I wake up in a cold, dank cell. Dim fluorescent bulbs light the room and the hall outside the bars. Across the hall, I hear a voice. It's vaguely familiar.
"Rise and shine, brainless." Johanna. The thought is comforting in a strange way.
"Where are we?" I ask her.
"In the Capitol. Since you warned Thirteen about the bombing, they locked all of us down here and your torture is lined up for . . . ten minutes from now," she says. "Thanks for getting us in trouble."
The memory slowly makes its way into my head. I'd been fooled into acting like the Capitol's pawn, and I warned District 13 about the bombing, knowing that Peeta was there, somewhere. The district had figured out how to hack into the broadcasting system and we were thrown into turmoil. Then Snow had them black it out, and I only remember pain and red.
It must take ten minutes to relive this, because the clang of a lock being thrown on the stone floor makes me start. A bulky guard drags me to my feet and locks handcuffs around my wrists. Then he pulls me out of the cell. As we walk by Johanna's cell, I can see her smile sympathetically at me.
We enter a white room, and the bright lights hurt my eyes. A screen is mounted on one wall, and there is a hospital bed facing the screen. The man shoves me down onto the bed and straps me on. A doctor walks in, holding a wickedly large needle filled with clear liquid. He stabs it into the crease of my elbow as I squeeze my eyes closed, and I feel a familiar sensation that I associate with my first Hunger Games.
I hear a noise coming from the screen and open my eyes. The screen shows Peeta and five others. It is a clip from my first Games. The clear liquid must be making me hallucinate, because all of a sudden, images of my loved ones dying cloud my brain. The doctor must see the desperate look on my face because he puts something on my forehead, and all I see and hear is the film. The children were trying to kill me, and so was Peeta. Then the scene changes. I see myself laying on the ground with a bow in my hands. Peeta jumps through the bushes with a spear. Then, a picture of Peeta with a gun shows up. I am there too. Strange, I don't remember this. Peeta aims the gun at me. The screen goes black and I realize that Peeta does not want to help me. I should not have saved him last night. Peeta is not my lover. Peeta is my enemy.
"Rise and shine, brainless." Johanna. The thought is comforting in a strange way.
"Where are we?" I ask her.
"In the Capitol. Since you warned Thirteen about the bombing, they locked all of us down here and your torture is lined up for . . . ten minutes from now," she says. "Thanks for getting us in trouble."
The memory slowly makes its way into my head. I'd been fooled into acting like the Capitol's pawn, and I warned District 13 about the bombing, knowing that Peeta was there, somewhere. The district had figured out how to hack into the broadcasting system and we were thrown into turmoil. Then Snow had them black it out, and I only remember pain and red.
It must take ten minutes to relive this, because the clang of a lock being thrown on the stone floor makes me start. A bulky guard drags me to my feet and locks handcuffs around my wrists. Then he pulls me out of the cell. As we walk by Johanna's cell, I can see her smile sympathetically at me.
We enter a white room, and the bright lights hurt my eyes. A screen is mounted on one wall, and there is a hospital bed facing the screen. The man shoves me down onto the bed and straps me on. A doctor walks in, holding a wickedly large needle filled with clear liquid. He stabs it into the crease of my elbow as I squeeze my eyes closed, and I feel a familiar sensation that I associate with my first Hunger Games.
I hear a noise coming from the screen and open my eyes. The screen shows Peeta and five others. It is a clip from my first Games. The clear liquid must be making me hallucinate, because all of a sudden, images of my loved ones dying cloud my brain. The doctor must see the desperate look on my face because he puts something on my forehead, and all I see and hear is the film. The children were trying to kill me, and so was Peeta. Then the scene changes. I see myself laying on the ground with a bow in my hands. Peeta jumps through the bushes with a spear. Then, a picture of Peeta with a gun shows up. I am there too. Strange, I don't remember this. Peeta aims the gun at me. The screen goes black and I realize that Peeta does not want to help me. I should not have saved him last night. Peeta is not my lover. Peeta is my enemy.
