Sorry it took so long to update, but I like how this chapter turned out- I've had it planned for a while. Please review and let me know what you think. Hopefully I'll be updating again soon. Would you want them to be saved next chapter or continue a few more chapters still imprisoned? I'd be happy to write it either way.

Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins.

"I'm alright," Effie said as soon as she was sure the peacekeepers were gone, "Couple of hits to the back- nothing too serious. Nothing worse than usual."

"I'm sorry," Haymitch didn't know what to say- he just went through the same situation last night.

Effie changed the subject, "Haymitch?" She called out, "When's your birthday?"

"May 27th," He said quietly, waiting for her to figure it out.

She gasped, "But, Haymitch- that's- that's reaping day."

"Yeah- bad birthday," he grunted.

"I can't t… your Games… that's not fair." Effie felt so bad.

"Nothing's fair!" He almost laughed at the thought. His past wasn't fair, the Games weren't fair, and the fact that he had to talk to Effie in prison wasn't fair. The torture wasn't fair, President Snow wasn't fair- nothing was fair.

After he calmed down, he asked her, "When's your birthday?"

"November 22nd," Effie said, though her voice was still sad.

"That's nice, I think Peeta's birthday is sometime on November." Haymitch said.

"Hmmm." Effie said thoughtfully. She fell silent and the conversation was abruptly cut off when Peacekeepers barged into both of their prison cells and knocked them out.

Haymitch woke up with a pounding in his head. He wondered how long it had been since he was knocked unconscious. His room was, as usual, pitch black and he didn't notice any soreness in his body accept for the pounding in his head and a slight soreness in his arm as if from a needle. He must've been purposefully knocked out for a long time.

"Effie? Are you alright?" Haymitch asked, expecting to hear an answer. It never came. "Effie?" He called out again. Sure, she could've been unconscious like he was, but he was still too worried to stop calling out her name. "Effie? Please answer me Effie!" He was pounding against the solid wall until his hand was bruised. He gave up and fell back against the floor.

A couple of peacekeepers barged into the room, filling the room with light. Haymitch used all the strength he could to stand up and slam his fist against one of the peacekeeper's chest, "Where's Effie"?"

The peacekeeper took off their helmet and smirked at him, "Dead."

"No, she can't be." Haymitch shook his head.

"She is. And it's all thanks to you. If you two wouldn't have kept talking we wouldn't have had to get rid of her." The peacekeeper was smiling viscously.

"No," Haymitch smacked the man and ended up being restrained by the other two peacekeepers, "Why didn't you kill me, too?" He asked.

"We still need you for information." The guy smiled.

"I'll never say a word." Haymitch said, trying to lunge at the man but was restrained. The peacekeeper smacked Haymitch across the face and then punched him in the stomach, halting his breathing for a moment.

"Let him go," the peacekeeper said and the two released him, kicking him to the ground.

As two of them left one stayed behind. "I'll be out in a minute- I'm not finished with him yet." The other two laughed and the peacekeeper took out his flashlight.

"Please… don't…" Haymitch couldn't ask anymore.

The peacekeeper shone the flashlight at the top of the wall, the one that separated Effie and Haymitch. Haymitch used the strength he could to look up to the stream of light. He realized instantly what the peacekeeper was showing him- the gap between the wall and the ceiling was no longer there- and the solid block wall met the ceiling.

Haymitch realized what this meant- he couldn't hear Effie because there wasn't the gap. She might still be alive. His head snapped to see the peacekeeper who, as if reading his mind, slowly started nodding. Haymitch leaned back against the wall, relieved. Even if he went crazy not being able to talk to Effie, he knew she was alive.

"Thank you," he mouthed and the peacekeeper turned and left to go with the peacekeepers to Effie's room- but they were already inside and the door was locked. That meant he couldn't show her that Haymitch was still alive.

Effie woke up and started pounding on the wall just like Haymitch did. "Haymitch? Please answer me! Haymitch?" She grew more anxious to hear his voice every second.

Peacekeepers filled the room within a matter of minutes. She looked up at them and asked, "What did you do to him? Where's Haymitch."

The peacekeeper gave her the same evil grin he gave Haymitch, "He's long gone."

"You mean-" Effie started.

The peacekeeper cut her off, "Dead."

She got up and started to punch the peacekeeper. She got in a couple of swings before the peacekeepers restrained her. The peacekeeper punched her back and yanked her head back by her hair for good measure. They kicked her down to the floor and left.

Effie couldn't find the will to get up off the ground where they kicked her. She curled into a ball and wrapped her arms around her legs. Haymitch was dead. She had no one.

So Haymitch knows Effie is alive but Effie thinks he's dead! Let me know if you like how this chapter went! Effie will find out soon that Haymitch is alive from the good peacekeeper.