Authors note: This idea randomly came to me and for some reason i really liked the idea of my character being in the 75th quarter quell so thats why i ended the first story on such a cliff hanger. Everything will be explained in detail about how he didnt die and so on, so forth. So enjoy.
Prologue
Just before the 75th quarter quell is announced.
Black. It cant really be described as a colour. Its paired to nothingness. It reminds me of vast open spaces. Never leading to a destination. Just a track, that never ends.
Black. That's all I've been able to see, and if im honest i don't even know how long. If i had to say my gut feeling, i would say i was dead, but this is not how i imagined death. I cant really be dead though, the voices of capitol trained doctors fill my ears. This reassures me. I really dont thing i was ready to die, as much as my life was shamed upon. Dead family and a cold personality. Death was probably the last thing i had in mind when i stuck that sword in the ground.
Its late afternoon I awake. I feel as if I've been swimming for months. My skin is rough and wrinkly. My throat aches, like I hadn't swallowed a liquid in a while. That's probably the first thing that hits me. The quench of thirst. I open my eyes but the bright lights of the empty room sting my pupils too much to keep them open so instead i search the bed side table blind. My hands hit a ice cold glass. I don't care what liquid lies inside, the condensation the trickles down the outside brings desperation as i snatch the glass too my lips and gulp it down. I rest it back on the table just as a unknown figure walks into the room. I let me eyes adjust to the light until i say anything. He stands above me holding a clipboard and a pen. He's a tall man around six foot four, with blonde and grey overgrown hair and beard that sprouts out awkwardly. He looks like he used to be a well pampered man. A capitol man, but now looks like a district 12 resident. He leans down and sits in the wheeled chair besides my bed. ''You're a tough chap jasper... Surviving bolts at that capacity.'' Something tells me in his tone that he's hiding something, but i let it slide I'm far too weak to be asking all sorts of questions. ''Of course you didn't do it on your own...'' He rubs his chin whilst tapping on a touch screen tablet on his lap before turning it to face me. It was pictures of my body. My torso, glowing a florescent blue colour.
I fall back a little, completely puzzled by what's going on. ''Anyway... how are you feeling? its been a few years?'' Years? I've been out for a few years. I sit back up immediately, ignoring the pain. ''What do you mean 'years'? How long was i out for?'' I say in raising my voice a little at the shock. ''You will find out about what's happened to you and updated on the year and any important issues later on today... You need to rest first.'' He pats my shoulder, nudging my to lay back down. I do as ordered. I'm to struck by what was just said to resist.