Two men, dressed in black, slid open the bars. A scream echoed through the dingy halls, a scream she knew better than her own. Peeta, poor Peeta. She d been here before, in a nightmare it had seemed. But that nightmare was far more like reality. The first man grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to her feet. She tried to fight him, her body was tired though, instead her hands pulled at his - her feet pushed against the concrete and she stood on them. Ready to cooperate, are you? He asked, his voice spiky, poking at her throat. She drew in a breath, it hurt to breath even.
No, no this couldn t- no, where was Aria? Where was she? Aria? She wanted to scream but nothing was coming out. She clamped her mouth shut, her eyes too. The other man carried a stick, he swung it at the cell next to hers, the screams stopped almost instantaneously. Her heart began to beat, it thumped loudly in her chest and for a moment she feared the second man would hear it and whip her with the stick. He didn t though. She could hear their footsteps echoing against the cold, stone walls.
In mere seconds the mans hands were off her hair, and then she was in the air. Then cold. Nothing but cold. Where is she? They asked, a simple enough question. She didn t need to ask who, or why. She knew. She d always known. Her mouth stay clamped shut and that s when her head was submerged, that s when they started with the electricity. Her body screamed for her, her mind went blank. She closed her eyes tightly, she wouldn t say a word. Not about Katniss. Not about the rebellion that was coming. Nothing.