Part 2:
Katniss:
I was finally dumped in a medium sized room. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw that there were shackles nailed to the wall and a large wooden table in the middle of the room. I looked closer at the table and saw that the top of it was covered in torture equipment. I started to shiver at the thought of someone using those on me. I crumpled to the floor. Why was I even here? I thought. The last thing I could remember is a blinding flash of light and pain then I think I must have blacked out because of blood loss or something. The door opened and shut and three men walked in to the room. I couldn't tell who they were until they came into a lighter area of the room. Two of the men I had never seen in my life, swiftly followed by the revolting President Snow. When he saw me crumpled on the floor he let out a jeering laugh, I was annoyed at myself for giving him any kind of amusement. I stood up straight and held my head high. I decided to stay strong whatever he did to me. I didn't care I only had to think of Cinna being hurt by his men and that made me stand even straighter.
"I gather that you know why you're here?" he said in a cold, nasty voice.
As much as I hated to talk to this horror, the temptation to find out why I was here was too great. I shook my head ever so slightly, not even wanting to have a conversation with him.
"Well there's a surprise!" he replied sarcastically.
This made me want to slap him. "You see Katniss, what I want is information, and if you don't give me it then there is going to be consequences." He glared at me.
I was confused at what he wanted me to say; I honestly had no clue what he was going on about. "What do you mean?" I asked honestly.
This made Snow angry, he shouted at the guards "Chain her up and let's see what she has to say after we finish with the knives."
I stared blankly, did he just say knives? Goosebumps ran up and down my arms. I didn't know exactly what he was planning on doing with the knives but I knew it would hurt. The guards grabbed me roughly and put me in the shackles that I saw earlier. The metal was cold and gripped my wrists tightly and I knew if I moved too much I would regret it later. President Snow walked along the table, coming to stop at a wide selection of knives; I prayed to the high heavens that he didn't plan on using them all. He picked up a long slender knife and handed it to one of the tall muscular guards. I wasn't surprised that Snow wasn't planning on doing any of the dirty work, he never does. The guard walked up to me, as he did I got a better view of him. He had brown short hair that sat in spikes all over his head, he had a young face, and he wasn't much older than me. His face was impassive, I couldn't tell if he was going to enjoy hurting me or not. I was surprised however at it not being Peacekeepers who would torture me. I guessed that Snow needed them else where and just got two strong slaves instead. "You," Snow pointed at the other guard in the shadows, "hold back her legs."
He did as he was told but as he emerged from the shadows he looked slightly hesitant, like he didn't want to hurt me. He must have decided to do as he was told though because minutes later I was holding in all the cries of pain. They had stabbed my side and pulled out the knife. The steady flow of blood was now running down my left leg. I did not cry though, I was determined not to give Snow that pleasure. He approached me and came right up in my face, so close that I was forced to breathe in the ghastly smell of blood that always lingered on Snow, "Now Miss Everdeen, what do you know about this rebel attack?"
I was stunned, I knew nothing of a rebel attack, and then it hit me. They must think that I was involved in some way with the rebels because of me blowing up the arena. I almost cried. I knew that Snow wouldn't stop hurting me until he got answers and the problem was I only had questions. Snow was getting impatient. "I said, WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF THE REBEL ATTACK!" He was shouting now and I knew I had left him too long without an answer.
"I…I d…don't know a…anything." I managed to mutter.
He laughed again; I must admit I wasn't expecting that. "You expect me to believe that you shot that arrow in the arena without any meaning behind it? That it was just another way to keep you and Peeta alive? Well Katniss you'll soon learn that lying isn't what I want."
He gave a signal to the brown haired guard and he struck again. I wanted to cry so badly, the tears were in my eyes threatening to spill over. To be honest I hadn't thought about using the story of I just wanted to keep Peeta alive, I couldn't live without him, but I guess I wasn't a very good thinker under pressure. Snow had started to pace the room, making me uneasy. He finally stopped and said to the guards "Take that mutt back to her cell and give her some bandages, I don't want her to have the relief of dying. Yet."
The guard who had been holding down my legs released me and unlocked the shackles. Then the two guards dragged me back to my ice cold prison and threw in some bandages. I knew Snow wouldn't let me die and somehow I was glad. I wanted to get revenge. I didn't know how but I had plenty of time to think about that. I was gingerly wrapping the bandages around me when I heard a scream. I recognised it; I stopped for a moment and tried to remember who the scream belonged to. My mind flashed back to a moment in the Quarter Quell, it was during that terrible jabberjay attack, a scream that I didn't recognise but Finnick did. It was the love of his life, the mad girl from District 4.
The scream belonged to Annie Cresta.
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