Under Arrest
I shake with fear at the small apartment where all the Mentors stay. The television is in front of me yet I just can't to seem to bring myself to turn it on as every moment of Finnick's torture is also my torture. I don't have any idea how long the Games have gone on for as I've just sat on this sofa, despite the lack of comfort it brings me. I just know or think that they aren't over. Not yet anyway. Then something happens that completely startles me. The door bursts open and two men in white Peacekeeper uniforms quickly walk in. I freeze, taken by utter surprise, why are they here? Are they going to give me the news that Finnick's dead. Though the aggression in their eyes make my thoughts differ and lead me to think that they aren't here to deliver me news or have a nice cosy chat with me over tea and biscuits. They're in hostile callous glares confirm this.
But their intentions are made clear when they drag my away, my shoulders around their strong arms, dragging me along backwards. I scream though no one is able to hear me, after all the other Mentors are probably in a control room watching over the games. The Peacekeepers are going to take me away, I'm under arrest. I have no idea what for but as my bare feet ache in pain as they're pulled along the gravel of the Capitol pavement towards a large black car and I contemplate the reasons for my abrupt arrest and somehow know that Finnick is connected. Why else would this be happening? My screams grow louder and Andy's face flashes before me, the axe decapitating his head! The Peacekeeper moves a hand to cover my mouth though his attempt is short as I bite down on his hand to get the unfamiliar touch from my face. This clearly causes him anger as when he shoves me roughly into the back seat of the car my head is bashes against the window by no accident. Still screaming I put my hand to the searing pain coming from my head. As I take it away I see the thick blood that I have already in a matter of seconds lost and everything begins to go blurry…