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-Rachel:
It's been a month since I was captured by the Capital. I've been in a living hell far worse than I ever imagined for a month. I don't even bother to get up when I hear the door open to my cell; I don't even bother to glance up. I just look down at my stomach, which is showing the signs that soon my baby will be born. Special shots have made the process go six times faster than usual, and soon I will be a mother. The cell door screeches shut again.
"Rachel?" I hear a man's voice call my name, it's faintly familiar to me. I look up slowly, I lock eyes with a young man, his bronze hair is in a buzz cut and scars are prominent over his whole body. His eyes remind me of who he is, his ocean blue eyes. If they had changed his eyes, he would look completely different than from the strong man I remember him to be.
"Skitt" I choke out hoarsely. Before long we're wrapped in an embrace, each thrilled the other is alive. He puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me over.
"You look terrible."
He's right. You wouldn't look too good yourself if you had information beaten out of you that you didn't know. Beaten until you gave them false answers, because you don't know the truth. Then beaten again when they discover you 'lied' to them. That's what happens every day; every single day I am beaten without mercy. I'm fed little, just enough to keep my baby and I alive. They do something else to me too, something to my memories each day. Making my hate and terror towards a rebel man grow with each passing day.
"They'll get us out, don't you worry. Finnick will get us out." Skitt soothes, only I stiffen with fear at his name. Finnick Odair is not human; Finnick Odair is a dastardly terrifying mutt that wants only one thing but to make me suffer. He's done a pretty good job of it too. He killed my mother. Then he killed my father. Then he would beat me whenever he got the chance to. He made me go in the Games. He killed Peeta. He was the one who sold me to other men. He was the one who got Gale beaten. Skitt looks deep into my eyes worry in his own. "What's wrong, Finn will save us." He repeats.
"That mutt would rather have us dead!" I scream in his face. Tears welling up in my own, just his name physically hurts me.
"No," Skitt's eyes widen at my words. "No, they didn't do this to you. They can't. They couldn't." he seems to realize something.
"That, that thing, does nothing but hurt me whenever he can!" I growl out to Skitt.
"No, he would never hurt you, he never has."
"He killed everyone I loved! He sold me! He made me go in the Games!" I scream louder now.
"When is Kevser going to be born?" Skitt changes the subject quickly; my baby's name instantly calms me.
"Two days." I smile; it instantly fades when the cell opens again and a peacekeeper comes in and grabs me. "No!" I scream as they start to drag me out.
"Let her be!" Skitt rushes over, but another peacekeeper stabs him in the gut with the butt of his gun, causing him to keel over on the cement floor.
"Sorry boy, she's got an interview."
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-Finnick:
Over, under, trough, pull. Over, under, trough, pull. I tie and retie knot after knot on my length of rope. Over and over and over again. I try not to think of her but think of nothing else. They must be beating her, torturing her, making her suffer for things she doesn't know about. A buzzing by my ear distracts me for a moment as I swat the hummingbird away from me.
That's where I'm sitting, in the hummingbird room, in District Thirteen. I've been here for a month now. I'm no help at all though, I can't help fight in the full scale rebellion that's going on all over Panem. I'm mentally unstable now, constantly worrying, constantly fearing the worst. I look up as Haymitch walks in. He's been a lot better off than I have, overloading himself with work so he doesn't go insane or fall apart, like I have.
"Come on, they want us in Command." He tells me gently, speaking like he's talking to a little child. I nod and stand up in my simple clothes. My gray uniform that everyone in Thirteen wears. I follow Haymitch to Command, where everyone in the room in crowded around the television. I see President Coin as she turns and sees me.
"No, get Odair out, he doesn't need to see." She says quickly, and then soldiers are blocking my view of the television. But now I want to see, because I know it's bad, and it's from the Capital, and they want me to see it if Coin doesn't. I shove the soldiers aside as I step closer, then I see her. Rachel.
She's barely recognizable with the scars that cover her. What sticks out the most is her stomach; she looks like she's due any day, any moment. But it's only been a month. Caesar Flickerman sits next to her as her eyes train on something that we can't see. She's shaking violently, but Caesar tries to get around this.
"So Rachel, how have you been?" he asks in a cheery voice. She doesn't seem to hear him and he repeats the question, her head snaps towards him.
"Oh sorry, well, I've been better I'll say that." Of course you've been better. I move closer to the television, everyone in the room watches me closely.
"Haven't we all. With the rebellion and such, so what are your views on this?"
"Well, I think. I think." She glances around the room cautiously. "I think that it's, pointless." She finishes. I can tell she doesn't think this at all though.
"Of course, care to broaden?"
"Sure. I think that it is pointless because everyone fighting the strong Capital, who have stronger weapons and everything. And I feel bad for everyone back in District Thirteen, gone by nightfall." She adds the last part slowly, emphasizing each syllable. The whole television screen turns into a frenzy as the camera that is filming is knocked down. It shows Rachel's feet, and then her scream fills the room as she drops to the floor. Her face is right in front of the camera. I watch in horror as soon a boot collides full on with her face, again, and again, and again. There's another whacking noise and blood covers the lens, another scream, and then the broadcast is turned off.
I'm looking around the room panicked. "We need to get her out! They'll kill her!" I scream at no one in particular.
"We can't get her out Soldier Odair." Coin says smoothly.
"What do you mean you can't? They'll kill her!"
"No they won't."
"How are you so sure! She's being beaten right now!" It's Haymitch who is now been awakened from his state of shock and is yelling.
"Because he's doing this to break both of you." She motions to Haymitch and I. Until we're broken? I'm already way past broken. "And we need to prove them wrong, prove that you're strong. Odair, you start training as soon as possible. Abernathy, continue your work. We need to get everyone undercover now! If the girl's right we will be bombed or attacked by nightfall!" Coin starts yelling out orders, she presses a button and sirens blast throughout all of Thirteen. I calmly walk down, further into the earth, to the safe room.
He's doing this to break both of you. It rings over and over in my head as I walk through the crowded hallways. Break me? What will break me when I'm already broken? They have my wife, they have my child. They have my world dangling above my head like a hundred ton weight, one false move, and it all comes crashing down to kill you.
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-Rachel:
I'm dragged off the floor of the stage. At least he's warned; at least maybe my father will live now. Haymitch. That's why I warned them of the coming bombers. That's why I suck it up for the millionth time and take another beating. That's why I'm being dragged onto the table; a screen in front of my face, a needle poised somewhere where I can't see it, waiting to stab me.
I watch as the screen comes to life. It's me, and the man, but I'm not scared this time. This is one of the few good memories I have of him. I remember it as I watch it. I watch myself as I run through the victor's room to Finnick's outstretched arms. He scoops me up effortlessly and twirls me around in a circle. I feel a sharp stab of a needle as venom is leaked into my system. My mind changed what I watch on screen.
Finnick goes and shoves me to the floor; I can feel the physical pain on my body. And then he laughs in my face and kicks me. Over, and over, and over again. I plead for him to stop; I tell him I love him and that he's hurting me.
"Good" he snarls out at me as he proceeds to lift me up from my neck, cutting off my air. He punches me in the gut as I'm thrown back to the floor. The screen before me goes black as I'm left trembling on the metal table.
Moments later a picture of Finnick appears on the screen. I let my scream; filled with hate, terror, and distrust, fill the room. My fist collides with the screen, right where his face is, and it shatters. My hand is left scratched and bloody.
He's nothing but a killer. A cold-hearted killer. A murderer. A thief. A liar. A backstabber.
A mutt.
Ugh oh. Yes, she's been hijacked if you're still wondering. This is never a good thing.