Hey Everyone! So, this is going to be my first Hunger Games FanFic. I hope you enjoy! It's when Peeta gets picked up by the Capitol after the 75th Hunger Games.
Chapter 1:
I could hardly remember anything that happened. I opened my eyes ever so slightly, barely making out multiple doctors in typical Capitol clothes. With their exotic hair and uniforms, they reminded me of one of my paintings. The very one I had wished to be shown to Katniss at my funeral, because I knew we could not both survive and I would rather die than l live and her die. I wanted her to remember our first view of the place that was both brought us together and ripped us apart.
The scene was of my first view of the Capitol. I had seen it multiple times on the television set in the Hob on the rare occasions it had power, but that did the scenery no justice. With my first view, it both sickened me and made me catch my breath. The buildings were tall, silver, and extravagant. They had multiple windows that glistened like a brand new bread pan. A person personality could be deciphered by a single glance. The Capitol looked both modern and unrealistic. It would have been impossible to capture the image with a photograph; too much would have been alive and distracting to the viewer's eyes, making it near incomprehenable. So I just used my memory, and went one stroke and painful memory at a time.
When my vision cleared of spots, I could see that there were stick needles in my arm. They needles did not have the slight sting of the medication used after the previous Hunger Games. These felt as painful as when Cato's sword pierced my leg. It was a sharp pain, and I let out a cry. I looked to my side, and did not see anyone but myself. This was not one of the normal Capitol rooms. I noticed a glass window. I could see Snow through it. He didn't look that great. His white beard was flecked with grey and blood. I could see him coughing into a handkerchief, in a red suit. The second I set my eyes on him, I remembered what happened to Katniss. The explosion, me calling out, no response. Then I sank to the thought with one final thought, "She's gone."
I thought of that and started screaming.
"Katniss!" I felt another sharp pain. Not from the needles, but the thought of me being here, and her not. "KATNISS!" I started shaking and flailing, reaching for her and then another sharp pain again in my arm, and my world sank into darkness.
All I did was protect her. She protect me, but all for her own sake and her own fame. She didn't care.