▎𝗪𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗡 ▎ ━━ 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙞𝙞 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙙 023. | AGAINST THE ODDS
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍, a piercing ache burned in her head—tearing her brain strings apart. Her eyes scanned around, and the scenery was familiar. Not in a good way. Realisation hit her like a torrential storm, landing on her fragile skin till flesh fell open. There were ropes and blades on the counter, she was sitting on an uncomfortable, steel chair where she could not move—body feeling numb.
Suffocating, she felt clustered. It was the room where her injuries were treated after her games. The last time she opened her eyes in this room, she was surrounded by people she loved. She had Finnick looking down at her. This time... she had no one. Danger awaits, she knew. She only wondered about Jade and her family—whether they got on that plane securely.
For a moment, she stopped worrying about her doomed fate and focused on the ear-piercing scream coming from outside. A scream that cracked her heart in two. She didn't recognise it at first but trying her best to block out the ache from ringing in her head resulted in her effective senses.
She heard footsteps, the scream grew louder. "Peeta?" She questioned in a whisper, talking to herself.
The door fell open and the fragile body of Peeta Mellark landed on the floor harshly with a thud, the door closing once again behind her instantly.
"Peeta, oh my god, Peeta!" She gasped at his state. Scarlet fell to her knees, bringing a sobbing Peeta to his chest as he quickly relaxed into her warm touch. He held onto her as though it was the safest place at the moment—as though it was the first bit of comfort he felt after years of battle.
Scarlet held onto him tightly, arms wrapped around his neck smoothly as she muttered words to both him and herself. "It's okay, Peeta, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here." She repeated.
"It's not, it's not okay." He sobbed, pulling away to wipe away the stream of tears falling. Scarlet finally took a clear look at him, small cuts littering all over his neck, dark under eyes, cheeks bruised like violets. She ran her freezing fingertips over the purple blotches, making him hiss.
Scarlet reached for him again—immediately regretting her sharp and quick moves as he flinched hard. "Sorry." She muttered quickly, reminding herself to take action slowly—it proved to be hard for a woman like her.
"I thought you were saved."
Squeezing her eyes shut, "I was," She said, "Then we went out to get my sister and... they got me." Her mind was still utterly confused about how it could have happened. Almost like someone tipped them off. Stop, that's not possible.
