Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games trilogy. It belongs to Suzanne Collins, and I don't get anything for doing this. I just enjoy putting the characters in different situations and messing with the outcomes and their futures.

Summary: {Set at end of Catching Fire, going through Mockingjay} {Adopted from Paranoixa} Katniss is hijacked, and despite Haymitch's claim, Peeta isn't fighting to save her, believing the rabid girl is no longer the one he once knew and loved. Unable to distinguish reality from corruption, Katniss struggles to find the Girl on Fire, and Peeta faces a decision that will not only effect him, but everyone in Panem.

Author's note: Hi, everyone. As some of you might already know, I have adopted (and received permission for) this story (same title) from Paranoixa. With her permission and occasional assistance, this story will be slightly different than her version. I will be adding chapters and such things between chapters while following the direction of where this story was originally headed.

Secondly, I am sorry for how late I am starting this. I know it was summer when the announcement was posted; however, I am a college student, so my schedule was busy, but now I'm no longer as busy and can play catch-up now. A thousand apologies for the long wait. I shan't keep you waiting much longer.

Now, as Paranoixa stated in the original first chapter, she left out how Peeta, Katniss, and everyone escaped in the arena. I will touch on it in this chapter and the next. She wanted to explore Peeta's dark side, and I will be doing that as well. It some of the main reasons why I took on this story. It's something I always wanted to explore, but couldn't find the time. Katniss is still highjacked, and I'll be exploring that, too.

Please let me know what you think! I plan to update every few weeks, so if there was something in the story you'd like me to elaborate or do differently, please let me know. I love feedback when it's given nicely. Also, this first chapter is very short, but the next chapter will be up by this Friday.

She wakes with a jolt, darkness surrounding her. The room is quiet, too quiet, and it worries her.

Why?

There was plenty of the two earlier. Not too long go, she thinks. Showers of fiery sparks rained down from the heavens. Shouts and heavy feet thumped against the moist ground. It was almost like she was still there in the rainforest, her body still feeling too warm and needing water.

Katniss looks up where the sky should be, but there is nothing there. No sunlight or moon. Only darkness. Pitch black darkness. There's no sound of the force field retreating and sirens blaring. Can I even hear? Where is everyone?

She sits up with a gasp. "Peeta!" she yells out, looking around frantically for a signal, not comprehending. She claws at the ground, feeling cool marble instead of the moisture of the rainforest terrain. Then, she hears it.

Chains clink against the floor as she moves, and she is vaguely aware of the pain. Moving her hands, she feels the tops of her thighs and runs her hands down to her ankles, feeling the cool metal. She quickly touches both of her wrists, touching cool metal again. Her body freezes momentarily.

If I am here, where is Peeta? All she can remember seeing is him crashing down to the ground as she looked on from a distance. Can remember Finnick picking him up and tossing his limp body over his shoulder as he scanned the area with a conflicted expression. Can remember a shout . . . Was it Johanna? . . . Can remember her eyes closing for the briefest of seconds and seeing a figure behind her. Can remember a cold hand wrapping around her arm before something sharp and hot piercing her skin. Can remember . . . Nothing.

"Peeta," Katniss whispers mournfully into the darkness. "Oh, Peeta." She brings her knees to her chest and tries to keep the horrid theories at bay, hoping Peeta and everyone is safe instead of being trapped like her.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. I don't know where I am, and I don't know where Peeta is. She clenches her eyes, trying to rid the dark thoughts and toss them away. I have a little sister. Her name is Primrose Everdeen. I don't know where she is either. Trying to steady her shaky hands, she redirects her train of thought. I was in the Hunger Games. I survived the Hunger Games. I am alive. I am safe.

She lets out a shaky breath and feels her body start to relax. "I am alive," she whispers. "I am safe."

Then a bright light shines in the room. Katniss raises her head, seeing white everywhere.

"Miss Everdeen."

She jumps up and turns around. A calm looking man dressed in black watches her from a distance. Capitol officer, she sneers in pure hatred. They are to blame; those who were involved with anything dealing with the Capitol. But she tells herself don't think of them, think of your family and focuses on the cold shackles chaining her to the floor, seeing her wrists starting to look raw.

And the missing boy.

"Where is Peeta?" she asks, gathering up her strength to stare at the man.

He meets her gaze, unflinching and slightly challenging. "Miss Everdeen, please. We need you to answer some questions."

"Where's Peeta?" she repeats, the panic in her voice becoming clearer with each syllable.

"Perhaps if you would answer my questions, we could tell you where the boy is."

Panic rises in her as she worries for Peeta, her mother, Prim, Haymitch. Everyone she holds dear to her heart. She doesn't answer and focuses her attention on her shackles.

"Where are the rebels?"

Rebels? What rebels? If she asks, then she knows they'll do her harm, but if she remains quiet, then they might cause even more harm. She remembers the quiet rumors spreading across the Districts about past Victors.

"Where are the rebels?" he demands more forcefully this time, but she isn't listening.

Katniss grabs hold of the shackles at her ankles and tries to pull them apart so she can run. Run far away. Escape. She pulls and pulls, but the cold, black shackles are too strong for her. Feeling defeated, she falls to the ground and notices the officer is gone. I'm alone, she thinks, and the thought sparks more hope.

She quickly pulls and tugs at the chains again. Hearing the sound of a door opening, she continues to break apart with more strength rising in her. Gray eyes grow wide, seeing the same guard with another one, a woman, walking toward her quickly.

The man grabs her, holding her still as she screams for help, and the woman takes one of her arms and rolls up her sleeve. The woman takes something out of her coat pocket and surveys her bare forearm.

Seeing the syringe and needle, Katniss frantically tries to pull her body away, but it's no use. The woman has an iron grip on her arm. She feels a tiny sting as the needle enters her arm, then warm fluid runs through her vein, making her body burn as the fluid enters her bloodstream.

Once the contents in the syringe is gone, the male guard releases his hold on her, causing her limp body to fall to the floor. Katniss watches the two walk away, then everything goes dark.