Her Victory, Their Life| F. Odair

18. Propoganda

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING! KATNISS DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING!" Emory threw her head back against the bed. She was becoming quite familiar with Peeta's screams. It had been about a month and it was either him or Johanna screaming.

When it first happened. She shakingly got out of bed and beat on the door until her fingers bled. She still had the bruises on her knuckles. Every night they drugged her before she went to sleep and when she woke up in the middle of the night, they played the same video over and over and over again. She swore she was going insane. It's like her mind was ripping itself in half.

"My name is Emporia Falkum, I am from District 5, I am the victor of the 66th Hunger Games," she muttered again. She hit her head on the back of the wall.

The door opened and Emory was confused. They didn't open the door unless it was meal time or for her drugs. The door opened completely and Enobaria walked in a white dress, holding another one.

"Hello, Emory," she smiled at the girl in the bed. Emory gave a small smile back.

"Why aren't you in a bed?" Emory asked her and Enobaria looked down.

"Because I wasn't friends with rebels, they want to make sure that you never go back to them."

Emory narrowed her eyes, "they killed my family, probably my husband as well." Enobaria nodded and walked closer to her and sat on the bed.

"We're filming a video," Enobaria said, grabbing Emory's hand. "Us and soon Johanna will join when she makes more progress."

Emory looked at her confused, "how long have we been here?"

"About 2 months," Enobaria answered and Emory looked confused again.

"But– I only remember the last month." Enobaria squeezed her hand tighter.

"You were in and out the first month. You weren't very cooperative. Kept saying you were married to Finnick. That you were supposed to cut out Johanna's tracker and she yours then escape together. That you were leaving with Plutarch. Snow set you straight," Baria promised before getting up. "Now, let's get you dressed."

Emory laughed and threw off her blanket. "Just think," Enobaria told her as she grabbed her hands. "You'll get more freedom, you could see Johanna and Peeta, maybe go back to 5 if you wanted."

~

They arrived in a filming room. There was a camera and a bunch of people. Three ran up to Enobaria and Emory and started working on putting more makeup on them.

"Good to see you awake, Miss Falkum," Snow smiled.

"It's good to be here, sir," she smiled back at her president. He got up from getting his makeup done and got in the white chair that was sat in front of the camera.

"Perfect, now can we get the girls on either side of him, looking into the distance?" The director asked. Both nodded and got into place beside him. "And action!"

Snow started speaking, "Since the dark days, our great nation has known only peace. Ours is an elegant system conceived to nourish and protect. Your Districts are the body, the Capitol is the beating heart. Your hard work feed us and in return we feed and protect you and if you resist the system, you starve yourself. If you fight against it, it is you who will bleed, I know you will stand with me, with us, with all of us. Together. As one. Panem today, Panem tomorrow, Panem forever." The helpers directed them to look at the camera and they did.

Enobaria and Emory started speaking together with large smiles, "Panem today, Panem tomorrow, Panem forever."

~

Finnick shook his head, watching the propo, "That's not her." They looked at him confused. "That looks and sounds like her, but it's not, she would do that!"

"She's being coerced," Beetee said. "Perhaps threatening her with Johanna or they made her think that they had you."

Finnick sighed, running his hands over his face. He got mad and took something, throwing it against the wall as he yelled.