So I saw this show on the CW channel, called Capture. It's kinda like the Hunger Games without blood, and with teams! i was so sad when one of my favorite teams got eliminated, though. Oh well, there's only one victor, right? (*cough* Katniss and Peeta *cough*)
Disclaimer: Thanks for reminding me that I don't own the Hunger Games. Aren't you just a little ray of sunshine?
I have an awful dream, but I can't open my mouth to scream, and the drugs are keeping me from waking up. My dead mother is there, telling me all about the wedding Marlin and Azula just had.
I can still see where she was caught in that fire almost five years ago. Half of her body is completely burned. I remember her running back into the house to grab the twins. She threw their crib out the window of our burning house, but she couldn't get out. It was a horrible night.
When I come to, I am in a white room with no doors. "Where am I?!" I scream. No one answers. The morphling has removed the pain from where Oliver stabbed my shoulder. I feel my shoulder. No sign that I was stabbed there at all. I run my hands across my cheek. A slight edge goes from my ears to my lips. My nose has a slight bump, but it's not noticeable. But I can't see anything. Everything is blurry. Why did Oliver have to injure my eyes? I need my eyes to see Marlin when I go home.
A panel in the wall opens and an old man in a lab coat steps in. He walks over to my bed and hold my eyes open as he puts a clear disk in. What is that? At once the thing attaches itself to my eye. He does the other eye. "A contact, so you can see. It stays on there forever now. No maintenance is needed," he says. I am mildly creeped out by this. It's just going to live like a bacteria on my eye?
He sits down in a chair that I didn't even see. "Good afternoon, Ms. Marino- "How long has it been since I won the games?" He looks taken aback by my bluntness, but recovers quickly. "I'm going to ask you a few questions to- "How long since I won?" I say through gritted teeth. "Two days." I nod and relax.
"Now, where was I? I'm going to ask you a few questions to determine your stability. What weapon killed the final tribute?" "It was a throwing axe. I don't see how this has anything to do with my sanity." He ignores me and asks the next question. "And what was his name?" "Oliver Quarry. You should know this, aren't you a Capitol citizen?"
He decides to not listen to anything but my answer to the questions. "Can you describe your dress and your hair from your tribute interview?" "Um, my hair was curly, and it had a tiny crown made of opals and pearls. And my dress was to the floor, white and pearly. It was strapless, with a black waist band. I want my wedding dress to look like that."
"One more question. What is the name of your fiancé?" I snort. "Shouldn't I be asking you that question? His name is Marlin, stupid." "You got a perfect score. We were a little worried when you fainted right after the games, but can see now that you're just fine."
"One more thing. Finnick told me Marlin would come and visit me in the Capitol if I won. Is he here?" "No, you will see him when you go back home." Rage fills me to the core. How dare Finnick lie to me?
"Then do me a favor, will you? Give my mentor dearest a message from me," I say calmly. "What's the message again?" he asks. "From the princess. To my mentor dearest, thanks for giving me a piece of crap for fake F****** MOTIVATION!" I yell, screaming the last two words at the top of my lungs.
"Hit her up!" whispers the doctor into a little microphone as he stands up and turns away from him. A cold liquid seeps into my arms as the he walks from the room. They must be monitoring me, I realize, as the morphling seeps from the needle into a vein on my arm. The world goes black.