In Mockingjay, Peeta gets hijacked. We all know the pain Katniss went through, not knowing if Peeta was alive or dead, because of her. Now, we see what would happen if Peeta had been rescued from the Quarter Quell arena, instead of Katniss.
"Katniss! Katniss!" I shout, stumbling through the undergrowth of the jungle. "Katniss!"
"Peeta!"
Katniss. That was Katniss. She's alive! But Brutus and Chaff are not. I killed Brutus. I must have scared her half to death. What if she thought I had died when the cannons went off?
"Katniss! Katniss, I'm coming!" I shout, even louder this time.
When no reply comes, I fear the worst. What if she's been attacked, because I gave out her position? "Peeta!"
"Katniss!" I call out. I hear a scream, a scream that is most likely Katniss's. I strain my ears, waiting for the cannon shot, but it never comes. Instead, I'm blown off my feet, while the world around me goes up in flames.
I must be dead. Yes, I'm dead. Katniss is too. Maybe Finnick or Johanna won the Quarter Quell. Either way, it doesn't matter to me. After all, I am dead.
I open my eyes. How can that be? I'm dead, so how can I open my eyes?
I feel something get attached to my arm. "Shh, shh, Peeta, you're ok," a soothing voice says, stroking my hair. Is it Katniss?
Maybe. But Katniss is probably dead, even if I'm alive. I'll kill myself if she's dead. Like I said on the beach, no one needs me. And if Katniss is gone, it's true.
I attempt to sit up, but I'm pushed back down. There's a small belt binding me to the table. I must be in the Capitol. There's no other reason I would be trapped on a table.
A pain leaves my ribs, echoing out to the rest of my body. They're torturing me! Before I can fight back, I feel something sharp enter my neck. Everything goes black.
I wake up, still believing I'm being tortured by the Capitol. But I'm not. The belt around my waist is gone, which is a good sign.
I stand up, out of bed. Across from me is Beetee, who is still out cold. I walk out of room, bent on finding Katniss.
But I don't find Katniss. Instead, I find Haymitch, Finnick, and Plutarch Heavensbee.
"Welcome back, Peeta," Haymitch says. "Where is she?" I say, almost forcefully. "Where is who?" Plutarch asks, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
"You know who I'm talking about," I reply.
They stare at me blankly, but Finnick gives me a knowing glance. "They took Annie, too," he says. Annie Cresta, his lover. Was she taken by the Capitol, too?
"Where is Katniss? I need to see her," I say, keeping my composure.
"K- Katniss?" Plutarch asks, sweating more.
"Yes, Katniss," I say, my anger rising.
"Oh, she's fine."
"Where!?" I demand.
"The Capitol got her. They got Annie, too," Finnick says, before breaking out in tears.
"The- the Capitol got her?" I ask, feeling light-headed.
"Yes," Finnick replies.
I don't think I can go on. This is worse than she being dead. If she were dead, then she would no longer come in harm's way. Now, she's as good as dead, but not quite. She's going to be tortured, for information she doesn't have.
This alone makes me faint.