Before Annie Cresta was rescued, she thought of Finnick Odair.
The screams of the girl next cage shocked me. The strong girl was stripped, bound to a huge black chair with various gadgets. I could even see the electric currents ridling her body. Her whole face was tattered and bruised, and her private parts sported unnatural wounds. Blood trickled down my cheek, as my time for torture was over. The time period grew smaller and smaller, until, one day I hope this will end.
The guard of my cage had his back to me and the girl, his face grim and expressionless. The cage next to me contained the youngest of us, the boy with the bread, Peeta Mellark. Finnick had always told me about him. The love of him for the Girl on Fire was vast.
The white-robed torturers marched in again, holding an assorment of equipments. The leading man, the wart-face, snapped his fingers at the guards, his nose held high. He had no respect whatsoever for the guards which scampered out. They feared for their jobs. My guard had one last look at me and left behind his comrades.
Mellark shrunk away, but they grabbed him and jammed a huge needle full of blood-red liquid into his arm. He let out a little yelp and cowered on the ground, huddled into a ball. I flinched when his fists clenched and unclenched.
Wart-face shot me a undeciphered look and someone grabbed me by my hair, tugging it by strands. I screamed, and a blindfold was whipped onto my eyes. I slid down to the side of the cage, dissolving into a heap. Imaginary blows came from every way and they knocked me down.
The blindfold left me and I was facing the girl. They forced me to watch as they left scorching burns on her pale skin. Some groped at her body and her screams echoed in the canals of my ears. Her body jerked and spasmed as the static electricity ran through.
Her eyes met mine for a second. Finnick Odair hissed in synchronization between us. I knew she knew him, and she knew who I was to him.
It was another hour later until Wart-face led his men out, taking Mellark with him, and the guards came back in. My guard pointedly turned his back on us, ignoring us, but the others made fun of the girl, as she was bare.
My guard hissed something at them and they grumbled a bit but continued guarding, occasionally stealing a few words. My guard stared motionless at front.
A while later a shirking young girl came in with the food, the nametag on her breastplate reading Yanary Crane. It mainly composed of bread today, white meager bread for us prisoners. Swallowing without tasting, the bread made its way down to my stomach. Something flew between cages and landed at my feet. It was a small white cube, probably carved from the bread. Our eyes met again and the girl nodded confidently. Finnick, I silently prayed, When I can see you again?
The guard turned and looked at me and, suddenly, held his bread to me.
After Finnick Odair was saved, he thought of Annie Cresta.
I lay on the bed next to Katniss, pondering her words. A lone tear trickled down the already dry path of wetness. Haymitch roused from his bed next to me suddenly, muttering something about pampered girls, than lay back down again. Beetee was turning in his sleep, sobbing something mechanical.
Katniss, on the other hand, seemed peacefully calm compared to her rash act just now. Her brows were furrowed, alright, but she didn't talk aloud or thrash. In her own way, I knew, she loved Peeta as much as he loved her.
Which brought me back to the issue.
Annie... I whispered to the silent ceiling. It stared back at me, no emotion shown. What did a ceiling know of love? I rolled to face Katniss, taking comfort in her motionless form.
The face of Snow floated above me, the cruel look on his deathly pale face and his snake-like eyes. I shook my head to disband my thoughts.
On the cot beside me, Haymitch Aberthany shouted something suddenly about false peacocks trapped in cages too big for them. Beetee shuffled in his sleep and murmured something that only District 3 would know. Katniss sighed and turned in her sleep, her back facing me. I though I heard her whisper, Peeta, but that was probably just my dillusioned brain.
My thoughts turned back to the Capitol, and it floated to the better of my clients. There was, in fact, one. Her name was Yan. She was young, but she was clever. She had helped me a lot during Annie's games and the rebellion, and she was the minority of the normal people in the Capitol.
Her name hit a raw nerve. It wasn't like I loved her romantically, but I loved her as a sister. I had promised I would save her when the rebellion started, but I didn't know where she was. I had already given her name to Haymitch, and he said he would have orders for her to be rescued by the extraction team which would leave a few days later to rescue Annie and Johanna and Peeta.
Suddenly a small head stuck up between the doors. I sat up immediately, mostly out of self defence. But I relaxed when I saw who it was. It was Prim, Katniss' adorable sister. She made way to my bed and said rapidly and stammeringly, Some District 4 kids told me to bring this to you. She held out a basket to me, inside there was a cloth-wrapped square. Thank you, I smiled, and an apparent blush appeared on her cheeks, able to be seen in the dark of night. I chuckled inwardly to what reaction Katniss would have.
They say they got it from your house before they left. she explained, then she scampered away quickly. Annie's and my house, apparently. I opened the wrapping, revealing a box. I opened it. Incide were elegantly decorated recipes, written by both Annie and Mags. Smoked salt salmon with herbs the first entry said. I remember the time when Annie first made this for me. She had invented it herself and had searched for a long time for the suitable herbs. Annie...
I will make sure this box will make it to 13.
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