Trying regain strength this restless is impossible. I have managed to pluck up the energy to walk since my greeting with the unknown doctor. Pacing up and down the white capitol room. The room holds nothing except a metal frame of a bed, a mattress, a bed side table, a large metal door with a giant mirror the accompanies it and a door that leads to a plain, brightly lit hallway which hold many other rooms similar to mine. Each time i leave to explore Im ushered back into my room by a guard that stands at my door.

Im amazed how they thought i would stay put. Sit to my own thoughts. My own memories, but for some reason i recall no memory's. Just flash backs. Some of the night i was supposed to die. Some of Liza, smiling from my reassuring comments or comfort, and some i dont even remember living. A girl and boy, competing in the games and seemingly breaking the biggest rule of all. Two victors. Whatever is happening, i know its one of the capitols tricks and i wont rest until i get answers.

It seems like hours im sat on the edge of my bed waiting to be released but finally the guard opens the door. ''Time for you to go... The showers are just down the hall to the left. Clean yourself up, there will be clothes on the side. Someone will collect you when you are finished.'' His harsh tone makes me startled. I stumble off the bed and walk down the hallway. Followed by the guards. Clearly im not trustworthy, I wonder what i did wrong to be so captive and securely guarded. I hope its something bad. I hope i caused something no other has.

I walk into the showers and steady myself on one of the sinks. The slam of the metal door behind me makes my head jerk. I look up into the mirror and the face looking back looks no older. Years, he must be mistaken. It looks as if ive only just come out of the arena. My skin still the age of a 17 year old. I bring my hands up to my face to reassure myself that im not hallucinating. The stench on the capitol sanitizer enters my nose. Causing me to gag a little. I immediately turn on the sink, thoroughly washing my hands, almost to the brink of bleeding. My whole body much reek of it. I strip down completely, throwing the blue and white thin garments in the bin by my side. I wonder down the tiled floor until i arrive at a row of showers. Each shower blocked off by a barrier of metal. I choose the one furthest away. I turn on the taps, letting the hot, steaming water explore my head and body. Refreshing my pores from the alcohol stenches rub. I press all the buttons, allowing all kinds of fragrances spray me. Some remind me of home.

A place that feels like forever since i last seen its beauty. The fresh meadows of grass and streams, that growl lilys. The animals grazing the beautiful horizon, and the sunset. The perfect sunset of district 10. Nothing beats it. I spent so many afternoons, winter and summer, sat reminiscing on the wonderful memory's of my family. All that taken away from me one again by the capitol. First my parents. Now my freedom.

My thoughts are tugged from my grasp when the door to the bathing room is slammed open. A slender man walked in. He was well groomed and wore the same hospital garments as i did. He fails to notice me at first. He gets unchanged and steps in the shower cubicle down from me. Just before he turns his water on, he turns towards me and meets my eyes. He falls back on the metal separator. Completely startled by my appearance. ''Is that really you? Jasper?'' He stutters whilst regaining his posture. Im puzzled again, whats the shock of seeing me. ''Yeah...uh'' I suddenly seem my opportunity to get answers and take it. ''I mean yes sorry, whats it to you may i ask?'' I say in a firm voice. ''Well you know... maybe the fact you've been the talk of the capitol for 50 years and not a single person has seen your face!'' His words hit me like a ton of bricks. 50 years. How could it be. I choose to ignore it, I can find all that out later. ''What is this place? and why are we here?'' I ask because i know i will be fed lies if i ask the capitol. ''They call this the storing centre.'' He says this as if i should have already known this. ''The storing centre? What do you mean?'' He looks at me as if im stupid. ''The capitol thought that it would be a waste too let some of the greatest fallen tributes stay... well you know... dead!'' I begin to understand where hes going with this so i finish his sentence. ''So they brought them back to life, am i right in saying?'' He nods. '' You got it. Im not sure what they are doing with us... especially you in particular but i guess we will find out now you're awake! They kept you in the preservation tank for 50 years... So you must be pretty special especially with all that lightening stuff you got going on.'' He sees how overwhelmed i am so he stops talking.

I grab my towel and run to the changing rooms. Locking myself in. I smack my head into my hands. I dont understand. What would they want from me. I sit on the cold tiles, naked trying to piece the puzzle, but i still have far to many pieces to unlock yet.


He dresses himself in the tight, grey tank-top, black trousers and military boots the capitol provided him with and sets off out the changing room. He is met at the entrance of the room by a guard and a man that goes by the name of Plutarch Havensbee. He shook my hand and we travelled down the winding hallways and beautifully architected stair ways. We stop at a well polished elevator. Plutarch shoos the guard away and lift his arm up notifying me the door is open. We both stand in the elevator in silence. He seems nice. A lot of capitol citizens are pretentious and careless, but for some reason this man gives me the sense he doesn't want to be like the over the top capitol people. He would rather be himself, but im saying this without know his personality.

He leads me too a dark walkway and up to a door. ''Behind this door son... Are some of the most important figures of Panem! They are going to explain why you're here and what has happened over the years. One piece of advice, i would keep your mouth shut.'' He says with a smirk, as if he knows how mouthy and cheeky i am. I nod as he opens the door. There are 7 people sat around a mahogany table, their conversation drops dead as all their eyes dart at me. The man at the head of the table stands up. Hes a old, white haired man. I would say in his late 60s, early 70s. His hair and beard white as snow and his lips are puffy as if he had surgery recently.

''Ah Plutarch bring him it.'' Plutarchs hand reaches behind my back and lightly pulls me inside the door. Destroying my gaze upon the old man. ''Jasper. How are you feeling boy?'' The man says in a tender tone. ''Uh yeah just a little puzzled...'' I say biting the inside of my cheek. He ushers me in with his hand and i sit down just ahead of him. ''Im sorry for all the confusion! This is why we have brought you here, to recap you on why you are alive and the what has happened since your time. Let me introduce myself... Im President Snow, the former president of panem.'' His face lights up in a cold smile.
I shuffle uncomfortably in my chair, i dont feel safe around any of these peoples presence. ''Now Im guessing you're first questions are 'why am i alive?' and 'what do you want from me?'.'' He smiles as if he can read my mind. I nod slightly. ''Well where do i begin... What you did in the first quarter quell was beyond all means, against the rules. When they pulled you out of the wreckage you're 'mysterious power', shall we call it? had caused. Well lets just say... There was no victor to be crowned.'' He pauses, he can see the destruction on my face. Liza didn't come out, all because of me. I was the one who swore to protect her and i failed. Even worse... I was her murderer. I look up into his cold eyes in pain. ''Oh dont worry, they managed to revive both you and Liza in time.'' My eyes brighten back up. Relief floods them. ''You on the other hand were not as lucky as Liza! The capitol used you as a device, kind of a warning call to any remaining rebels at the time... Pretty genius. Without you even realizing the capitol had set up and staged all your strange encounters with the lightening! Until the day you put on the lightening suit in your very famous chariot ride, within that suit was a device, similar to a lightening rod, that sunk deep in your back. Completely painless but it caused the lightening to hit you, cling too you and even surge off you.'' My brain is overflowing. I wish i could get up and just walk out but this conversation is far to important to me.

He continues ''When you were pulled out of the arena, the lightening that powered through your body that night from the sword had managed to keep you alive. The Capitol were close to disposing of you, but instead thought of a much better use of you. They locked you up in a preservation case. Keeping you froze in a moment, it was the first one the Capitol ever built, in this day and age now we sell them to many Capitol people, but we enhanced yours very regularly. Each time making your unique skill better. Until now...'' He halts and turns to the screen behind him, it flickers on quickly to a girl similar age as me. She reminds me of Liza. This brings peace to mind. I bet she lived a happy life with her family. He startles me back to reality by talking. ''Now Jasper... You are our tool. You see this girl is seen all over Panem as the mockingjay, the beacon of hope and serenity and you're job is to assassinate her, wipe her from this planet. In return we offer you anything beyond your wildest dreams, if you decline this task we will take to the testing centre and have to inject a serum into your body, so for your mental sake, i would accept.'' I'm stunned, Im not a killed and im certainly not a assassin.