Hijacked - The Hunger Games

Chapter 2|The Capitol

When I wake up, I'm immediately blinded by bright white lights. I shield my eyes with my hands, surprised by my capability to move.
I look at my flawless body. No scars, no bruises, no hair.
I must be in the Capitol.
I am strapped down to my bed, and I try to break through the restraints.
Once I start to regain a little bit more vision, I see that I am not alone.
Finnick Odair lies right beside me, staring at my eyes and searching through my soul. I have always felt he is sort of a brother to me.
Finnick Odair.
Ally. Friend. Enemy. Secret. Swimmer. Sugar cube. Brother.
I'll add it to the list of words I use to try and figure him out.
I look around a little more and see Beetee. We are all dressed in only undergarments, but I could care less right now.
The only thing I can think of is, where are the others?
Johanna? Peeta? Enobaria? Where are they?
A Capitol assistant comes in to bring me a tray of food.
On it lies an apple, and some soup.
That's all?
That does not seem like so much, for the Capitol anyway.
"Peeta? Johanna?" Finnick asks.
I just shake my head, and start on my soup.
It's not as good as regular Capitol soup, but it's alright.
I do not eat all of the soup, however, because I filled up on oysters at the beach in the quell.
The quell.
Another holder of my nightmares. Another place that will make my sleep a place of horror. Another thing that will ruin my only state of peace.

I remember the nightmares I've had here.

Before the 74th games. The fear of being killed in that arena.

Before the 75th hunger games, the 3rd quell. The anger I felt towards the Capitol. That they had put us victors back in the place of our nightmares. The place we all hate the most.

The arena.

Now I'm having nightmares, more like flashbacks, of the two arenas that I suffered from.
A Capitol worker comes in, yelling " Party's over!"
Three men in black suits come up from behind me, Finnick, and Beetee, and shove sacks over our heads.
The man that picked me up three me over his shoulder, not being careful what happens to me.

What is happening?

I certainly do not remember this happening last time, or any time somebody won the hunger games.

I can tell we are going down stairs, just by the bumpiness. The man's bone drives into my stomach, and I groan.
"Shut up, prisoner," The man says, in a deep, husky voice.

It gives me shivers that will never be likely to go away.

Prisoner?

I that what I am now?

What will they do to me?

These are the only clear thoughts I can form in my head.

That's when the man falls, dropping me down the stairs.

I scream at the pain of the thuds, as I tumble down each stair, one by one, pain coming every time I come in contact with the stairs.

That's when the man lands right on top of me, making me gasp for air.

This guy must weigh at least 275 pounds. He is not obese, but his muscles are just huge.

"I'm fine!" He yells.
"I have got a cushion! This is certainly the softest prisoner I have ever landed on, after falling down the stairs," he says, in a perky, annoying, Capitol accent.

They throw me into a room, not caring where in the world I land.

I try to get up, but the pain makes it almost impossible. The man easily picks me up, but makes sure to dig his nails extra deeply into my skin.

The sack is lifted off of my head, and I realize I am alone in the room, with one person.

The guards have left. I don't know what he is going to do with me.
He.
The man that gave me these nightmares in the first place.
The reason they will never go away.
The most likely reason that Peeta is not here, with me.
The snake that kills with poison.
"President Snow," I say, "What an honor."