Hey! Sorry I've not updated in a while but here's Chapter 9. Have a great Christmas!

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Katniss:

I always tried to make an effort to talk to Annie but most of the time she would drift off into her own little world. I learnt a lot about her and I know understood that Finnick and Annie are very much in love. I was so glad that I had offered to take her beatings for her because she was too weak and vulnerable to go through any beatings. The last few days have been getting progressively worse. Beatings are now as daily as my bread and water meals, everyday, but that isn't the worst that they do to me. My body is broken physically and mentally, I have had to watch District Twelve burn and hear my family's screams on repeat. Snow always has a new torture machine to try out on me but his favourite punishment has been electrocution. I am now terrified of anything that resembles a chair or televisions.

After my beating I was thrown into my room again. I sat there and tried to strike up a conversation with Annie but I once again got nothing back. I heard one of the guards walking and I thought I would be taking another trip to the electrocution chair. Sure enough the guard opened the door and dragged me into the familiar torture chamber, but to my great surprise none of the usual equipment was there. Instead of a large chair there was a long, heavy, metal table with straps to hold you down. The guards dragged me over and strapped me down, as I looked up I saw that there was a screen built into the ceiling but before I had any time to question why it was there Snow entered the room. He walked towards me and looked me right in the eyes with his snake-like slits.

"Hello, Miss Everdeen, today I would like to try something new out but before we do I would like to ask you again, what do you know about the Rebels and their plans?" I had heard this question repeated so many times and I was tired of it because my answer was always the same.

"No, as I am sure you are aware I have nothing to say about the Rebels." I all but growled back at him.

"No need to get cheeky Miss Everdeen, I was just trying to give you one last chance but seeing as you still refuse to speak I will just move on with my plans. Now, what would you say if I told you that your perfect little bread boy, Peeta Mellark was going to be involved in my new plan?" He was back to using his patronizing voice.

"I would tell you that you are crazy and need to go to a mental institute." Snow started to laugh at this. I admit that I probably shouldn't have said that but I didn't care because I knew that Snow would still hurt me.

"Well I would like to inform you that my new plan is to make you forget your precious Peeta Mellark and then I will give you an extreme beating and send you back to him. This will be enough for him to come after me and once he is dead all of the Rebel plans will fall through." He gave me a grin after he said this and if I could I would have slapped him there and then.

"Sorry to break it to you but I will never forget Peeta, and you want to know why? Because I love him, not that you would know what love is but it is strong enough for me to never forget Peeta." I didn't mean for all of that to come tumbling out but I had to say something. Snow's grin grew even wider as I made this speech and I couldn't help but kick myself because I had let that slip.

"This just gets better and better! Now, time to try out my new plan, guards turn on the television and pass me the syringe." Both of these things happened and soon I was staring at images of my family, my father, Prim, my mother, Gale and all of his family but one thing I did notice was that no photos of Peeta came up. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my left bicep and I tilted my head enough to see Snow injecting me with a bright blue liquid. My memories became fuzzy but I knew that I had to keep thinking of Peeta, otherwise I would forget him and I couldn't let that happen. I did the only thing I could do; I shouted at the top of my lungs that I loved Peeta Mellark. I kept on shouting until my throat was raw or when I passed out; I can't really remember what happened.

When I awoke I was back in my cell with Annie and I could feel pain whenever I moved my body. I decided to try and get as much sleep as possible and I fell asleep, dreaming of my boy with the bread.

The same routine happened as the day before and it went on for a few days. On the fourth day when I was thrown back into my room I couldn't picture Peeta's face. I wanted to cry but my throat was raw from another day of shouting my love for Peeta. I lay down and waited for today to repeat itself tomorrow. Sure enough, the same thing happened but this time before I fell asleep I was starting to forget all the times that Peeta and I had done something together. Even the memories of the Hunger Games were starting to fade, and I couldn't take any more.

It was the sixth day and I felt defeated I went in for another round of the bright blue substance. By the end of this round I had forgotten his name. This was the first day that I had gone without shouting for him. I didn't know who he was but I couldn't forget either. There was a little voice in the back of my head telling me to remember him but I had absolutely no idea what it was I was supposed to remember. The main thing that went through my mind was how to escape this prison.

Peeta:

It has been three days now since that meeting in Command and I have been shooting propos as if my life depended on it. Of course, Katniss' life does depend on this so really I shouldn't be complaining. I haven't heard any plans being discussed to rescue Katniss and I am starting to worry about Coin going back on her word. Even though I know this is stupid as she made a speech to Thirteen the day that we had that meeting. I don't know if I should bring the subject up but if nobody says anything soon I think I'm going to have to. My mood has been gradually decreasing because everyday that I'm away from Katniss it kills me a little more inside. I didn't really know what to do except to film these propos, so that is what I did. Everyday would be the same, I would wake up, go for breakfast, attend one hour of physical training and then meet up with Plutarch and then he would fill me in on what we were doing that day.

Three days later

Today was no different, I woke up went to breakfast and training then walked to Command to meet up with Plutarch. I walked in and found the camera team sitting at the table. The camera team consisted of Plutarch (organiser), Castor and Pollux – two brothers (camera men) and Cressida and Messalla (director and assistant). I sat down and waited for Plutarch to start explaining what we would be doing today.

"Okay, today is a very big day; we are going to go into another District to get footage of Peeta helping out in the war front. Of course nobody will actually be fighting but we are going to get some shots of Peeta in the hospital, it will look great." Plutarch is obviously over excited but I can't help to think that it's strange for us to be going to another District, mainly because we could get hurt and that is the last thing that Coin wants.

My suspicions grew stronger and I can't help but ask about this mission. "Plutarch, I hate being lied to, so why don't you just tell us why we are actually going on this mission?" I surprise myself by the force that is behind my tone but it seems to do the trick.

"I knew I wouldn't be able to lie, okay the real reason is because we need to keep you occupied Peeta. Today is the day that they are going to try and rescue Katniss. Coin knew that you would want to go but she can't send you in because if you and Katniss don't make it back she won't have anybody to back up the campaign." Plutarch says all of this very quickly and I take a few seconds to process what he has just says. When it sinks in I can't help but let a huge smile grow on my face.

I'm going to get Katniss back, in my arms. This is the greatest Christmas present ever.

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