Hijacked - The Hunger Games

Chapter 3|President Snow

"Sit down, Ms. Everdeen," he demands. I have to obey. "I think we both know why you are here. First the berries, now the arrow. Both acts of defiance. The berries may have been easily mistaken for an act of love, but that arrow with the Lightning, that will never be mistaken. Everybody knows that. A revolution has begun. However, if we all die out, what would be left? Nothing. That is why I need your help." Snow says.
"So, you are asking me to be your, your voice of reason?" I ask.
"Ms. Everdeen, you have understood everything but one small detail. I'm not asking." Shivers run down my spine. He is forcing me to do this.
"You are dismissed." Snow says, and I am escorted by guards, not to my old room, but a cell. A prison cell. They handcuff me to the wall, and leave me there.
A few hours later, a peace keeper stomps into the cell. He jerks me up by my hair, and I scream a at him.
"Let me go! Stop!" I keep screaming, but eventually give up.
He throws a sack over my head and leads me down some hallways, into some sort of room. I can see the floor form a small opening in the sack.
He places me in a seat and yanks the sack off my head.
Sitting in front of me is one person I was hoping never to see again.
Caesar Flickerman.
"Ah, Katniss. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance once again," he says, shaking my hand. He uses his slightly annoying but intriguing Capitol accent.
"You too," I half smile, shaking his hand back.
"So, I am going to interview you. This will be broadcasted all over Panem. Please, answer honestly and be yourself."
I nod, bracing myself.
A camera man comes into with a camera, and that's when Caesar starts to speak to the audience.
"I am sure we are all confused as to what happened in the 75th hunger games, third quarter quell, arena. When the arrow was fired, all of the screens went black. So here, to spread a little light on the subject, is the one and only, Katniss Everdeen."
After he tells the audience that. The camera turns to me. That's when Caesar Flickerman asks the first question to me.
"So, why did you fire that arrow in the arena, Miss Everdeen?"
"I did not know what I was getting myself into. I was thinking about Peeta, and Finnick, and Prim,"
I pause for a moment.
"And the real enemy," I mumble.
"The what?" Caesar asks.
"Nothing," I reply, and he surprisingly moves into the next question.
"There have been uprisings and strikes in several districts. What do you have to say about that?"
I think about this question. I think about what snow said. And I have to try and stop this war.
"Please, think for yourselves. Our numbers are already low, and if we kill each other, we will all die off eventually. Please, stop these uprisings. Stop these strikes. Stop this revolution. Stop this war. We need to make a change now, or else, who will be left?"
"Are you calling for a cease fire?" Caesar Flickerman asks.
"Yes. Yes I am," I sternly say. I can already feel the hate I am probably getting from the districts. They do not want to stop the war. They are the ones who started it in the first place. The ones that want to keep it going.
"Thank you Panem. This was our special guest, Katniss Everdeen. Good night," Caesar says, and everybody starts to leave.
I am thrown in yet another sack, and I am roughly put back in my cell. This time, they strap my stomach to the ground. Instead of regular straps, they use straps with excruciatingly painful spikes.
When they throw the strap around my waist, I wince in pain. My abdomen starts bleeding.
That's when they start asking questions.
"We are going to ask some questions, and if you fail to answer, we will make your straps tighter. So you better listen. There was a rebel plan all along. Were you part of it? And if so, who was involved? How long did it last?"
I shake my head, indicating that I was not part of the rebel plan and had no idea about anything else, but they just make the straps tighter. I can feel the blood trickle down my stomach and onto my legs.
"Miss Everdeen, tell us what you know, in words, or else."
I smirk. "Or else what?"
This makes them mad. Very mad.
"Or else, you will feel the worst pain you have ever felt in your life. This is why you answer our questions, Miss Everdeen."
He takes out a big whip, and slashes it right across my face. He unstraps me, rolls me on my back, straps me up once again, and leaves slash marks on my back. He was right. I am feeling the worst pain I have ever felt.
"Peeta! Peeta!" I scream, knowing he will always protect me, but he isn't here. He is thousands of miles away from here, probably screaming my name as well. In his nightmares.
"We are sincerely sorry Miss Everdeen. Unfortunately, there is no Peeta to protect your sorry little butt now. Just you. And it seems you are too weak to do it without help."
Sorry for not updating! I have been so busy lately and have not had the chance. I broke my ankle, so that was a big bummer. I am now unable to play basketball. I need your prayers! Thank you!
~ Lauren