EPILOGUE
Cato Hadley woke up from unconsciousness and screamed out Indie's name.
As he realised he was no longer in the arena, he started thrashing around, trying to figure out where he was and how to escape.
Banging on the metallic walls of wherever he was, Cato's knuckled started to bruise and his throat was becoming sore from yelling.
Mechanical noises tore his attention to a piece of the wall that slid open to reveal Finnick Odair. The man from District 4 looked worse for wear but he looked alive. However, the look on his face was grim and despite bursting with questions, Cato didn't want to hear the news that was about to come out of his mouth.
"Where are we?" Was all the blue eyed boy asked.
"On our way to District 13."
"That doesn't exist anymore. It was all blown up by the Capitol." Cato's eyebrows furrowed.
"Not anymore. It's now an underground rebel base."
"Does that mean we're safe from the Capitol?"
"Yeah. Look, Cato-"
"She's not here is she." Cato's voice was grim as the look on Finnick's face answered his question before his voice did.
"We're pretty sure the Capitol has her. Along with Peeta and Johanna. We can't be sure though. Cato, I'm so sorry."
As Cato sunk to the floor, Finnick went with him and pulled the guy into a hug. Bursting into tears, Cato didn't pull away but sobbed into the other guys neck. The pair of them stayed there on the floor until they reached District 13. Cato was miles away from his fiancé, the only thing he had left of her was the hole her absence left in his heart.
Indiana Summers woke up from unconsciousness and found herself lying on a cold, dark floor.
As she realised she was no longer in the arena, she started thrashing around, trying to figure out where she was and how to escape. However, her fists connected with metal bars and the sound resonated throughout the large room.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed that there was six cells in the room including hers. Letting out a strangled yell, Indie realised she was imprisoned in the Capitol as the insignia was branded on the faraway wall.
"Indie, calm down. It's okay." Peeta's voice came from the cell next to hers and she could see his face through the bars.
"We're in the Capitol, aren't we?" Indie's voice wavered a little.
"Yes we are. Trapped here like rabbits. Small and defenceless." Johanna's voice came from the cell on Indie's left.
"Who else is here?" Indie asked. There was another question hidden in that one and luckily, Peeta picked up on it.
"No, he's not. Neither is Katniss, Finnick or Beetee." Peeta responded, his own pain laced in his voice.
Sinking to the floor, Indie leaned her back against the bars of the cell, her hand resting on the floor. Peeta's back was leaning against his own cell, his hand resting on the floor.
Lacing their fingers together, the two teenagers stayed there on the floor until the lights in the room switched on and Peeta was dragged away. Lying down on the floor, Indie curled into a ball and tried not to cry. She was miles away from her fiancée and the only thing she had left of him was the hole his absence left in her heart and the ring symbolising their love on her finger.
