As promised, we've written a Hunger Games fanfiction. Get out your noisemakers!
Aaand, it has slightly darker undertones!
Disclaimer: We don't own the Hunger Games. Sadly.
The prisoner sat hunched in the corner of his cell. He had once been strong and alert, but now he was thin, blue eyes clouded, only a faint, mere shadow of the energetic creature he used to be. Cuts and bruises covered his body, and his clothes were hardly more than rags. How long have I been here? he wondered dully. Three, four weeks? The unexpected thump of a boot startled the prisoner out of his thoughts. He stiffened. Usually if the Peacekeepers came, you were about to receive a harsh beating. Resisting only made it all the more cruel. The steps headed toward the prisoner's cell, and his eyes flickered, shining with the faintest glint of curiosity, towards the door.
"We've brought you a friend," a deep voice growled. The prisoner relaxed. Switching cells was common. Large, rough hands shoved a man who was decorated with many more bruises and wounds than himself into the cell. Gashes covered the man's body, and his clothes were torn and ragged. Still, the prisoner mused. There was something familiar about him. He slowly crawled closer to the man. "Who are you?" he croaked with his dry voice, raspy from disuse. The man groaned as if the prisoner's voice had woken him from the inner slumber of his mind. He blinked and opened his eyes. They were green.
Cinna, Peeta thought.