What would happen if Katniss was captured by the Capital instead of Peeta, and unlike Peetas memories which were altered. Katniss's memories were changed completely to thinking she is someone else. Peetas POV and maybe Katniss's.
Prologue
Peetas POV
When I wake up, I see there is nothing restraining me which is odd as I'm a prisoner of the capital. I sit up, and try and figure out where I am exactly. I'm alone theirs two beds in this room one across from me which looks like it's been in use recently, where's Katniss and the others. I knew I should have never let Katniss out of my site, last thing I remember is killing Brutus then calling for her. I need to find her make sure she lives.
I'm wearing a thin nightgown, I run down a hallway to a metal door I freeze outside not knowing what is in there. I listen to the voices inside.
"Communications are down in Seven, Ten and Twelve. But Eleven has control of transportation now, so there's at least a hope of them getting some food out"
Plutarch Heavensbee. The Head Gamemaker, this must be were the Gamemakers are.
"No, I'm sorry. There's no way I can get you to Seven. But I can give special orders for retrieval if there's anyone you want possible. It's the best I can do, Johanna."
Johanna Mason. Why is Johanna Mason with Plutarch Heavensbee? Was she working with the Capital? She mumbles something with despair.
"Don't be stupid. That's the worst thing you could do. Get yourself killed for sure," says Haymitch.
Haymitch! I bang through the door, and walk in the room with my hands in fists. Haymitch, Plutarch and a very moody Johanna sit around a table laid with a meal only Johanna is eating. Daylight streams in the curved windows, and in the distance I see the top of a forest of trees which reminds me of Katniss. We're flying.
"Well if it isn't sleeping beauty" says Haymitch, the annoyance clear in his voice. He looks at me hands and grabs my wrists "release" he says, I feel pressure increase on my wrists until my hands are forced to open. He settles me in a chair next to Johanna.
Plutarch puts a bowl of broth in front of me, and a roll. He also slips a spoon into my hand. "Eat," he says in a much kinder voice than Haymitch used.
Haymitch sits directly in front of me "Peeta, I'm going to explain what happened. I don't want you to ask any questions until I'm through. Do you understand?"
I nod numbly. And this is what he tells me.
There was a plan to break us out of the arena from the moment the Quell was announced. The victor tributes from 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 and 11 had varying degrees of knowledge about it. Plutarch Heavensbee has been, for several years, part of an undercover group aiming to overthrow the Capital. He made sure the wire was among the weapons. Beetee was in charge of blowing a hole in the force field. The bread we received in the arena was a code for the time of the rescue. The district where the bread originated indicated the day. Three. The number of rolls the hour. Twenty-four. The hovercraft belongs to District 13. Katniss was right about its existence and its defence capabilities. We are currently on a very roundabout journey to District 13. Meanwhile, most of the districts in Panem are in full-scale rebellion.
Haymitch stops to see if I am following. Or maybe he is done for the moment.
It's an awful lot to take in, this elaborate plan in which I was a piece, just as I was meant to be a piece in the Hunger Games, I knew I was being played with.
My supposed friends have been a lot more secretive.
"You didn't tell me, Katniss even found out you made us believe it was a dream people cling to." My voice is turning loud and is croaky.
"Neither you nor Katniss were told. We couldn't risk it," says Plutarch. "I was even worried Katniss might mention my indiscretion with the watch during the Games." He pulls out his pocket watch and runs his thumb across the crystal, lighting up the mockingjay. "of course, when I showed Katniss this, I was merely tipping her off about the arena. As a mentor. I thought it might be a first step towards gaining both of your trust. I never dreamed you both would be tributes again."
"I still don't get why Katniss and I weren't told," I say.
"because once the force field blew, you'd be the first ones they'd try to capture, and the less you knew, the better," says Haymitch.
"The first ones? Why?" I say.
"the others kept you alive because if you died we knew there'd be no keeping Katniss in an alliance," says Haymitch. "And we couldn't risk leaving her unprotected."
"Katniss," I whisper already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
"We kept her alive as she's the face of the rebellion we all agreed to die to keep her alive," says Johanna.
I look at Haymitch and see his facial expression unchanged, but he can't hide the tinge of grey that colours his face. "Where is Katniss?" I hiss at him.
"She was picked up by the capital along with Finnick, Beetee and Enobaria," says Haymitch. The he decides to drop my gaze.
"We had a promise," I screamed at him. I lunge across the table, and punch him in the nose blood gushes from his nose. He starts screaming terrible things at me and I scream terrible thing back at him. Johanna and eventually other hand get me of Haymitch.
Im restrained on my bed, and my wrists are tied down. Lots of people try to talk to me I block them all out until someone who I did not suspect to come comes. Gale.
"Gale?" I ask, unsure if this is a dream or real life.
"Peeta," he says with his jaw clenched, I already know he would prefer Katniss here than me.
"Why are you in district thirteen?" I ask.
"Because there's no more district twelve"