Johanna pov
So here I am stuck in my cell just waiting for the torture the day brings. I have lost all concept of time, I have no idea if I have been here for days, weeks or months…..all I know is that nobody is coming for me. Why would they? They don't need me for anything more…they have their Mockingjay safe and sound. I know this because that's why they torture me, to find out where she is and what their plan is with her. I won't talk….maybe because I don't want to give Snow the satisfaction of breaking me….maybe because I made a promise to die for the rebellion cause if need be…..who knows? Who honestly cares anymore?
I can hear Peeta moan from the next cell, I have no clue what they do to him…he stopped talking a while back. I'm covered in bruises and cuts from all the different ways they have tried to get me to talk, just recently they started with the water and electric shocks….i must admit it's my least favourite, it's almost got me broken although I would never admit this…of course not…I'm Johanna Mason! Victor and all round badass. Huh…yeah…the only thing badass about me just now is my shaved head!
I'm barley conscious when the unceremoniously throw my back in my cell still soaking wet. I her shouts and noise, but I'm too weak to care. I lay there for a while just thinking about small things that get me through the pain as I always do while I drift in and out of the black abyss ….Finnick is safe….The Rebels have the Mockingjay…..Snow will pay….
"Come on, I've got you" A hoarse male voice interrupts my thoughts.
A strong pair of arms lift my and I'm convinced they are taking me for round two of torture so I begin to pathetically struggle against them.
"Shh, its ok…your safe now" The voice purrs.
Admittedly I do feel safe in these arms as I drift back into unconsciousness.
The next thing I remember is waking up here, looks like some kind of hospital…..smells like disinfectant….and blood…..most likely mine. I hear voices, I hear Katniss shouting about something…god she's annoying. Then the doctors are upon me like vultures and I suddenly feel euphoric, for the brief seconds I look at my arm and notice they are injecting me with something, before I fall into a dreamless sleep.
It's the pain that wakes me this time.
"Ah it lives" a deep voice says.
I look up to find the most gorgeous pair of bright grey eyes staring at me, I'm momentarily lost in them before the pain kicks me again and I grimace.
"Funny" I retort very unimpressed. And just for good measure I glower at him.
When I sit up enough to see who the one making shit jokes is I realise its someone I recognise, I think its Katniss' cousin ….or whatever he's pretending to be, anyone with a brain can tell it's more than that…how much more? I don't know and frankly couldn't care less in the pathetic drama that is the Mockingjays life. His arm is in a sling but apart from that he looks unharmed.
He's just looking at me in a way that makes me even more pissed; it's like he pity's me. I hate to be pitied!
"Hello! In pain here! Quit staring at me and get me pain medication!" I snap at him.
He gets up, he's probably leaving….well good I think to myself. But some strange part of me doesn't want to be left alone. Then I can't make a single coherent thought as I drift out of consciousness.
Gale pov
She looks awful, well awful compared to the girl I remember seeing on TV. the strong, fearless Johanna Mason of district 7, played the weakling but it was all just the act of a ruthless killer. She lies there now resembling the sweet, innocent girl she portrayed at the beginning of her games. It makes me feel strangely sorry for her, not that I could ever say this to her…she would probably punch my lights out!
She looks in pain so I stroll over and press her morphling button, the look in her eyes before she drifts back to sleep is almost….thankful? Huh…..that's something I never thought I would see.
I lay in my bed for a while thinking about what she must have been through at the hands of the Capitol, and not just in recent weeks. I've heard that being a Victors not all it's cracked up to be what with the mind games, manipulation and forced prostitution. Makes me sick. I heard the nurses talking about what they think had happened to her while she had been tortured based on her injuries….it was enough to make me shiver involuntary! Seeing her like that was more of a shock than I would ever let on, her emaciated body covered in cuts and bruises. She's tough, I'll give her that.
Sleep evades me that night as I think of ways to bring down the Capitol once and for all. As soon as I can get out of here I plan to put everything I have into this.
Johanna pov
In a state of semi consciousness I hear what I think is Haymitch telling Pretty Boy outside my door, something about "Peeta tried to kill Katniss" wait, what? Makes me wonder what the hell they did to him in our lovely time spent in the Capitol.
"They did something to him, it's not his fault"
"I'm still gonna fucking kill him!"
Yeah cousin my ass!
"Calm down, Gale"
Gale….that's his name. Yeah I guess I did take a little bit of notice when he appeared on TV during Fire Girl and Bread Boys barf fest of a games.
It wasn't like i wanted to watch them and their pathetic little love story, but after my tributes had died i found myself stuck in the capitol with nothing to do so i spent the remainder of that time either out in clubs with Finnick (when he wasn't out on his many "dates") or doing watches for Haymitch at his station while he either got some much needed sleep or met with sponsors. Hey what can I say, I'm just that nice?
There's silence for a few seconds then I hear Haymitchs voice again except it's softer and has an empathy I rarely hear him use.
"Just let them be, they have been through enough…move on Kid."
