The following may contain major spoilers for it is plotted in the last couple of chapters of book three; Mockinjay. It is based mostly on Peeta's point of view, how it has troubled him and how he sees Katniss in his own perspective. I strictly recommend not to move on if you have not finished the book itself.

(Some contents are from the official book, only edited it now and then but I try my best to stick to it's original pacing from Ms. Suzanne Collins' work. I do not own any part of the trilogy and this is merely a fanfiction from Peeta's narration on how things ended in Mockingjay.)

I repeat, This is Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread's narration.

(The Hunger Games Trilogy; Mockingjay|Book Three. Chapter 26; 371)

I slam the door from my behind as hard as I could. Some times, it's even hard not to think of her being a mutt with all that she has done. Has she went mad? Ofcourse, I know I'm the one with tampered memory but allowing Coin proceed to her next step, which is now the 76th Hunger Games composed with the Capitol children wont solve anything! Katniss shouldve known that by now and she should also know how dreadful it is, 24 innocent tributes being sent off to kill one another like we're just another pack of useless wolves. Havent she had enough? She's already sent twice, No, We've already sent twice and the grieving memories are still haunting us. I cant let another game start. I have to start a plan somehow.

I hear Johanna calling up to me behind. I ignored her and started stomping down the hallways and into my assigned room. If anything is for certain, The president's mansion is far more warm than the underground paths of District 13. I look out my window. The crowd is starting to gather around the City Circle. Ah. I almost forgot. Today is Snow's excecution.

There's a knock on my door when three Capitol citizen arrived. I can identify by the way they dress. Almost covered in bright pink feathers looking like flamingos. Despite all of that, The shallow emptiness in their eyes says it all. How they have been affected by the war themselves. Ofcourse it wasnt easy. It was never easy for any of us but I'm hoping everything will be better now that theres a new administration. Then, the image of Coin earlier, declaring another games for the Capitol children reminded me that what I'm hoping for may not so likely. But we didnt come this far for nothing, did we?

One of them speaks up which breaks the trail of thought from my mind.
"We're supposed to dress you up for the execution." Says the one with the neon yellow hair with a smile.
Right. I forgot. Even my own stylists since I began has been blown into chunks of bits. The memory of Portia brings somewhat sadness. Ofcourse, we're not as close as Katniss is to Cinna but she has been fairly nice to me. Nice enough to consider her as a friend.
I gave her a warm smile, trying to be casual as much as I can, not letting my wary show.

By then, they helped me get ready. I see my burnt skin up my sleeve but they have found a good way to cover it with a nice black suit. Although, the one that spreads from my neck to back didnt seem to find a loophole out of the picture. I doubt there will be any way to cover this burnt flesh.
There's a hint of gladness as Effie checked up on me. She has survived afterall, with her gold wig that glimmers from the rays of light from the window.
"Good to see you and your glittering hair, Effie." I said with a smile.
"Good to see you, too, Peeta" She nod with a sly grin. "I'll need you with the rest of the victors in the City Circle at five." The fatigue in her eyes is unmistakable.
"Now, If you excuse me, I'll need to get a lot of things on set. I still need Katniss ready. I'll catch up on you later. Dont be late." She smiled at me as she gripped her clipboard around her arms and headed for the door.

As directed, I went to the Circle shortly after i bid my stylists thanks.

I take my place outside and sat in the Victor's seats with the others. I didnt really bother even to look at them after the tension earlier in the meeting.
Guards, Officials, Rebel Leaders and the crowd started to accompany Katniss Everdeen what is such a deafening roar and cheers as she stepped out of the shadow.

A precise memory came gushing down on me.
That day when I was running what seems to be an endless woods. I can feel the leaves rustling beneath my feet although I cant remember what I'm running away from. Then I see a glimpse of her, near the unusually sparkling lake. She was staring up the clouds like she's waiting for something to arrive. I stopped and turned towards her. I shook her, screamed her name at the top of my lungs to tell her to run. I dont exactly know why but I have a very strong feeling something's coming towards our direction and it's not gonna be good. Yet she stayed there. My warnings were nonthreatening. A single muscle didnt move her body, looking up at the skies like a statue. But I cant leave her here. Specially not Katniss.
I can sense the danger creeping closer. Katniss' head jerked to her behind, where the threat's direction is. Then very slowly, turned to look at me. She held my gaze for a moment. Then her eyes turned unusually red. The red eyes brightened up as if it has seen sight of a prey.

The boom of the people had me returning to what is really happening. I see a glimpse of Snow being marched to the Circle, a few yards away from Katniss when my head starts spinning. I shut my eyes close.
The memory of those bright red eyes, and their owner, evolving into some kind of a black, unusual bird about five feet taller than me. I look back at the track I was desperately trying to get away from at first, then I see a wall of fire eating its way on the forest towards me. The fire wall is spreading strangely quick.

I tried to open my eyes for real this time. My gaze directly at Katniss in the center of the stage. Blurry but I see her image. I squint my eyes to focus and tried to shake the terrifying memory that has haunted me away.
Poised to target Snow, she was. But she suddenly make shift. Pointing her arrow the other way around, She let go of the string. I couldnt manage to see where the arrow has landed- I couldnt even shift my eyes away from her. Instincts had me running towards her.
I dont know why, If she would turn into a mutant red eyed killing machine in a matter of seconds, but a part of me wants to protect her.

But I know I couldnt. Ofcourse I couldnt protect the one who's about to rip my head off with its own sharp claws. Senses had me running to her back and grasp her shoulders.

I searched for her eyes, expecting them to go red in a matter of seconds. But they stayed the same. Gray with the same cold stare locked at mine.
"Let me go!" She snarled. Wrestling her way out of my grasp.
"I cant!" I tell her. 'I cant, unless you turn into a mutt the moment I let go of you'.

Another painful memory startled my mind. The flames. They walled up around me and the said red-eyed creature who used to be so beautiful and mesmerizing staring at the blank sky. The mutation hunted me down slowly, Only realizing that I'm on all fours. The last thing I fully remember is when it clasp its claw in my chest and the other started ripping its way through my face. Then everything went black.