Cinna's Fate Re-Told

Cinna's Fate Re-Told Part 2

There was a single window in the tiny cell. It had five steel bars on it, preventing my escape. But behind the window was another empty cell, so not even a single shred of light entered my cell.

I had no idea how long I had been in that cell. I slept when I was tired and woke up whenever, since there was no light I had no indication to when day began and ended. I was never disturbed. I was fed a tiny amount, but I was fed what must have been every three days at least. There was a tiny vent on the roof, only big enough to fit a hand. Through the vent, cold air slowly seeped into the cell. The cell was so black, cold and it was completely empty.

This was worse than death. They were only barely keeping me alive. There was barely any air and I was only fed a tiny bit two times a week. Some nights I woke up gasping for air, other nights I woke up feeling dry inside and malnourished. I had never experienced such pain.

At one point a man came into the cell behind mine. He was sweeping and brushing cobwebs out of the corners. I saw the light from the hallway come through the cell, through the window and into my cell. I jumped up and blinked when the light struck my eyes.

“Hey! Hey!” I called out. I tapped on the glass window. The man turned to see me. He didn’t looked surprised to see me, he actually looked like he recognised me.  He shut the cell door and pulled out a flash light and a key. He walked to the window and unlocked the window. I grasped the bars and pulled myself closer to the window.

“Cinna. I’m not surprised to see you here.” He said, his tone was miserable.

“Why? Why are you not surprised? Did you know Snow wouldn’t kill me?” I asked him. My voice was hoarse from not using it for such a long time.

“This is where they take the worst rebels. Anyone who has tried to overthrow the Capitol in ways that can’t be forgiven is taken here.” The man said.

“How many people are here? Which people are here?” I asked him quickly.

“Not many people, about thirty five.” He said then he paused. “There were more but they died.” He took another long pause.

“During the Dark Days, so many people were killed. But fifty three people went missing, they just disappeared. No one knew what happened to them. Well, they were taken here.”

“But which people? Who were the worst?” I asked the man.

“Did you know…that the major of thirteen was declared dead but in fact he was missing along with the others. He was here…he was one of the worst…” I stepped back from the window and tried to breathe. I was here along with the former major of 13? I was one of the worst rebels. What will happen to Katniss if the Captiol ever captures her?

“Is he still here?” I asked the man.

“Yes…cell twenty two. He is still alive…just.” The man said, his voice was incredibly soft. I realised how odd it was that he was telling me all of this. A Captiol worked would never tell me all of this, he would have killed me first.

“Why are you even telling me this? Is this not against the rules for you to talk to me?”

“Yes, but I’m a double agent…I’m a rebel like you. But I work inside the Captiol as a janitor for these cells. Plutarch has given me the job to get you out safely. I only found out you were here last night, another reason I wasn’t surprised to find you. But I did think you might be dead.” The man told me.

“What’s your name? Please tell me.” I begged him.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you my name. I have been instructed to not tell anyone, especially you, my name. For security reasons of course.” He told me. “I have to go, but I know where you are now. I’m going to get you out.”

“Don’t go!” I pleaded.

“I’m sorry.” He said, locked the window and quickly escaped the tiny cell opposite mine.