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Effie

Heavy. Something or someone is pressing on her entire body.

Heavy. She couldn't breathe.

Heavy. She couldn't move.

Heavy. She couldn't open her eyes.

Heavy. That was all she felt.

I need to wake up. She thought.

I just need to-

"Hey!" Someone was shouting at a distance.

"Hey!" He was closer now.

"Okay then." The voice said. She felt a prick on her arm.

"HEY!" And she never felt more awake.

Her eyes wide open. She was gasping. It was bright and someone was in front of her.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

White. Very white. Her eyes slowly focused. And she took in everything in this very white place.

"Good." The voice spoke. She looked over. He was beside her now.

Brunette hair. Short. Hazel eyes. Icy. Small lips. Chapped.

He was in a peacekeeper suit.

Behind him was - nothing.

This place was so white, you never know where the room ends.

It was making her sick. So she closed her eyes and looked down.

She was cuffed to a chair. The electronic cuff digging uncomfortably into her wrists and ankles.

"Hi." He said. "Nice to finally meet you, Miss Trinket."

Her eyes remained on her lap trying to make out what happened.

"I SAID HI!" He grabbed her cheeks and turned her head towards him.

His voice rang in her ears.

His eyes met her and she stared into them defiantly.

"Lets get to know each other better." He smirked. His face inches away from hers and his hands still on her face. So close, she could feel his minty breath against her skin.

After what feels like forever of him talking and her just staring into the nothingness behind him, the first blow struck.

She could feel blood trickling down her neck. She was bleeding. She could feel the split as she licked her lips. She was so thirsty that she welcome the little moisture her own blood provided.

She wanted to laugh but it came out as choke. She swallowed the little moisture she could, tasting the mixture of blood and saliva as it moved slowly down her throat. It hurt.

"Lets try something else then." He walked away from her towards the whiteness behind him.

"How about a familiar face?" He reached out into the white that never seems to end and a glowing pad appeared.

That is where the room ends. She thought.

Punching in a series of commands, the wall (she assumed) next to the him started to ripple and fade, revealing a sheet of black which wasn't there before.

It was probably glass because she could see her own reflection through it.

She was still in her black suit, her hair tied back though slightly messy.

"How about we come a little closer." He said as he dragged her chair closer towards the black panel.

Just a few feet away from the panel.

There she could see her cracked lip, the dried blood on her neck and the bags under her eyes.

She just sat there watching her reflection.

After a few moments of silence, the panel was flooded with light. There in a middle of dark room sat a person similarly chained to a white chair.

It took a moment for her mind to register before his name fell out of her lips.

"Peeta."

The man smiled.

"Lets start." Her interrogator spoke again. "Okay this is how this works."

"I ask you a question and you answer them. Simple?"

There was no need to ask what would happen if she didn't.

"No answer? Okay then."

With a press of a button, Peeta was convulsing in pain. The walls must be sound proof because she couldn't hear him.

She tried to find his eyes but she realised he couldn't see her. His face was red. He was sweating. She could see him breathing heavily as whatever was hurting him slowly worn off.

"Who else were you working with?" She remained quiet.

I am sorry. She apologised.

Another wave of pain flashed across Peeta's face.

"What are your orders?"

I am sorry. Her eyes welling up with tears.

Peeta clawed against the cuffs on his wrists till she could see blood dripping down his fingers.

"Lets take this up a notch."

He punched in another code and Peeta's screams filled the room.

"Okay. Let me ask you again. What are your orders?"

Her eyes remained on Peeta. Hoping that she could take away all the pain he was feeling.

There was a few moments of heavy breathing and he started screaming again.

I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.

"WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS?" He barked.

Still, she remained silent.

Peeta was sobbing now. His voice was hoarse from all the screaming. His face red and stained with tears. The white chair stained with his blood.

"Fine. Lets try something else tomorrow. But before we go how about we show our friend who caused all the pain he has been going through for the past hour?"

He interrogator walked over to the panel again and punched in another code.

"Hi Peeta. So glad that you can join us today. It was rude of us to leave you in the room alone. But I think it is time for you to meet my new friend. I am so sorry for everything you have been through. But it seems that Miss Trinket here had no problem with watching you suffer alone while we were having our conversation just now."

"Effie." Peeta whispered.

I am sorry.

They put her in another white room. Alone.

Three spotless white walls and a force field on the fourth. She knew that because they activated it when they brought her in.

There was absolutely nothing in the room. Across her cell was an empty cell identical to hers.

Despite feeling wide awake from the adrenaline that was given to her previously, her head still felt fuzzy from the punch earlier. She paced around the room assessing where it ended and finally settled in one corner with her head against the wall.

Thoughts ran through her mind. What they did to Peeta. Whether he was okay. Whether the others were kept in the same level. Whether she jeopardized the entire rescue mission.

It was awfully quiet apart from the constant hum from the force field and her voice in her mind. Either she was alone on the level or the walls were sound proof like the ones in the interrogation room.

It is just you and me now.

Her thoughts kept her occupied until she drifted into a light sleep with her hands wrapped around her torso.

An hour or two later some muffled noise woke her up.

It sounded like someone screaming. Soft, distant but definitely there and it was slowly getting louder.

She rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and focused on the sound. She couldn't make out where it was coming from or whether it was just all in her head. It echoed through her ears like she was listening it through her headphones.

It was definitely getting louder. Then she saw it.

Two peacekeepers dragging someone into the cell opposite hers. Probably a woman judging by the screams. She was dressed in a white overall which hung off her frame. Her hair unevenly cut and with some parts looking like they were burnt off. She was struggling against the grip of the two men holding her.

They threw her on the ground and turned to leave when Effie saw her spring up with her arm around one of the peacekeeper's neck. That was when she saw her face. Johanna. Her eyes instantly widen with recognition. She held her breath as she watched the other peacekeeper reached out for a device on his belt while the other was struggling to keep Johanna off. He shocked her on the neck and she fell like a rag doll onto the peacekeeper. He threw her off his shoulders before throwing a few kicks to her side.

Staring at the scene before her. It took her a few minutes before realizing the peacekeepers were gone.

The poor girl was lying on her side, her face bruised and bleeding from several cuts, her left arm missing a patch of skin.

All Effie wanted to do was go over and cradle her in her arms. It hurt to see the people she cared about getting hurt. It was worse when it was her fault they were hurting. First Peeta and now Johanna. It pained her so much that it physically hurt.

All she could do was to sit in her cell and watch Johanna from a far. She was still breathing as far as Effie could tell from the rise and fall of her chest. It was labored but at least she was still breathing.

Breathing is good. Breathing is alive. Alive is good.

At least they were all alive.

That was all she could hope for.