scowling at the figure in front of him. His voice came our hoarse and weak from not speaking in days. "President Snow."
The scent of blood and roses crept out of the Presidents mouth as he replied to the bitter greeting. "Peeta."
"I should have known you were behind all of this." Peeta spat.
"Oh, but you did." Answered the President evenly. "As does she."
"Leave Katniss out of this."
"She created it-if there's anyone that should be left out of this mess it should be you, right? The innocent boy from the seam who couldn't help but fall for the leader of the Rebels-at least that's the way we could spin it if you choose to cooperate."
"Don't try to sweet talk me Snow. Katniss didn't choose for this all to happen."
"But she did-when she pulled those berries." President Snow stood up and stretched. "And now she must be punished."
"Don't you dare touch her." Peeta growled, trying not to picture Katniss having to endure what he had to over the last couple days, weeks, month's maybe? It was hard to keep track of time in a place like this.
"Or what?" Snow looked down at Peeta like he was addressing a delinquent child. "I think it's quite clear where the power and favor lies here."
Peeta carefully got to his feet. "Speaking of favor, where does it lie with the people of the Capitol? The interruption of the games must not be fun for its blood thirsty fans."
"Merely the end of the first movie-we have promised them a very entertaining sequel." The President shrugged, then added as an afterthought, "One we could spare you from if you choose to give us some answers."
"I've already told you-I don't have any!"
"I don't believe you."
"Then get used to disappointment."
"Surely Katniss knows what's going on." Snow began to examine the walls of the room like they showcased paintings and not bare wall.
"She would have told me." Peeta replied through clenched teeth.
"Maybe." President Snow said dismissively. "But Haymitch, now he would have made sure you knew what was going on."
"Of course."
"Because, neither have ever kept a secret from you before, right?" Snow gave Peeta a pointed look.
"Well…"
"I get it. It just happened that one time right? Because once a liar, never a liar again- That's how the saying goes, am I correct?"
Peeta crossed his arms, taking a deep breath to clear the poison Snow was trying to spread from his mind. "I'm not going to fall for this…this….this game you're trying to play with me Snow."
"But that's where your wrong, Peeta." President Snow said as he walked back over to the door. He paused, looking back at Peeta whose feet remained firmly planted in place. "Because whether you like it or not, you'll always be just a piece in my Games."
Snow disappeared through the door before Peeta could even react. Peeta could still hear Snows voice on the other side as he spoke to the woman on the other side of the mirror, he presumed. "He knows nothing-let's not patronize him any longer. We want our bait to be sane when the time comes."
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