Hijacked ×2

I waited. For a long time. Just laid sprawled out on the dirt floor doing nothing but bleeding and waiting in agonizing impatience. There's a quality you never want to have, no matter what the situation is, but especially in this case. Then you'll just feel like an hour glass, with only so many grains of sand left to fall until your time is up.

Or a ticking clock. Like this horrifying arena I find myself in. The same arena he's in. Peeta. I stopped calling his name seconds, minutes, or hours ago.

I can no longer tell time. One thing I do know is I stopped calling his name after I shot an arrow through the force field, signifying the end of these sick games. I couldn't take it.

My life, Peeta's life,- they're not toys. They're not meant to be played with.

And I wanted them to know. So I ended the game. Thats right. I broke the freaking arena. Yet I'm not sure what I felt as electricity zapped around the arena looking like lightning cracking across the sky.

Satisfaction? Shock? Relief? Victory? No.

Fear. "Peeta!" A hovercraft lowered down real nice and close to me, only 6 feet above my body. A ladder dropped. Somehow I think I knew this would be the aftermath of my rebellious attempt to end the game.

Now I knew it was too late. For Peeta, for me, for everyone depending on us. Nice going Katniss. I left the ladder hanging, but the ladder wasn't going to leave me. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't climb that ladder, much less reach out with the arm Johanna cut into.

Then I thought to myself, how could you be so weak? This is exactly what the Capital wants. Do you want to give them what they want? This is their entertainment. They're probably laughing at you, just laying there bleeding on the ground.

New adrenaline pumping through me, with refreshed anger at the Capital, I reach out with the arm that's not bleeding and get a good grip on the ladder. I pass out from the exertion immediately.

I wake up cleaned and bandaged covered only by a thin blanket on the hospital bed. The first thing I notice is that I'm not in the arena or on a hovercraft. I look around the room, searching for clues as to where I am, but I'm still disoriented from the loss of blood. "Wondering where you are, Katniss?", a voice questions out of nowhere. Spooked, I jump out of the bed slightly, immediately fixing the blankets back over my cold, naked body, with the newfound knowledge I'm being watched.

Where are you? I wonder, searching for the camera and the source of the voice. The voice laughs in mockery apologizing for scaring me and assuring me there are clothes laid out at the bottom of the bed. Still looking for where that voice is coming from and where that camera is, I snatch up the clothes laid out. Scrunching my nose up at the stench of roses, I look down at my clothes where the scent is coming from.

The clothes are now unfolded from my hastiness snatching them, and consist of a green shirt, brown pants and undergarments. I sniff the clothes and get a big whiff of the rose smell. I shake the clothes out expecting a whole rose garden to fall out. Only one rose falls out, and it has a note attached to it. The note reads - Love, President Snow.

Sickened, I come to the realization I'm in the Capital. But where is Peeta? Peeta could be anywhere, Peeta could be - no, he can't be dead. "Peeta?" I whisper, expecting him to answer back even though I know he's not here.

I start to scan the room again, breathing too hard. He's not gone. He's still here, he has to be. "Peeta!" I whisper angrily. I don't notice the tears streaming down my face until I can taste them.

I wipe the tears off my face in frustration, putting my clothes on as quickly as possible before pacing the room looking for the exit. I get so frustrated I start banging my fists against the wall as tears stream down my face again and I scream. I hate being locked in this tiny space and hate that I can feel the walls closing in on me. I hate that I can't reach Peeta. I bang on that wall until my knuckles bleed, expecting a door to fling open in its place.

Eventually I just slide to the floor finding some socks and lace up boots to wear with my clothes. Then I'm just rocking back and forth with my arms wrapped around my legs without even realizing it. That's when I find tiny shards of broken glass on the floor, almost too tiny to be seen. Confused, I follow the trail that seemingly leads to nowhere, until I look up. At the spot on the wall I was punching.

I found the camera. Its one the tiniest lenses I've ever seen. Someone did a good job of hiding it, but not good enough I guess. "First an arena, now a camera?" The voice asks.

Just then I hear doors bust open. Doors! I look to where the sound came from and stand up, ready to evacuate. A peacekeeper stands guard at the door. A device of some sort attached to his pocket buzzes and he puts it up to his ear.

After a while he reattaches it to his pocket and tells me I have permission to leave. Its when I hear his voice that I match it to the one I heard earlier. I guess he was talking through an intercom as he watched me on camera. I walk out of the room cautiously, and can't help but be suspicious of how easy that was. He shuts the door that blends back into the wall and directs me down a hallway.

Eventually we get to a door that's open just a crack. The peacekeeper pushes the door open all the way. I peek into the room and he pushes me in, then shutting the door all the way. I guess there was no other choice. Just because I escaped one prison doesn't mean I get everlasting freedom.

I turn around to find Peeta sitting on a bunk bed facing the only window. I walk towards him, not sure if he's real. I don't understand why President Snow would let us be together. The closer I get to him the less he becomes an illusion. If he is real, he hasn't noticed me yet.

I mouth the word Peeta but no sound is able to come out. He's on the upper bunk so I can't reach him from here. I climb up behind him. I still can't talk and he's still not noticing me. I just want to touch him, just to see if he's real.

I reach out and clasp my hand around his shoulder. He jumps slightly. I smirk. He turns towards me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Then he smiles really big.

I can't help but laugh at how goofy he looks. His eyebrows and eyes go back to normal. Well, sort of. His smile fades into a grin. He puts his hand over mine that is still clasped to his shoulder.

My eyes flicker at our hands. What he did isn't a heavy hearted gesture , but it means so much. I guess I stare too long at our hands though because he starts to look at me with concern. "S-Sorry." I stutter looking away.

Why is his hand so warm? He takes my hand off his shoulder, still keeping his hand linked with mine, and brings them out for me to look at. When I study him with confusion, he then raises an eyebrow as if to ask, is this okay? I look down thinking. He misinterprets it and lets go of my hand.

I scowl at him. He smiles. Maybe that wasn't a misinterpretation, maybe that was a test. I smirk. Maybe I can test people too.

I put my hand on his shoulder, then raising my eyebrow. He nods really fast a bunch of times. I have to muffle my laughter into my shoulder before turning back to face him. I then shake my head, a faint smile on my lips as I take my hand away. I catch him looking at me longingly before he quickly looks at the window instead.

Okay he looks sad, maybe what I did was cold. I reach out to touch him again and he unexpectedly starts pointing at me with silent laughter. My mouth hangs agape. That terd.

I can't believe I fell for his stupid trick.

He looks at me in a twisted up grin , so I have to smile a little bit, or at least relax my scowling muscles. I laugh a few seconds later, thinking about it. About him. He looks at me weird. "What?" , I ask, already defensive.

"I just...I hardly ever see you laugh, so when I do, its like, not you." I look at him, trying to analyze what he just said, then just end up busting out laughing again. Whoa. I slap my hand over my mouth, shocked to hear the sound and end up blocking it.

I look over at Peeta with wide eyes, my hand still over my mouth. He stares, shocked, blinking a couple times. Then he starts laughing too. "That sounds so foreign coming out of your mouth." He says.

"I know." I say laughing again. I don't what's wrong with us, but it feels so good. I haven't laughed like this in forever. I don't even think Peeta has laughed like this in a while and he's always so optimistic.

Always happy for some stupid reason."Peeta?" I ask in request of his attention. "Yeah?" He answers. I don't know Peeta, I just want to talk. I hope I don't look too desperate.

I just want something so bad that I don't understand. After a while he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "What is it?" He asks gently, propping my chin up with his fingertips so I have to make eye contact. He looks at me waiting, and of all moments my eyes start to water right then.

"Damn it!" I whisper angrily, rubbing my eyes dry of the tears. I think my lip even quivered. Stupid freakin lip. I slap Peeta's hand off my chin.

"Katniss?"

"Yes, it's Katniss." I mutter, being smartellic.

"Are you sure?" Peeta retorts.

"Yep."

"Then what's wrong?"

I ponder. What is wrong? I get a head rush of all the reasons at once. But there's only one that sticks out. Peeta's alive.

I want Peeta alive, but I want more than that. I want him to know that I want him to be alive. How do I put that in words to tell Peeta? "Peeta I- " This is hard.

"Peeta I...you're alive!" Yep, that's all I could come up with. He smiles sadly and I come full force at him in a sloppy hug. I wrap my arms around his torso and hold on tight as he wraps his arms around my small waist and says smiling, "I was hoping you cared that much." I feel guilty for not letting him know sooner.

(Author's Note)- Hey guys, this is my first fanfic I ever wrote and I hope you enjoyed it! ( :

Disclaimer - I am not in any way, shape or form Suzanne Collins. If I wrote the Hunger Games I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it! All credit goes to Suzanne Collins for the wonderful series of the Hunger Games and the characters in the story. I, however, own the plot twist that Peeta and, AND Katniss get captured and hijacked.