𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 ༄ 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗋

chapter thirty two

- MUST YOU HAUNT MY MEMORY? -

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     NADIA'S EXPERIENCED MANY rude awakenings. From nightmares that'd snap her awake in a cold sweat, to watching people die at the hands of Snow thus shining a light on how evil this world truly was.

     Air turbulence, however, had potential to be the roughest.

     Her hand slapped against the wall to steady herself after being jerked awake, her brows pinched together in confusion.

     Taking in her surroundings, Nadia quickly came to the conclusion that she was being held in the cargo hold of a Capitol aircraft.

     She recognized the designs of the interior, the same she saw when she was transported to the arena. And the same she saw when she was picked up after being announced the victor of the sixty-seventh Hunger Games.

     She stood up on wobbly legs, her arm coming out to hold herself against the wall again so she wouldn't fall after another violent wind hit the aircraft.

Her eyes searched the area carefully, suspiciously. She appeared to be alone, and upon further inspection, she was surrounded by a vast array of weaponry from knives and spears to guns and even bombs.

The atmosphere was uneasy at the very least and the uncertainty of what exactly was going to happen to her led her to the black case labeled; 'knives'.

She hadn't realized how much strength she lost as something as simple as opening a box proved shockingly difficult. The lack of food and other nutrients was taking its toll, making her feel as though she was floating along in a dream.

No sooner did she have a knife in her hand did she hear footsteps approaching from outside the door. She felt taunted, holding her knife up in defense not caring who it was only knowing they probably posed a threat.

     However, no matter how hard she fought, her strength wasn't anywhere near the level she needed to defend herself properly. She knew hiding was her best bet, so she hid.

     There were large totes and containers strewn just about everywhere, Nadia silently thanking whoever the messy packer was. Now she had a place to hide.

     Albeit, whoever covered her mouth and forced her unconscious probably put her here. There were pros and cons, this enemy oddly enough supplied her with knives, but unfortunately not an escape route.

     She gasped and nearly slipped in her speedy task of hiding behind one of the stacks of containers, a couple muffled voices coming into earshot.

     Nadia's chest was thumping, louder and more deafening with each passing second and with every new idea at who her capturer was.

     She slapped her own forehead in an attempt to clear her mind at least a little, the woman always seeming to think that slapping things out of her would actually work. It hardly ever did.

     She couldn't think of any logic behind a friendly ally masking her face with some drugged cloth, her nose tingling in remembrance of the horrid scent.

     She held the knife tighter against her chest as the door across the room opened, and two separate sets of footsteps walked inside.

     No one spoke, no one called for her or sounded the least bit concerned that their hostage was missing from where they left her. They didn't make a peep.

     Her eyes fell closed and instead of gripping her knife and readying for a fight she knew she wouldn't win, she breathed in and out for a long moment and let the blade hover above her heart. If she saw one Peacekeeper or a Capitol soldier, she'd rather die than continue to be put through utter agony.