[Johanna, and she will do anything to get free, she will chew her own fucking arm off if it means getting free, they won't fix her this time but it won't matter, there's no one that's going to save her. Johanna Mason of District 7, and Victor of the 71st Hunger Games!, and the sizzle and hum fades into the applause, thunderous--the lights are white bright and hot and she's crying, her teeth grinding together, savage, Johanna--
When she feels the brush at her arm she thinks wire, she thinks more, another wire and another lance of electricity. No, it's wordless, but it's in her shriek, and she surges against the bonds that hold her back.
She should know that it's a dream when her arm breaks free. Tearing backwards out of sleep, jerked half away, still caught in the terror of the nightmare--and when she raises her arm to get away from the wire it comes up, and she doesn't register that the brushed touch was Kate's hand, arm, bumped against her, she registers only escape, she will kill them with her bare hands, one handed, she has to. Blind with terror, still half in her dream, she strikes out, hard--]
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When she feels the brush at her arm she thinks wire, she thinks more, another wire and another lance of electricity. No, it's wordless, but it's in her shriek, and she surges against the bonds that hold her back.
She should know that it's a dream when her arm breaks free. Tearing backwards out of sleep, jerked half away, still caught in the terror of the nightmare--and when she raises her arm to get away from the wire it comes up, and she doesn't register that the brushed touch was Kate's hand, arm, bumped against her, she registers only escape, she will kill them with her bare hands, one handed, she has to. Blind with terror, still half in her dream, she strikes out, hard--]