The next hours are a blur to me. I cannot see past blurring white and dizziness. All I could see was a figure but he too was blurry but I managed to keep my sight on him. It was definitely male with dark hair grinning at me, before I passed out again.
When I finally woke up, I was in a white room with a curtain, with the same dark-haired person, with glasses and grey eyes smile down at me.
"Hello Alice."
I must have looked scared because she said. "Calm down, honey. My name is Francis, but you can call me Fran." I smiled a little, then grimaced."Oh, don't worry honey, It will hurt for some time! It was lucky it was a shot to the stomach!"
I stared at her, and then slowly lifted my sheet, on my stomach, was a long, red scar from my navel down to my right side. It shone with scared tissue but it's sides were bright red showing how new it was.
"What the heck happened?!" I gasped at the sight.
"Well," Fran sighed heavily."After you were hit with a spear, we picked you up."
"But I'm still alive?" I assumed in disbelief. How?
She gave me a wary smile. "We try to save as many as we can, whenever a tribute dies, so to speak, we save them and bring them here. Ever since the first games started out, we saved them, the ones who were not killed."
I frowned. "Were you a tribute?" I wondered at this.
She looked down "Yes unfortunately, I was in the 35th games. I was 12; When I was 'killed' by my ally. He had cut my throat, not deep enough to kill me, but enough to leave me with a haunting scar." She gave me a said look as she explained. "My best friend was my ally, Alice. I loved him, and he tried to kill me. Though to the Capitol succeeded. His betrayal hurt me."
"I'm sorry." I murmured not knowing what else to say.
She smiled brightly at me now. "But at least we are here right? In the now, there isn't much one can do about the past."
"Where are we?" I asked her.
"District 13." She answered simply.
"What?!" I gaped at her and felt my eyebrows furrow together in confusion.
She carefully explained that they never died, just moved underground. I nodded and listen closely. Then a though occurred to me.
"Is Fray here?! And Lulu?!" I asked hopefully.
She smiled with a nod. "Yes, and someone is here to see you."
"ALICE!" cried a bright, happy voice.
I turned and saw her. "Lulu!" I replied happily. There was a flash of blonde hair and I was tackled with a hug. I laughed and the short time of brightness was filled my happiness and tears.
She held my hand and asked me. "Who won?"
"Bree." I replied.
She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That horrible girl jabbed me with her spear in my wrist." She held up a banged hand. I then heard a familiar voice. I gasped at the murmur he had made.
"Fray?"
