DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Hunger Games or Peeta...So don't sue! :D RnR, please!
Hope you like this story. It's all about how Peeta feels when he thinks Katniss is a mutt, and how he deals with it all. Enjoy!
~Fire
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Peeta's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I look up at the doctor. "What happened?"
She looks at me with sympathy. "The Capitol-" She was interrupted by the sound of a muffled voice coming from her headset.
"Ah. I see. Let her in. Get backup." She replies.
I hear the sound of a door opening, and I crane my neck to see who came to visit me.
When I see who it is, hatred flows through me.
I stare into the eyes of the mutt. Katniss. She killed my family. I hate her. She starts running towards me. I stand up, and when she's within my reach, I stretch out my arms, and my fingers wrap around her neck. I see confusion swim through her grey eyes. I grip her neck harder, enjoying watching the life drain out of her. I wanted her dead. I release my grip, and as she slumps to the floor, I look to my right to see doctors running toward me. One has a syringe in her had. She plunges it deep into my arm, and I welcome the darkness greatfully.
When I wake up, my arm is sore, and my brain hurts. A memory floods through my mind.
Katniss is standing above me, love and sorrow in her eyes. She spoon feeds me something sickly sweet, and I realize too late that she is feeding me sleep syrup. I try to fight off the drowsiness, but it's too much. I slump to the floor.
Another, shinier memory takes its place.
Katniss is standing above me, detest and hatred shining in her eyes. She shoves a spoonful of something in my mouth. It's poison, and I hate her. She laughs, and slams my head into the ground.
I hate Katniss. She tried to kill me. I want to kill her now. She's a mutt, created by the Capitol to kill us all. I need to get out of this room and warn everyone that the mutt cannot be trusted. She's not even human. She's a demon.
I try to get my shackles off, when suddenly something clear drips into my vein from one of my drips. I start to feel woozy, but I shake it off. This just makes me more frantic to get out of my white room. My body spasms, and I can feel my hand-cuffs cut into my flesh, but it's worth it, it'll be worth it when I get to see Katniss die. I see her through a panel of glass, and my fury cannot be tamed anymore.
"MUTT! SHE'S A MUTT! SHE CANNOT BE TRUSTED! SHE WAS SENT HERE BY THE CAPITOL! KILL HER! LET ME KILL HER!" I shout, before something stronger floods my veins, knocking me out cold.
My dreams are filled with the mutt, and I fantasize killing her. I can just see her blood on my hands, the blood that gives her life slowly draining out of her…
I wake up with a start, rubbing my head. What's happening to me? Why do I want to kill Katniss?
I feel the tears fall out of my eyes, but I don't know why I'm crying.
~Sorry this chapter is so short! I'm ashamed. DX I'll update soon though, ;)
~Fire