Hijacked - The Hunger Games

Chapter 5|Finnick

I wake up in a different cell. This one has torture devices lining the walls. I look to my left, and I see syringes, needles, machines, and mechanisms I can't even explain. I look to my right, and I see something, no, someone I never would have thought would be here.
Finnick.
He is behind bars, facing me. He has whip lashes, bruises, and scars all over his body.
He has blood coming out of his mouth.
I crawl over to him with all my might. His name barely escapes my mouth.
"Finnick," I choke out.
He looks up at me, with black eyes.
I remember in the arena when we made fun of him because he didn't look pretty. It was because the medicine that helped us with our fog burns.
Now, it is no joke. No medicine caused this. Torture did.
I have just realized how close I am to Finnick. I have just realized how much I need Peeta. I have just realized how alike Johanna and I are. I have to escape this horrid place.
"Katniss," he mumbles as he extends his hand towards mine.
I take it, and grip onto it tightly. Every once in a while he'll squeeze it really hard. It must help him with the pain.
I now realize why we are in cells like this.
They want us to watch each other being torchered, while we are helpless.
As if one cue, two men barge into each of our cells.
One grabs me, and one grabs Finnick.
They tie us each to a post, facing each other.
"What do you all know about the rebel plan," one man hisses.
I shake my head, and Finnick stays silent.
We both earn one lash.
We both cry out in pain.
"I'll give you one last chance. What do you all know about the rebel plan?" He hisses once again.
"We knew nothing," I mumble loud enough for them to hear me.
"That's no answer." The man says. This can't be good.
They whip us again. And again, and again. They won't stop.
By this time, we are both letting out bloodcurdling screams. My throat is throbbing from the pain.
That's when another man steps into the room. "Times up. Let them go."
My hands are untied from the post, and I fall to the floor, losing vision.
I can see the bars lift between Finnick and I, and I use my last bit of energy to make it over to him.
I get there, and we squeeze each other's hands. We are both sobbing. Why us? Not that I'd want it to be Peeta and Johanna, because I'd probably committed suicide by now if it was, but why? I had no idea there was a larger plan behind all of this. I had no idea what Plutarch Heavensbee was up to. I had no idea that the rebels were planning on taking all of us out of that arena alive.
I start to think about Prim and my Mother. They are probably back home in twelve, safe. But they are not safe.
They are not safe from depression of losing me.
They are not safe from the dangers of Panem.
They are not safe from the Capitol.
And that's when I see the screen flash on. I see a friend, lover, victor, enemy, fiancé, target, neighbor, tribute, ally.
I this strangers ashy blonde hair. I see a man's incredible blues eyes.
I see the one and only Peeta Mellark.