Katniss

That's the last word I hear from Plutarch before I yank my bedroom door wide open. I see him standing calmly in my doorway, but the thing that catches my eyes are the tears in his. I can't tell whether the tears are happy or from being distraught. I gulp before speaking.

"Where is she?" I ask, meaning where the screen that is showing her is. Plutarch steps to the side and directs me to go down the hallway. I do as he says and I hear him follow behind me. The hallway comes to an end with a small single black door. I push it open to find the room seems to be some sort of conference room, where there's a large long table with chairs all around. At the end of the table there's a medium sized television, the television that's showing me Katniss.

I rush to one of the seats in front and I glue myself to the screen. There inside the television is the image from a camera that seems to be propped up in a corner on the ceiling, and that's when the image comes into full view.

The room is small, empty and bright white; no windows and what seems like no doors. Katniss is sitting in a chair that's facing the camera. Her wrists are tied on each arm of the chair and her legs are tied to the legs of the chair. Her hair is still in a braid and she's in the same outfit she was wearing last time I saw her in the arena. The only thing that panics me is that her head is hanging down and there's no sign of any life from her.

Suddenly, a door opens within the walls and a man comes into the room with what seems to be two Peacemakers behind him. The door closes without any sound and the man stands in front of Katniss with his hands together, as if waiting for her to look up at him. He waits about a minute before he grows impatient.

"Ahem" I hear the man say to one of the Peacemakers. He signals for one of the them to come to Katniss. The Peacemaker does as he is told to and walks towards her, raising his fist up. My eyes grow wide until the Peacemaker swings his fist down onto Katniss' face. The blow is so hard it makes a loud noise through the television. Katniss' reaction is equally loud, her shouting out in pain as her head swings to the direction of the punch. A shot of pain hits me hard as I watch the woman that I love be hit.

Katniss lifts her head up quick with her eyes wide open and sees the men in front of her. Her mouth drops as she recognizes the men. Who could possibly scare Katniss so much? Just when that thoughts comes and goes, the man finally speaks to Katniss.

"Katniss Everdeen, I am ever so honored to be in your presence this evening" President Snow says sarcastically to her. Katniss looks at him with disgust and turns her head away from the men. President Snow tilts his head to the side a little to show disappointment.

"When I speak to you, Miss Everdeen, I expect a response…" He says impatiently. But all I see Katniss do is gather up some saliva and spit it out straight to his eyes. He let out a sound of disgust and wiped his face with a handkerchief while one of the Peacekeepers stood in front of Katniss, giving her another blow in the cheek, this time slapping her as hard as his large muscles could allow him. Katniss' yell echoed through the room, making me shut my eyes and try to block out what was happening.

This was what was happening to her even before the interrogation began…I try not to think about the possibilities of when they started the harsh and brutal questioning. I open my eyes once again to see Katniss' head hanging like it had been before the men came in and she was also panting now. President Snow and the Peacekeepers were standing before her, Snow with his hands folded in each other in front of him and the Peacekeepers with their arms behind their backs.

"Now, now, Katniss…Let's get onto what you're here for…why we've took you…" Snow began to say softly but intimidatingly. He motioned his fingers for one of the Peacekeepers to bring in something. The Peacekeeper followed orders and left the room for maybe 5 seconds before returned with a small tray that held a small knife.

My jaw dropped and I began to repeat "No" over and over to myself, hoping the message would somehow get to Snow's mind and make him stop whatever he was about to begin.

President Snow picked up the knife and ran his finger against the blade softly so it would pierce the skin. "Now, seeing you are from District 12, I'm sure you're used to barbaric and traditional ways of things. So, I thought in honor of what you are and where you've come from, that we'd do this interrogation a little…differently..."

Katniss raised her head up slightly to see what President Snow was talking about. Her eyes traveled slowly to his hands which held the small knife. I saw her try and hide the fear she was feeling. No, Katniss…WHY CAN'T IT BE ME… Katniss…you have to stay strong…fight through anything that happens…I love you…

Right after I finish my thoughts, I watch painfully as Snow raises the knife towards Katniss' arm that is strapped down and makes a deep cut into it, resulting in a bloodcurdling scream from Katniss…resulting me in going into panic mode and my fists clenching, tears running down my face as the woman I love begins to get tortured.

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