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I'm running through the halls of President Snow's mansion, searching for an exit. Behind me mutts. The one with Rue's eyes has the lead. From a corner the rebels come out and suddenly I'm surrounded. I take sight of Gale, but he's lost too. Someone encicles me and heave me from the ground into a little room. I pick out who my saviour is by the taste of his lips. ''Peeta..'' I whisper. Shortly his lips become my enemy and he traps me in a corner where he tries to kill me. I toss until a dagger hits my heart.
As I wake up screaming I realize that it was only one of my nightmares. I blow an hand over my forehead and find it completely wet. I curl up (on myself), hanker for Peeta's squeeze. I shake the thought away. He won't come. He had planned not to come since the beginning. A whisper comes out of me and again some apologies are told.
Given my ultimatum, I'm rather sure that no-one will come to pick us. I've condemned Finnick to death, away from Annie. Here, alone with me.
Lavinia died this morning er at least I guess so. I wish I could die too. But Snow has big planes for me. Between me and Finnick, I'm the less wounded. Physically. They're trying to hurt me on my memories. In my mind and in my heart.
As my thoughts start to swirl (run), someone catches up Finnick's cell. Without even thinking I bellow at the Peacekeeper that I want to be tortured for the guy, but he looks at me skeptically. Finnick stares at me, pleadently. I shake my head. I want to do this. It's some kind of punishment for what I've done to him. He falls down on the tiled rocky floor and starts to cry. I'm the one to blame for his pain, but I won't let him die because of me. When the guard comes back he turns to my death's house and licks me up. I glance down at Finnick and quickly turn my head away.
My eyes watch intensely the path we take, just in case of a flight's attempt. Around me the white walls that always escort me nearer to the death. I notice the strong smell of roses when I approach a wooden door. My body stiffs and I stop breathing. I respire again only after we've passed the door. I realize I'm in a zone which I've never been into, because the walls turn dark red. I try to pass it over but I start to get uneasy. Are they going to kick me harder than ever because of my volounteering? No-one has ever escaped from Snow's tortures. My palms perspite and in my head something hammers on my temple, I resist and keep walking up to a light room. Nothing here but a shower that I avoid completely, even if I need one. As a mechanical sound begin, the shower disappears. However, I'm still. Some cool drops of water come down from the ceiling. It starts pouring and I'm outright soaked. When the rain stops, I hear a sond that reminds me of the last night in the Quarter Quell's arena.
In front of me, Beetee is explaining how to kill the Careers and I make and effort to keep following his reasonings. At the end everything is clear and simple. What we have to do is to electrify the water so that the tributes die by hunger or by electricity. Then there's Johanna, the wire is cut, she cuts my arm. I run for Peeta, hit the field and eventually the field electrifies us.
Now it's cristal clear! They will electrify me too. At this realisation I move forward and hit the ground, but there's nothing to protect me with. An electric shock hits me and leaves me on the ground. Arching my body. A second shock of the same intensity. It grows for the next two hits. A fifth and last leaves me convulsing. I can't control my muscles and I move by jerks so I lie down, waiting for someone to come. Instead it rains again, giving my electrified body some new shocks.
In my agony I see a man approaching me, but he doesn't take me out of here. He puts a syringe in my vein and the tremors intensify while my mind is filled with confusion. Images of Peeta, the arena, Cinna, Haymitch and a lot of blood and violence. Peeta that kills the tributes. Peeta in the arena. I'm afraid of this thoughts and I try to flee from them, only to find myself flat and immobile on the floor. Peeta that screams at Prim, and her cry.
I get furious when in my mind appears this image. Peeta really has to die. Another sting. The tremors increase and a new wave of fear and pain reaches me. I really don't know how much I lied down but it's enough to be exhausted. Someone, two Peacekeepers I think, drag me through the corridors and then underground. My feet can't even sustain my weigh because the electricity deprived me of my strenght and of any reachtion by my muscles.
As the guards leave my cell, Finnick hurries to the bars of his.
''Katniss, what did they do to you?'' a worried tone catches me and a pair of sea-green eyes gleam in the dim and steamy air.
''Nothing. Don't..'' a spasm forses me to stop talking, letting a hushed groan out. ''really, nothing.'' I say with an effort.
''this is good, I don't want the Girl on Fire to extinguish.'' he replies. A grin on his face makes me understand that the old Finnick is still with me. I let miself smile in return and then I huddle in a corner, aching to have some water. I feel my throat dry and so do my lips. I try to increase the production os spit, ending sucking the end of my braid, licking my skin and slowly falling asleep.
Again I wake up screaming and I findthe same Peacekeeper as before standing in front of me. I glance at him and stand up, pressing my frame to the wall. Why he's here? The realisation of a second possible torture jabs me strongly. I hurry my look around the room, seeking for something to use as a defence, but the man wraps his hand around my arm and I'm led put of the prison. Finnick's cell is empty and in a few moments I get nervous. I walk visibly anxious, for calm me down I song 'The Hanging Tree' in my mind. I used to sing it a lot with my dad when I was a little girl and it's a long time since I sung it. Maybe because it reminds me too much of my dad. I begin to feel like the murderer in the song.
''Are you, are you
coming to the tree
where I told you to run, so we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.''
I want my loved ones to be here, like the man in the song wants his lover to join him. Even though I know which treatment they will receive. I really miss them. Bit I have to keep it secret. As I sing the last stanza I want Peeta to be the one with the necklace of rope around his neck. I smirk. This time waiting for me there's not a white room or a screen full of painful images. But a line of arm-chairs. Anyhow there's no-one there other than me. I'm left alone, after the men sat me on one of the cairs. My wrists and ankels are blocked right away with a pair of cuffs.
The wall in front of me turns into a glass-wall and his sight makes me groan of pain.
Finnick.
