A/n: Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I honestly didn't really know what to wait and didn't really think many people liked this story because there was only one review. As some people may know, I'm kind of a review whore. I always review stories that I read, and I wish people did the same for mine. I just want to know your thoughts about the story, not too much to ask for. Anyways, onto the chapter!

Hunger, a pain I had never felt before. I briefly wondered if this would be the cause of my death before quickly disposing of the idea. Although that would be horrible and long, I figured they would want me at the top of my health to answer all the questions they wanted answered. I tried to look around, not sure if I was still unconscious or if the room was just completely black. Either way, I couldn't see anything.

I began to think about what information they would try to get from me. It was obvious that they thought Katniss was the whole reason for the rebellion, but it seemed like they couldn't figure out why. Was this what they were trying to get from me? It had to be more than just that. Did they know about the spies in their ranks? Did they even suspect they had rebellion spies in their very core?

I chuckled despite myself. They had to know they had spies, but they just didn't know who. That had to be what they were trying to gain from me, wasn't it? My stomach rumbled and only then did I realize that I had to be awake. I wanted to move my hands; just mere inches would be enough to take the soreness out of them. I was not used to any of these feeling.

I sighed and leaned my head against the back of the chair, trying to ignore the stiffness in my body and growing ache in my stomach. I tried to think of more pleasant things, but my mind kept drifting back to Katniss. Was she still alive? How many tributes were left? Were the games still going on? I had no idea how long I have been here…I have obviously been asleep for a while, but how long was that exactly? A couple hours? A day? A week? A month? How long?

That thought began to take over my mind. How long have I been here? I don't know how long I thought that same question over and over again before all the lights in the room came on, causing me to go blind. As my eyes began to adjust I could see two men standing beside me, both in complete white outfits.

The guy on my left looked as if he had to be around 30, although he had black glasses over his eyes and a protective doctors' mask over his nose and mouth which made it hard to tell for certain. In his hands he held a black clipboard with a stack of papers on it. He seemed to be studying me and checking things off on it while the guy to my right stared at him coldly.

I couldn't tell anything about the guy on my right other than that he was a Peacemaker. I knew this because he had on the helmet, almost as if he didn't want me to know who he was. In his hand was a long, empty needle. I looked around the room, trying to figure out why he would simply have an empty needle with something in it. Only then did I realize there was another person in the room.

This other person stood about 10 feet from me. I couldn't stop staring. This other person was a woman, but not just any woman, it was someone I knew. I tried to think of her name, willing it to pop into my head. The harder I tried the more I became aware of the pain in my stomach and the pain that had started to form inside my head.

The woman stood behind a cart of some sort. I couldn't tell what was on it, but I assumed that it was something that might need to be injected into me. That was why the needle was empty.

"Protein, water, and insulin," the man on my left was saying to the Peacemaker on my right.

"You sure he needs all that?" the Peacemaker asked the man on my left, obviously not liking how many things he would have to give his prisoner, "It seems like he shouldn't need much. He can be skin and bones and still give us the information we need."

At this, the man on my left shook his head sadly. Was he not comfortable with this? "He needs all that. He hasn't eaten or drank anything since he got here 3 days ago. I'm surprised he is even awake at all."

As he said this he looked me in the eyes, compelling me to stare into them. I could tell he wanted to say more, but he had stopped himself. Why? What was he trying to say that he couldn't? His words came back to me. 3 days. I have already been in here for 3 days, how is that possible? Have I really been unconscious for that long?

I drifted out of my own thoughts as the Peacemaker and the Man began to move toward the Woman. What were they doing? I could see them doing something with the cart the woman had and it all made since. They were going to only give me what I needed to survive, and they were going to do it the quickest way possible.

I gulped at the thought of it. The Peacemaker came back over to me with a full needle, and I looked over to look at the Man and Woman just in time to see them going back into the bright light. The Peacemaker started talking.

"I'm just going to insert this into your arm to get your strength up. After that we will begin todays questioning. As you know The Capital and President Snow himself value you and the information you have very much. We would greatly-" I began to tune him out. I didn't care what lies he had been told to tell me in an effort to get me to willingly tell information about the rebellion. I would tell him nothing, but I would also make it clear that we would win this thing, that the rebellion will not be defeated like last time.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even see him coming closer to insert the needle into my arm until he was puncturing skin. I jumped slightly from the sensation, but didn't affect the needle at all because of all the restraints they had on me. I could feel the liquid oozing into me and spreading over my body. I sighed in relief as the ache in my stomach began to subside. Far too soon the needle was being drawn out. I knew they weren't going to give me much, but I couldn't help but to think that I needed more.

I watched as the Peacemaker went toward the light. He didn't enter it, but he must have deposited the needle over there somewhere because he came back empty handed.

"We're going to start with some easy questions," he began, "the first one being what is your plan?"