**IMPORTANT**

This story is a re-write of Mockingjay from Peeta's point of view as if he was saved by the rebels and Katniss was captured by the Capitol during the Quarter Quell. A lot of the original plot has been changed to fit Peeta better HOWEVER the structure and much of this stories sequence belongs to Suzanne Collins.

Prologue

I sprint, attempting to put as much distance between Finnick, Beetee and myself as I can. I'm not sure why they insisted that Katniss and I separate, but it is clear to me now how that plan was flawed. Now I must run and find Katniss before someone else does. However, I pause at the sight of two much larger opponents who stand before me. I slip my body behind a tree hoping that they do not see me or hear me stomping through the jungle.

I watch as Brutus' spear enters into Chaff's chest. He collapses to the ground, the cannon signalling his end. This sight fills me with a sudden rage. I just can't stand being trapped inside this dome anymore. I can't stand the fact that people were able to manipulate me into separating from Katniss. I can't stand the fact that I so carelessly threw my own judgement out of the window. Without thinking, I take my machete and stab it into the center of Brutus' back before he can turn around and spot me. His cry of pain makes me shudder, especially knowing that I've caused it. Before he crashes to the ground, he attempts to defend himself by throwing a spear in the same place that causes Chaff's death blow. Yet, he misses as he fights his most certain death, but his spear skims my shoulder. The pain makes me wince as I too call out in terror, yet it becomes hidden by the sound of Brutus' cannon.

When I become brave enough to examine the wound, I see a large gaping dent in my shoulder that is pouring out blood. I grab some moist moss from a tree above me and begin to run, because I only have one mission left.

"Katniss, where are you?" I shout, not caring at this point who hears me. My only goal is to find her and protect her. I could not live with myself if I lost her now. Allowing Beetee to separate us was my first mistake, and now I must locate her again.

"Katniss!" I continue hollering, but my running turns to stumbling as I realize I am losing to much blood. But I force myself to stay upright; I have to find her.

"Peeta!" I hear her yell back and her voice instantly widens my eyes.

I am now screaming her name, "Katniss, Katniss!" Hoping to draw all attention away from her yells because I know she is probably trying to do the same thing for me.

I begin running again, but trip over a tree root and land directly onto my shoulder. The pain is blinding and I find myself wishing that I could just stay here on the ground. It would not be the worst place to die. It is rather comfortable and I am just so tired.

"Peeta!" Her voice echoes through my ears and immediately pulls me back onto my feet

"Katniss! Where are you? Stay with me!" I yell, begging her to reach me. I want to hold her and tell her that she will be alright, but I can't seem to get to her. Something is wrong. There is clearly some plan set in place by the other members of our alliance that we were not aware of. I wish we would have set off on our own before this. I should have listened to her when she tried to convince me to leave. Yet I didn't and there is no one to blame but myself.

I try jogging, but stumble and land onto my shoulder again. I begin to see small black dots in my vision and I know this is not good. In the distance, I hear a deafening explosion and can only hope that it does not involve Katniss. Yet a strange feeling in my stomach makes me think that it does. I am on the verge of passing out and my quick moss bandage is dripping blood. The dark crimson colour is the last thing I see before my vision goes completely black.

When I wake, I am being lifted. I am being carried by a hovercraft crane. What waits above is most likely torture. Yet, the only thought in my mind is that of Katniss Everdeen, and the hope that she is okay. My mind goes black once more.

When my brain begins to enter back into sub consciousness, I notice how I am lying on a cold metal table. There are tubes running into my arms and the beeping of monitors by my head. I can tell they are trying to keep my alive with all of these devices. When I open my eyes, I realize that I am alone, except for Beetee who is clearly being sustained by an army of machines. I still am not sure where we are right now. If we are headed to the Capitol, surely they plan on killing us; there is no way they will allow all of us rebellious tributes to live. But where are the others? Who all made it out and survived this mess? Finnick, Johanna, Enobaria...Katniss?

The thought of Katniss being alive forces my body up to a sitting position. Surely she is being kept somewhere else on this hovercraft, I just need to find out where that location is so I can finally be with her and create some plan to get us both out of here. I rip the tubes out of my arms and quietly begin walking to the exit of this small sterile room.

"Katniss..." I whisper, hoping to hear her voice calling back in return.

I step down a slim hallway to a large silver door that is slightly cracked open. Someone is behind it; for a moment I am excited, hoping that perhaps it is Katniss. However, I know that would most likely be untrue. Instead, I press my ear against the door and 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."

I know who that voice belongs to. Plutarch Heavensbee; Head Games Maker. I fight off a chill because his voice only confirms that we are indeed heading to the Capitol.

Just as I am about to sprint away, I hear more voices. Another voice speaks, but it is too quiet for me to make out. Yet, a hoarse voice that I would recognize anywhere answers the questions asked; Haymitch.

"No. I'm sorry. There's no way I can get you to Four. But I've given special orders for her retrieval if possible. It's the best I can do, Finnick."

Haymitch, Finnick. Why the hell are they talking to Plutarch? After all the pain and suffering he has caused us, why in the world are they associating? And Finnick, why would Haymitch be speaking with someone who attempted to kill me. My mind struggles to make sense of this conversation. Are they perhaps trying to reason with Plutarch to give us surviving victors some kind of immunity? And where is Katniss? I am suddenly scared she is badly injured because if she was awake, I know she would be in this room right now, speaking with Haymitch. It continues until I can't take in anymore. I swing the door open and drag myself into the room.

Plutarch, Haymitch, and an extremely beat up Finnick sit around a table. There is an untouched meal graced upon it and from outside the window, I can see the tops of trees pass by as the hovercraft soars.

"Awh Peeta! Welcome back to reality." Haymitch says.

I step forward, not sure of how I should be reacting. Right now, all I seem to feel is betrayal. I knew Finnick betrayed me the moment I left him to find Katniss, but Haymitch? Up until now I always saw him as an ally and someone whom I could trust. We were a team.

I watch Plutarch set a bowl of soup and a fresh roll down in front of an empty seat at the table. He slips a spoon into my hand. "Eat." He says in a voice that is calmer then Haymitch's.

"Peeta, I am going to explain everything that happened in the arena. But I do not want you to ask any questions until I'm done. Do you understand?" Haymitch asks.

"Where is Katniss?" I reply bitterly, ignoring his request.

Haymitch sighs. "Do you understand?"

I narrow my eyes at him and nod, knowing that I will be forced to listen to everything despite only wanting one question to be answered. And this is what he tells me.

There was a plan to break us all out of that arena once the Quarter Quell was announced. All of the victors' tributes from districts 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, and 11 had at least some knowledge of this plan. It also turns out that for several years, Plutarch Heavensbee has been part of an undercover group to overthrow the Capitol. He was the one to make sure Beetee's wire was among the weapons. Beetee was then in charge of blowing a hole in the force field. The bread from the arena was code to the knowledgeable tributes about our rescue time as well. The hovercraft that we are currently riding in belongs to District 13, which is where we are currently being taken to right now, while many the other Districts are in full-scale rebellion.

Eventually, Haymitch pauses and it is an awful lot to take in. I also cannot seem to shake the feeling of manipulation.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, my voice rising towards Haymitch. "You promised no more secrets!"

"Neither you or Katniss were told. It was too dangerous and we couldn't risk you mentioning it during the games." Plutarch adds.

"Where is she?" I ask in a much sterner voice then I had previously.

All three sets of eyes turn off my gaze. "Where is Katniss?" I demand, banging my fist onto the table.

"The Capitol got her...along with Johanna and Enobaria." He finally replies.

One time, when I was eleven, my mother made me climb onto the roof of the bakery to fix a small leak. I was only a small child at that point and slipped off of the roof after attempting to repair it. I fell and landed straight onto my back. During that moment, the wind was knocked completely out of my body and I wasn't sure I was capable of taking in another breath. I didn't think I would never experience something like that ever again; until this very moment.

My heart suddenly feels like it has stopped beating and I have the greatest urge to get up from my chair and ram my fists down Haymitch's throat. We had a deal to protect her and he failed. Yet that is when I remember; we both failed. My mind begins to comprehend the fact that Katniss will never be coming home; the Capitol will torture her for information she is unaware of and kill her. I clench my hands into fists and bring them to my eyes attempting to block out all that is around me. I let out a blood curdling scream and begin to sob. The salty tears are pouring down my face and over my mouth; I have lost her.

"Peeta, Peeta...I'm sorry! They'll figure out she doesn't know anything and won't kill her if they believe they can use her against you!" Finnick's voice in the last voice I hear before a sharp pain hits my neck.

When I wake up again, I know that we must be in District 13. The walls are grey and it smells of dusts. There is no energy down here and it feels very depressing; making me feel hopeless. In ways, District 13 and myself have a lot of common. Many people have tried to feed me, but I refuse to eat. They will dress me, only to find that I soil my clothing within an hour. They pump liquids into my veins, but they do not do much. It takes more than these simple liquids to keep a person alive once they have lost their will to live.

I'm not sure how long I have been here when Haymitch enters the room. He looks at me and I can tell he is concerned.
"Haymitch," I begin, "I just want to go home."

These are the first words I have spoken in days and judging by his answer, I can tell that he does not understand what home actually means to me right now. And what home I am really referring to.

"Peeta, we can't go home. There is no District 12."