Forever In The Games- Book 3 ON HOLD

Chapter Four

"Goodnight Lucinda" He smirks, and turns around "I'll see you soon"

I try to open my eyes, but I can't. I can't help but imagine what would have happened if I told him to wait. If I had told him not to leave, or ask him another question. Maybe I would have a better image to remember him by.

Possibly.

But he isn't here. He isn't here to protect me from the horror that my life has become, he can't stop anyone from hurting me, or touching me when I don't want to be touched. I really wouldn't have lived without him.

Or maybe I'm just being modest.

His job was to protect me. He hasn't. I'm here. In the Capitol. He's not. He's not here, to hold and protect me; and I hate him for it. I hate that I don't know where he is. I hate the fact that I might have to fight against him if I find he's still working for Snow.

I remember how much I hated the thought of having someone to protect me, watching my every move. But I didn't think of the positives; I had him to watch my back if I was ever in danger- Just like he did in his first act to protect me, preventing the starving District Twelve civilians from taking me. I had him to save me from harm- Just like he did when Snow decided to burn the hob, and send peacekeepers in to hurt us. He was on my side- Just like he was when he stood up for me in front of Snow. Just like he did when he saved me from drowning in the Cold Pool.

Now I think about it... I would be dead if it weren't for him.

We're better together. I can't live without Soldier Alexander.

And I CAN NOT let the Capitol take my memories of him away.

"So, you absolutely can't remember who this man is?" The healer asks again, forcing my thoughts to collapse. I shake my head, and he nods pleasingly "Good" He writes something down on the paper, and sticks it up next to all of the other faces I can't remember

'Plutarch Heavensbee. Capitol. Traitor. Alive'

"Good" He grunts, holding up another syringe "Let's see about this one"

My eyes roll to the back of my head, as he sticks the needle in my arm, the same spot he's put the others. I can't even feel it anymore, I've had so many injections I feel like I'm immune to the feeling of needles.

Many memories run through my mind. Fire, my eagle pendant, mockingjays, the cornucopia, district twelve- that''s when they slow down, as though someone's paying very close attention, and swiping them past as though it's useless- the reaping, my mother, Prim, Katniss, Peeta, Effie-

That's when they come to a complete stand still. Effie's face stares at me for a full minute, and then it fades slowly, only to be replaced by more memories we share. After I'd returned from my first games, the shock and dismay in her face, preparing me for my first victory tour, her laugh and smile, how much she actually did enjoy Haymitch's company even if she did deny it.

We were a family. Another injection plunges into my veins, and the memories disappear.

Now, I see me, Haymitch and another woman in weird and colourful clothes, laughing at something apparently very amusing. Haymitch holds me tight, and the other woman has her hand on my arm, her touch almost doesn't feel real, simply a chill that sends a shiver down my spine.

Then darkness. Absolutely nothing.

Electricity shooting through me jolts my body, forcing me to awaken. I pant loudly, and try to regain focus.

"Who's this?" The man holds up a picture of a woman. The same woman in my thoughts, the one who wears the weird clothes and wigs. Her face reminds me of someone, I do know this woman.