Sorry for the wait guys! I went to Canberra for the weekend. It was amazing! Anyway, here is chapter 1. Please R&R for more.
Chapter 1
They come for me in the morning. For all of us. Me. Johanna. And Annie. Poor defenceless Annie. She is nothing like Katniss, who is tall and brave and independent. But somehow I worry about Katniss more. I worry that I will never see her again. Hear her laugh. See her smile. If I die, I want to at least hear her sing once again. They are tall and clothed in white, like angels. But these cruel beings may have once been good men, but are now servants of the Devil.
One files into each cell and the person in mine grabs be roughly, chaining my hands together. I hear some choice words from Jo and whimpers from Annie, and shout comfort to them both as tall white corridors separate us all. I know where I'm been taken and wince at the thought of it. A large room looms before me, lit up with bright lights. The ugly glare of the lights reveals torture devices beyond your imagination. Plumes of fire are cast across one area, a bed of wooden spikes in another.
The 'Peacekeeper' leads me over to something different, a large chair with straps to trap me. I am still in an instant, unable to move a thing. He approaches me with a large syringe, the size of my middle finger. He leans my head to one side, then whispers something to me, his venomous breath lingering in my ear.
"Tell me about the girl."
Terrified, I nod, and the words begin to flow. I tell him of her songs, her family, her hunting and her favourite foods. Then just as I bring up the rebellion, and the fire of District 12, there is a sharp pain in my neck, and red seems to enter my vision.
"She killed them! She's the reason they're gone!"
Angry tears form in my eyes.
"That Seam brat! She killed my parents! And my brothers! They're all dead and it's her fault! You have to kill her! I have to kill her! She has to die! I don't care how! But she has to die!"
An evil smirk has formed on the man's face. He is smiling at my pain. I struggle against my restraints, clawing at the man.
"Well," he remarks. "President Snow will be pleased."