Hey guys! New story time! In this story, Katniss was captured, not Peeta. He never got hijacked, never had his memories altered. Instead, Peeta is hiding in District 13, planning a rescue mission for Katniss. What happens? Well, it wouldn't be a secret if I told you.

Peeta Mellark POV

I wake up in a white room. An IV drip pumps morphling into my veins. The clock on the East side of the room blinks 18:00. Suddenly, my head is flooded with memories from the past week.

Katniss. The arena. I try to sit up, but the blood rushes to my head so fast that I quickly veto that idea. I stare at the ceiling, waiting for something. Someone to walk in. Something to happen.

After an hour, after 60 agonizing minutes of just lying there, I can't take it any longer. I yank the drip out of my arm, resisting the urge to put it back in. I swing my legs off the right side of the bed, and run my fingers through my hair. I wince when I feel stitches lining the top of my head.

I close my eyes, blinking away the effects of the sleep syrup. When my head is relatively clear, I climb out of my white hospital bed. I open the door, and walk into a hallway.

The door to the hospital room clicks shut behind me.

I look around, taking in my surroundings. This place is so sterile, so clean. I know where I am. I'm in District 13. I must be in the hospital ward.

I need to find Katniss, I think. I open the door immediately next to me. Finnick Odair lies on the bed, staring intently at a small length of rope in his hands.

"Hey, Fin-" I clear my throat of its hoarseness. "Hey, Finnick. Where is everyone?" I say, walking closer to him.

Finnick doesn't bother to look up. He continues playing with the rope. Tying, and untying. A never ending cycle. "They're all gone. No one's left. They tricked us. And now they're going to kill her." Finnick says, the sorrow and fear evident in his voice.

My blood runs cold. Surely he can't mean Katniss? "Who are they going to kill?" I say, trying to keep the panic from leeching into my voice.

This time Finnick looks into my eyes. "Annie." He says, before reducing to tears.

Oh, Annie. The girl from District 4. Finnick's lover. I feel a pang of guilt when I realize that I was only thinking of myself, not any of the others. But what did Finnick mean when he said 'they tricked us'?

I walk out of the room, glancing mournfully at Finnick. I walk straight into Haymitch, of all people.

"Peeta," He says. "I'm so sorry." For once, he doesn't have a bottle in his hands.

"What, Haymitch? What's wrong with Finnick? And where's Katniss?" At the sound of Katniss' name, Haymitch cringes.

"Peeta," He begins, "Let's go into your room." He turns away from me, and walks back into my hospital room. I follow him.

"What? What's wrong, Haymitch? Why won't anybody tell me anything?" I say desperately, throwing my hands up.

Haymitch looks pained. And when he says the next sentence, I immediately understand why.

"Peeta, Katniss was captured by the Capitol. She's not here."

I numbly stare down at my hands. I can vaguely hear someone calling my name. I sit down on my bed, my ears ringing.

Katniss. Gone. No longer here.

As the sleep syrup enters my bloodstream, I feel a tear find its way out of my eye.

"Why?" I mumble, before sleep claims me.

What do you guys think? I'll only continue this if you guys think this is a good story. Please review! And I am my own beta, so not everything is going to be perfect. Anyway, I hope you guys like it!

~Fire