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A bright, white light pierces through the dark of my cell; bright enough that I can see the outlines of three figures through my shut eyelids. Footsteps approach me, bouncing back and forth through the thick, sluggish air. They stop next to where I lay, leaving only the sound of ragged breathing and the sharp smell of cologne to let me know there are people here. A gruff voice slices through the air like a knife. "Get up" he says in a commanding voice. Defiant, I stay put, not speaking or moving. If you want me, I think to myself, you'll have to drag me out of here. Furious, the man kicks me in the stomach, forcing the air out of my lungs and sending a sharp pain through my entire abdomen. Refusing to show any signs of pain I focus on catching my breath. "I said get up!" he yells, spittle flying from his mouth and landing on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I turn and glare at him as I wipe the spit off of my face and push myself off of the ground.
Standing up, I look at the men who now occupy a little over half of the tiny room that is my cell. The guy who kicked me is glaring back at me with hatred and anger in his eyes. His dark brown hair is slightly ruffled, contrasting against the look of control that the stark white peacekeeper uniform and clean shaven face portray. I'm gonna call you Ruffles. I think, hiding the beginnings of a smirk on my face. There is another peacekeeper standing at attention just to the left of me, helmet covering his face, with a gun in his hand.
Between Ruffles and the other peacekeeper is another man. He is significantly shorter than the other two, with a thin, skeletal like look about him. Big, horn rimmed glasses take up most of his face, and his hair is combed over to the right to try and hide a shiny bald spot on his head. He is wearing a long, wrinkle free lab coat over top of a pair of equally neat slacks and long-sleeved shirt. My mind immediately comes to the conclusion that he is a scientist, sent to study me. But why would they need a scientist? I ask myself, if they want to kill me why would they need to study me? Before I could answer my question, Ruffles grabs my hands and forces them behind my back, restraining them with handcuffs that cut into my wrists. "Let's go." He says, grabbing my arm in his beefy hand.
We walk out into the hallway; Ruffles on my right, still holding my arm in a vice-like grip, the other peacekeeper on my left, and the scientist in front, leading the way. "Where are you taking me?" I ask, straining my neck to see through the barred windows of the other cells. Ruffles tightens his grip and smirks "So you wanna talk now?" He snaps. "Don't worry, baker boy, you'll find out soon enough." Knowing he is not going to say anything more I turn my thoughts to Katniss, and am calmed instantly. At least she is safe… I think At least she is away from here, away from Snow and out of his reach. We turn down another corridor and are met by a set of large double doors.
The scientist takes a keycard out of his front pocket and swipes it in the lock next to the door. A green light shines from the screen right next to the lock and mechanical voice starts to speak. "Please provide retinal scan." The man puts his eye up to the screen and is met by a laser that scans his eye. "Welcome, Dr. Igor Creely." So that's his name, I ponder, well it certainly fits look he's got going on. The doors open with an audible click. You can barely hear them open because of the well-oiled hinges they hang on.
The room is much more dimly lit than the hallway we just came through, and it takes my eyes a little bit to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. With my eyes fully adjusted, I take a look around the room. We are in some sort of lab, with microscopes, computers, and other instruments carefully organized around a large, glass window that leads to another part of the room. I can't help but wonder what all the equipment is for as I look around. Creely leads us through another set of doors to the area where the window was facing. My heart drops in my stomach when I see who is waiting in the middle of the room. "Why Mr. Mellark," He says, swollen, blood-red lips parting in a sinister smile. "I was wondering when you would join our little party."