Gray Eyes
Author's Note: Another fanfic I wrote. This is when Katniss and Peeta are married, and Peeta has one of his episodes, and goes a little too far. Katniss is in the hospital for headaches she's been expieriencing.
*** - means a time-skip
Peeta's POV:
I stand here at her doorway probably as suprised as she is. She's so beautiful. Her olive skin, long brown hair pulled back in a braid and the pale gray eyes. Her eyes carry disbelief, then it turns to shock, then disgustment, then her pupils dilate and turn into black shiny eyes glinting back at me. Waiting, to kill me. The eyes of a mutt. That's what she is. Katniss Everdeen. A mutt driven to destroy everything I hold dear. My family, friends, my home. And she's planning to kill me. To make me die a slow, torturous, never-ending death. No. She won't kill me. Because I'll kill her first. I will kill the Mockingjay.
I lash out at her. I lock my fingers around her small light neck. She's writhing, screaming in pain. She tries to pry my hands off her throat, only succeeding in making my hands close in on her. I stare at her, while she's pleading and reasoning with me to stop. I see her eyes, tired and sad. The eyes that were driven to kill. The eyes that were created by the Capitol to torture me. No. No, this wrong. I realise I'm killing the girl who I love. Katniss Everdeen. Words race through my head. Ally, lover, killer, girlfriend, mutt, destroyer, beautiful, ugly, lover, saviour, rescuer.
The words keep racing through my head. All this is happening while Katniss lays there on the floor. While Haymitch is broken into a sob, and perhaps even a little sober. Haymitch moves Katniss over to her medical bed, and lets her sleep. I watch her from the observatory room. Trying to figure out what has happened. I decide to recite what just happened like Katniss does when she's upset.
My name is Peeta Mellark. I'm 21 years old. I've been tortured by the Capitol, taught to make sure that Katniss Everdeen is killed by my hands. I suffocated Katniss Everdeen. I'm an emotional wreck. I love Katniss Everdeen. She loves me.
I keep thinking to myself, when I'm flown back to reality by an ear-splitting scream. I immediatly look over to Katniss. Her slow, steady breaths have been replaced by quick, gasping pain. She's screaming again. I feel confused. I don't know if I should be happy or horrified. I realise I hould be horrified, but only after her breathing has shallowed and her screams have been abruptly down-graded to whimpers of pain. I rush over to her in hopes that my presence will be soothing.
Please, please.