"Johanna." Indie said into the dark after hearing the woman whispering to herself. The older woman had not long been thrown back into her cell but she was shaking and gently tapping her head against the wall.
"Jo?" Indie called out again. No reply.
"I think she needs a couple of minutes alone." A voice snarked.
Staring around the room, Indie looked over at Enobaria who was fast asleep. Peeta's cell remained empty; the guards had taken him out of the room seconds before they returned Johanna. Annie was passed out on her bed, as usual. There was nobody else responsive in the room. Although, somebody had spoken.
"Who's there?" The scared girl whispered into the dark room.
"I'm hurt that you don't even recognise my voice anymore." The same voice chuckled, the harsh sound echoing throughout the prison.
Shivers ran down Indie's spine and she gulped loudly as she turned to face the person behind her. His green eyes shone with amusement just as they had a year ago, his light brown hair still as short cut as the last time Indie had seen him.
"Marvel." Indie choked out a sob. "But you're- I saw you die."
"You can't have. I'm stood right here, Short Stuff."
Trembling, the nineteen year old took a hesitant step towards her best friend, her hand reaching out for his cheek. Surprisingly, her hand connected with the warm flesh of his face and letting out a cry, she threw herself at him.
"You're really here. But, how?"
"We never left you, honey."
Turning back around, Indie came face to face with Cashmere and Gloss. They were still wearing their suits from the Quarter Quell but they were clean and alive.
"We can all be together now." Gloss smiled at his niece. "Just take my hand."
"I've missed you guys so much." Indie whimpered, reaching out to place her hand in his.
However, the moment was ruined by Peeta being forced back into his cell; his pained whimpers caused Indie to turn away from her uncle to check if her blond friend was okay. Instead of calling out to him, she watched as he curled into a ball and sobbed quietly to himself, the sound mixing with Johanna's crazed muttering. Turning back to her uncle, Indie let out a yell when her uncle, aunt, and Marvel were no longer there.
"No!" She screeched, rushing over to the space they had stood. "Come back! Please! Come back!"
Banging her fists on the wall, she didn't feel the pain as her skin split and blood poured down her hands. All she cared about was getting her family back. Eventually her yells got too chaotic and two Peacekeepers burst into her cell.
Pinning her arms behind her back, one Peacekeeper kept her restrained whilst the other one jabbed a needle in her neck, sedating her. The Peacekeeper didn't release her until the blonde girl had stilled and sunk to the floor, passed out. Unfortunately, that didn't stop her muttering the names of her loved ones and sobbing.
Marvel.
Cashmere.
Gloss.
Cato.
District Thirteen was vastly different to the luxury of Two that Cato was used to. Surprisingly, Cato found he kind of liked the roughness of Thirteen; it helped him understand how the outer districts had lived, it helped him sympathise with the people who had lost so much.
Looking around at the small room that belonged to him, Cato tried not to sob as the single bed and wardrobe reminded him that every day he was without Indie.
A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts and with a heavy sigh, he opened the door to be greeted with Finnick Odair. Somehow the two men had bonded during their time in District Thirteen; they both understood what the other was going through as Annie Cresta, the love of Finnick's life, was also trapped inside the Capitol. Unsure whether their girls were alive, the two boys found comfort in talking to each other and often sparring.
"Any news?" Cato asked his unlikely friend. A grim shake of the head was all he received in response.
That was the only response the two boys gave each other when they asked that question.
"We'll get them back." Finnick said reassuringly, more to himself than to Cato. A grunt was all he got in response.
Cato wasn't as optimistic.
"Katniss and Gale should be back soon. I'm going to go meet them in Command. You want to come with?" Finnick asked, placing his hand on the handle of the door.
"No." Cato responded. He didn't talk much these days.
The blond brute was afraid that if he said more than three words at a time, all his emotions would come pouring out of his mouth.
"I'll see you later, Cato. Stay strong."
"Stay strong, Finn."
And with that, Cato was left alone to his thoughts once again. Twisting the gold bangle on his wrist, Cato's mind took him back to the first day of the 75th Hunger Games; when he had gotten down on one knee and given Indie his mother's wedding band. Was Indie alive? Did she still have it? Was she alive?
Feeling his anger rise, Cato let out a frustrated yell before picking up the lamp and watching it shatter as it collided with the wall. That not being enough to quell the white hot anger inside of him, Cato smashed his fists against the mirror on the wall, not feeling the pain as the glass shards sliced his skin. Carrying on with his crusade, Cato continued to scream as he thought of Indie, smashing and breaking anything he could get his hands on. He was so far gone in his anger that he didn't notice the door opening. Or the people entering the room. Or the syringe that got plunged into his neck.
As the sedative entered his bloodstream, the screaming stopped. But, nothing could stop the pained whimpers he let out as one person invaded his mind.
Indie.
