Hi! So this is my first ever story on here so let's see how it goes! I haven't really read any stories about this, but I can imagine people have written about it.

So what would happen if Peeta AND Katniss were captured by the Capitol hovercraft? Mockingjay rewrite! Hope you like it, reviews are appreciated but don't be too harsh, it's my first one!

Oh and don't read this if you haven't read all the books! Spoilers!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Suzanne Collins does!

I vaguely remember getting blindfolded and shoved off the hovercraft, but now we are descending several flights of stairs. We, as in me and two other strong men who don't mind shoving me into the cold wall whenever they feel necessary. What happened? Where am I? Why would I be airlifted out of the arena if I didn't win? Did I win? Where's Peeta? So many questions flood into my mind but I come to the obvious conclusion that I'm in the Capitol.

Peeta is the main thing I think of as we descend, and I hope that he is safe and okay. I recall falling after the explosion in the arena and not being able to get up, but seeing his face over me, pleading to me. I couldn't hear him. It was all a blur, but that was the last time I saw him because soon after that I was lifted by claws into a hovercraft. Soon after that everything went black and here I am now, doing who knows what in the Capitol.

I don't have time to think of anything else because I feel a great force hurl me into a cold stone wall. I stumble to the hard concrete floor, my head hitting what feels like cold jail cell bars.

Strong yet gentle arms suddenly wrap around me, pulling off the blindfold. I blink and view my surroundings. My assumptions were right; I'm huddled in the corner of a musty jail cell with two concrete walls- one behind me, the other to my left; and two walls of metal jail bars in front of me and to my right. Peeta- Oh Peeta! Is in the cell to my right and is holding me as best he can with the bars in the way.

We are both still in our outfits from the Games, and Peeta looks terrible with a swelling bruise right next to his eye, but I probably look worse. I reach to delicately touch my still moss-wrapped arm from where Johanna cut me, wincing at the immediate pain.

"What's going on Peeta?" I whisper, but my rough voice echoes through the empty room. I'm glad he is here with me, even though I can assume that we are both going to be hurt in here. I can't help but be thankful though that Peeta found me in the arena when I was paralyzed, right before we got lifted into the hovercraft. The memory completely takes over me now, as I think of Peeta's desperate screaming of my name, and me not being able to move from the current paralysis to tell him that I'm okay.

"No idea, are you okay?" His shaking voice thick with a mixture of confusion and fear snaps me out of my memory. Ugh. He is always thinking of me, and I can't help feeling guilty.

"Yeah I'm fine but-" I start to say but we hear laughter, and who other than President Snow with five or so peacekeepers stroll to the front of my cell. Snow is dressed in a fancy tuxedo, probably celebrating the day he has me locked up and can do whatever he wants to me.

"Well, well, well, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark- what a pleasure."

"What's going on!" I demand furiously. I couldn't hold back the curiosity because I really did want to know what is happening, and the reason why I'm not getting killed in the arena which was my intended fate.

He ignores my demand though, leaning against the metal bars casually.

"I didn't quite enjoy the stunt you guys pulled at the Games. It was rather… embarrassing. You aren't supposed to be able to escape, you know. I guess you, Katniss, had to do the dirty work and blow up the force field, and let the others escape? That doesn't seem fair. And why keep poor Peeta with you? He could be safe right now, but of course you're the one to blame for his pain. Either way, things like that come with consequences." A smirk creeps onto his face.

I can't even bear to look at Peeta right now because I'm so horrified of what Snow just said so instead I scowl, not bothering to tell him that I have no idea what he is talking about. What stunt did we pull? Escape? Who escaped?

"Hmm… it's also not fair that Katniss has never experienced real pain, real deep agony. Think about it! Peeta has been hurt so much physically with his leg, and emotionally because of you. You haven't been hurt that much with physical pain."

He looks at the Peacekeepers, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Okay I have made up my mind. Deal with Katniss. I think… I think Peeta will receive just as much pain watching this." He grins devilishly.

I shoot a startled glance at Peeta who is frozen, staring at Snow in disbelief.

It takes me a moment to register what was going on: President Snow was going to inflict physical pain upon me, and mental pain onto Peeta who is going to be forced to watch my torture. I worry about Peeta- I'm way more scared for him than for me- but he just lets his piercing eyes tell me to be strong.

"Have some fun with it, guys! I will be watching from the other room, I don't want to get blood on my new suit," He calls over his shoulder.

I don't have much time to prepare myself before the peacekeepers come laughing into my cell and toss me across the room. I hear an explicit crack from where my skull meets concrete, then the searing pain that comes with that terrible noise. I hear Peeta screaming as they all take turns kicking me in the ribs as hard as they can. Something definitely just broke. Agonizing pain shoots through my body and I fail to stifle a piercing scream. I can't make this any worse for Peeta. The rest of it is a blur, but I finally give in; I hear my screams, Peeta's screams, the Peacekeeper's delight, and feel the unbearable pain that came with it. The last thing I see is a raised end of a gun that crashes through my forehead, then blackness.

More to come!