FAILURE TO COMPLY ┃ f. odair

4.1 bruised and broken

Katniss Everdeen was angry with Calypso Silva. Once within the safety of District Thirteen's hidden bunker, she'd found out all about the rebel plan and Calypso's involvement. She was angry at her and Finnick and Johanna and Beetee. But most of all she was angry at herself for letting Peeta out of her sight in that arena. No matter how much Haymitch insisted Silva had intended on getting him out, that they'd nearly had them, it didn't change the fact that both of them were now prisoners of a coming war.

The walls of Thirteen's hospital were all the same shade of brownish grey lit with ugly yellow lights save for the isolated rooms. She found the fluorescent glow of one as she followed the sound of quiet crying where her ally now sat, a rope wrapped around his trembling fingers like it was the only precious thing he had left.

"Finnick," she said, unable to hide the anger in her voice. It near enough faded the second he turned his head to look at her. The brokenness on his face was a mirror to how she felt herself. The cries stopped. Or, at least, they became silent.

"I wanted to go back for them," he said. The eye contact lasted only a second before his guilt kicked in. "But I couldn't move. I was supposed to take Peeta's tracker out, but when he ran, Calypso went."

A single second of silence. Finnick thought back to that moment and how it could've gone different. If he would've chased Peeta, it wouldn't have changed much for anyone but them. Peeta would still be caught, but at least Calypso would've been safe in the damn bunker having this conversation with Katniss in his place. Finnick squeezed the rope tightly.

"All she did to get us out and she got caught anyway," he continued, the words almost getting stuck in his throat. Was this how she always felt when she couldn't speak? "I wish she was dead. I wish they were all dead and we were too."

What was Katniss supposed to say? She was angry at them all and herself, but they were all as helpless as each other now. As helpless and as hopeless. Finnick had lost the person he loved too. If it weren't for the likes of Annie and Monica keeping him company, she was sure he would've killed himself already.

If it weren't for her family, she would've done the same.

-

After all the blood and gore she'd seen, all the dirt and grime she'd endured, Calypso should've been happy to see such clean white walls. She stared silently at them long enough that her vision began to swirl with faint illusory colours. It was a safe bet to pretend like she was still asleep, that she was not yet ready to be tortured. Who would be?

Unfortunately, her concern for her screaming friend trumped the endless anxiety she felt. They'd started ten minutes ago and hadn't ended until seconds ago. There were a few moments when all she could hear was Peeta's breathing in the cell next to her, where she could not see him, and then the sound of a limp body being dragged back into their confined area.

Calypso waited for the doors to click again, signifying their captors had left. She turned over on her thin mattress to check on the other woman, but Johanna was not Johanna. With her face hidden in the crook of her arms and a new lack of hair on her head, she could've been mistaken for anyone else.

"Jo-" she said, voice faltering. Johanna trembled and sobbed, refusing to show her face. Calypso pressed a hand to the glass door of her cell. "Jo."

Still, no response. It had been the same thing for days, for the most part. With Johanna, at least. She'd shown weakness and suffered for it. It was not true that she couldn't be hurt. She was hurt every time they pulled her from the cell, or Calypso or even Peeta.