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Chapter 4

Karina's Point of View

I waited in anticipation of any news of Katniss and Gale. I couldn't wait until they arrived. They disgusted me, for many reasons. The main one being that Katniss was the cause of my father's death. If she could have just followed the rules and played his little game, he wouldn't have died. Not to talk about how he died in the worst manner possible: being trampled. That must have hurt like hell, having a rope around your neck and having no way to stop all the peopole around you from stepping all over you, and I'm going to make Katniss and Gale pay for that. Even if Gale wasn't a direct source to his death, he helped. He didn't follow my father's rules either, and therefore contributing to his death. Even if I don't love him, he still made me, still is my whole being. He beat my mother to death, but I didn't care. To me, she was nothing. Only the vesicle that helped bring about my existence. For all I could care, she could go to hell. Now my father was the one that taught me everything. How to be evil, how to hurt people, how to bring pleasure for yourself while using others…

My thoughts were interrupted by Rye coming in.

"Karina, they have arrived. They are waiting in the red room," he said, and walked out.

I laughed quietly as I thought about the irony of that. The red room was where I had last seen Snow. That had been the last time I had ever talked to him. I bet Katniss was enjoying the leftover smell of roses very much. Ha, more torture to add. The smell of roses. She would hate, absolutely hate that. I would kill her in the end, but maybe I could save Gale for myself. For…enjoyment, as my father would say. Now, how to torture them….We shall see. I walked out of the room, my green heels clicking loudly on the wooden floors. I arrived at the red room and walked in.

Katniss's Point of View

I glared at the walls of the room. They were red, my least favourite color. Snow's color. I could even smell the scent of roses still lingering. That was his trademark. They said that when he murdered everyone in his way to becoming President of all of Panem, he had to poison himself to take off suspicion. Apparently that poison had left a horrible smell on his body, so that's why he masked it heavily with his rose perfume. I shuddered, thinking about all the roses he had sent me; one in my Victory house, another while I was still in district 13 and he was in jail.

I looked up suddenly, hearing shoes walking down the hallway. I quickly back away from the door instinctively, and sat on the couch. Gale sits next to me and squeezes my hand comfortingly. What would I do without him? My feelings for him were growing uncontrollably. I think I was falling in love with him. "But that's impossible", I thought, "I'm in love with Peeta, even though he's dead. But Gale…He's so enchanting, so handsome, like the best friend I've never had. Maybe more than that." I sigh, knowing he didn't like me that way. We were just friends, and that's how it would stay.

I look at the young woman that entered the room. She had on a red dress, strangely enough the same color of this room. Green heels, my favourite color. Dark red lipstick, long, dark brown hair, a crooked nose-probably broken by someone that hated her. I'd be happy to break it for her again. She walked around us, not speaking.

"Hmm," she spoke, "You look just like how I remember you. Ugly, conceited little freaks. I don't know how anyone could stand you guys. Well by the time I'm done with you, no one will be able to recognize you."

I swallow my instinct to flee from the room and look at her head on. I see Gale doing the same thing, and grip his hand tighter. We would both needed to be brave until Haymitch found a way to rescue us.

"Do you know why I kidnapped you? I watched my father die in front of my eyes. Trampled to death. That was all your fault. The least you could have done is shot him like you were supposed to. Instead, you shoot Coin. I mean, what the fuck? Sure, I didn't like him, but he's still my father and he deserves to be avenged. Now, here's what I'm going to do." Karina paused for breath, then continued on.

"I have to get revenge for what you, Katniss, did. And yes, you too, Gale. I will torture you until I find out exactly what you know. Where are all the rebels hiding? Haymitch, Effie, Beetee, all those key people. They need to die. Also, are you planning any attack on the capitol to assassinate me, or to take over, etcetera?"

I glared at her. "We aren't telling you a single damn thing. You don't deserve the information, and we sure as hell aren't going to be providing it for you," I said. My head jerked back in pain as she slapped me. I didn't give her the satisfaction of touching my face, even though I could feel beads of blood running down my face from where her fingernails had dug in. Gale stood up with clenched fists.

"She's right. There's no way you can get us to tell you anything, no matter what you do. We will resist, like everyone before us. Like a flame. You will never extinguish the rebels, and you can't do anything about that," Gale retorted.

I saw Karina's face grow white with rage. This might not have been such a good idea, I realized. Provoking her…yeah that might just get us into deeper shit.

She answered back, "Do you know how Paylor died? I killed her with my own hands, that little bitch. I kidnapped her, took her from where she was at the moment. I killed her lover in front of her eyes. Then, I tortured her, just like I'm going to torture you. I dropped candle wax all over her. That burned her, and made her scream. Then, I put her in a room, all alone, with jaberjays. You should know very well what happens when most people hear them, Katniss. I kept her in that room for..hmm about 23 hours. Just enough time for her to have heart failure. She died. Now, do you understand that that is exactly what will happen to you, unless you tell me what I want to know? Because I promise you, it will be horrible if you don't."

I stared at her, stunned. My fingernails were digging into Gales hand, but he ignored it. I sat back down, still dumbfounded. Was that really how she died? What a horrible way to die! I couldn't imagine being stuck in a room with Prim's voice, my father's voice, or Peeta's voice screaming my name and telling me to come save them. I just couldn't.

Karina smirked when she saw my reaction and said, "Oh yes, NOW you get it. So yes or no. Will you tell me what I want to know?"

I gritted my teeth and held onto Gale for comfort.

"No," I said. Karina grinned and replied, "Oh thank you! Now I can get revenge for my father's death." She grabbed my arm and yanked me away from Gale, dragging me out of the room.

Gale's Point of View

I still couldn't believe that this had happened to us. And now, Karina was dragging Kat away. Her hand was torn from mine, and I yelled out her name, not that it did any good. I watched her being dragged out of the room, and watched the door slam shut afterwards. I couldn't stand to think of her being stuck in the room next to me, hearing her father's, Prim's, Peeta's, Rue's, Finnick's, and everyone else's voices that she had watched die. I knew that she wouldn't be able to deal with it, knowing that she couldn't save them. I had watched her on T.V. during the Quarter Quell and had seen what had happened to her when the jaberjays started up. It would be the same now, but worse.

I heard a shriek pierce the air. "Katniss!" I yelled. I ran to the wall and threw myself against it, punching it as hard as I could. I heard her scream again, followed by sobbing. I knew what she must be hearing, and I felt so bad for her. To have to relive that—horrible. I heard her yell out Rue's name, obviously she must be hearing her.

I ran to the door and threw myself against it, trying to get to her. If I could, I would have volunteered and taken her place in there. I couldn't stand to think of her trapped in that room with everyone's voices yelling at her. I tried not to think of my experiences, and Katniss's had been much worse. Now, she had to remember them again and live through them. I didn't know what this would do to her mind.

I kept yelling at the door, even though I knew that it wouldn't help. I heard her yell out again, then a crash against the right wall. I couldn't imagine how this must feel to her, and I pushed down my rage. I had to think this through. Could I knock down the door?

I ran over to the chair next to the round wooden table, picked it up, and threw it at the door. Didn't help. I kept doing it, and by the time I collapsed, exhausted, there wasn't even a crack on the door.

"Dammit!" I yelled. I sat down on the couch, completely spent, and waited impatiently for her to be brought back in.

Katniss's Point of View
(Right before being taken from the red room)

I scrabbled for Gale's hand, as Karina yanked me away. I almost, almost grabbed it again, but she was too strong for me. She dragged me out of the door, and tossed me into the room next door.

"Right next to Gale, just so he can hear your screams," said Karina, grinning maliciously.

I glared at her as she slammed the door. Trying not to think about the jaberjays that were awaiting me, I looked around. The room was completely empty and black. The walls were painted black, and had a black cement floor. The perfect torture room. I walked to the center and sat down warily.

That was when I heard Prim's voice, screaming.

"KATNISS! HELP! AAAAAHHHH!" she screamed.

I knew it was her voice, and even though I should have known that it wasn't her really, I completely forgot about that. I yelled for her, and ran around, trying to find a nonexistent Prim. "Prim! Where are you?!" I screamed, looking around, seeing nothing, interpreting nothing. Her voice ended and my father's began. He cried out the same thing, and sounded just like I remembered him, except completely tortured and hurt. I ran at the wall, having the crazy idea of being able to burst through it, but instead bounced off and landed on the ground, with my knees scraped and bleeding.

I curled up in a ball and covered my ears, trying to block off the sounds. I heard Rue's voice join in, then Gale's. I sobbed, thinking that I had failed them. They were being injured because of me, because I couldn't save them, because I wasn't strong enough. I heard Gale's voice, again and again, and cried because I just realized that I was in love with him. He meant everything to me, and I couldn't stand it if I was the reason of him being hurt. What if they were doing the same to sweet little Prim? My father? Rue, oh that beautiful loving girl.

I could distantly hear Peeta screaming my name, and tried to sink into the ground. I slowly grew completely disoriented, and I couldn't hear or see anything. I screamed again, and dug my nails into the cement, trying to dig or something. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, just that I had to get away from those voices….