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~ 3.13 ~

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'My throat's torn raw from all my screams.
But no one can hear me.
In the dark it seems I lose my dignity.
Between the pain and tears.
There's only fear.'
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Blood dripped down the polished blade of the sword. A sweaty hand gripped the hilt of the sword tighter as the dark figure held it protectively in front of him. Enemies could jump out of anywhere and the blue eyes darting around him showed that the man was on high alert.

Red lights flared from the ceiling, illuminating the path he had to trek.

Perspiration ran down his forehead and his dark shirt began sticking to him under the heat of the protective gear.

After being informed by a terrified Peacekeeper that some of the prisoners were being imprisoned down here, the rebel had thanked him by running the soldier through and leaving him for dead.

Laboured breathing was the only sound as Cato snuck down the darkened corridors. Blood rushed in his ears as his heartbeat pounded erratically. Gale was panting slightly from a bullet wound he had got to the shoulder but whilst pale and slightly weak, he refused to return to the jet without finding Indiana and Peeta. Cato had to admire his determination and spirit. Despite his own love for Katniss, he was willing to sacrifice his own life to ensure her happiness. Even if it was with another man. Cato doubted he would have the strength to do that with Indiana.

Unfortunately, the two men came to a split in the corridor and nodding solemnly to each other, they agreed to split up. Ensuring they had enough ammunition, the two parted ways was Cato took the left corridor and Gale wandered down the right. Neither of them looked back.

Taking a courageous breath, Cato took one step after another, eyes alert and feet kicking open doors. Pausing just before a turn, footsteps alerted him to the presence of another human coming his way. Listening intently, the feet seemed in a hurry and so when Cato held out his arm, the figure bounced straight into it and tumbled backwards. The white armour and helmet shrouding the face warned Cato that it was yet another Peacekeeper.

Simultaneously, both men raised their weapons and sword and gun met as they stared at each other. All Cato saw was another spineless soldier running around like a scared dog. This one was either attempting to run from the rebels (as the last one had) or was rushing off to sound an alarm. Either way, Cato was going to get the answers he so desperately sought.

"She's not down there." The gruff, muffled voice of the Peacekeeper spoke before Cato could open his mouth.

Confusion crossed Cato's hard features before he realised that the Peacekeeper had obviously seen the Games and knew exactly whom Cato was searching for. However, this also meant that this specific Peacekeeper knew exactly where his fiancée was being kept. Hope flared in his chest but he quenched it as he kicked the gun out of the Peacekeeper's hand and pressed his sword against the man's neck.