Games 11

I was in a cave. I felt the the cool dirt with my weak, swollen hands, trembling as I threw up everything I'd ever eaten in my entire life. As the nacious subsided, I thought about all that had happened for the past two weeks.

Twenty kids had died. Twenty teenagers ranging in ages. I'd heard/watched as they'd all died. I was in the true cruelty of The Hugner Games in person.

And I was still alive.

My cannon hadn't fired just yet. Maybe there was a hint of a chance that I'd make it. But no. If Rue was in danger, I'd find her.

Oh my God...Rue.

I had to get up. I had to find her. I had to protect my only friend...I had to make sure she won.

I stumbled to my feet, trying to balance. My body was cruel, forcing me to collaspe as another wave of nacious threatened to send me into unconscienceness. And that's when I realized I was not alone.

"So, I heard you got caught in the water spill," Cato's voice was in my ear, and electricity raced through my body, making me pass out again.

A bug zapper. That's what he had. A bug zapper.

And so, for the next few days, I was tortured.

He made sure I was always wet. I laid there, no shirt on and only a few leaves covering my privates, as he tortured me with that bug zapper. He'd probably got it from a supply bag or something...

I was quickly reduced to nothing. I just had to lay there and take it. My skin was so numb by the time he decided he was satisified I couldn't feel anything that touched the burnt area.

He had destroyed my skin cells and nerves, alright.

And he wasn't going easy on me, as planned. He was going to torture me, even if it wasn't with that stupid bug zapper. He yanked my along by the neck, making me fall constantly. He'd slap me, kick me, and punch every time I did, which was pretty much constantly.

It was hell.

I imaganed Katniss watching this. My big sister, wishing it was her and not me, fists clenched to her sides, not even bothering to hide her heartbroken pain at this point. Her little sister was being toruted in unspeakable ways, and she was forced to watch it.

So it was hell on both sides of the screen.

The only place it wasn't was in the Capital. How anyone human could get pleasure out of seeing a little girl slowly die at the hands of someon who was born to kill and never regret...

And I had a sudden firy feeling inside my gut and soul. The sense that the Capital couldn't control me now. I was in their Games, but I was not a piece in their Games. I wouldn't let myself be...they weren't going to kill me. I was going to surrive Cato somehow.

And I was going to find Rue.

"Cato," my voice was hoarse and weak now from all my tortured screaming, "I need to use the bathroom."

"Hurry along now, sweetheart," he sounded too much like Haymitch now, but not even Haymitch would give me a pat on the rear of encouragment with that damned bug zapper.

I was too weak to run. So I crawled away, into the bush, away from his smirking face that would soon be filled with rage as soon as he found out I was gone.

He was a totally cocky idiot.

With a bug zapper.

So I requested rainfall to a hidden camrea in a tree trunk softly as I crawled away.

Not my best idea.