NOTE: This is a sequel to my story - The Games That Play Us.

It is not necessary to have read it but it's recommended :) there's some aspects that might be confusing.

Anyway I hope that you enjoy the first chapter. :)

(Katniss)

White heat spreads across my cheek as my guard slaps me. Two of them corner me in the corner of my cell and laugh at my pain. Tears sprout from my eyes as they proceed to slap, kick and throw my around like a light piece of rock. Like I weigh nothing. Like I'm an animal.

But aren't I? Aren't I an animal?

I am the Mockingjay. A songbird. The symbol of the rebellion. I have not forgotten who I am. I never will.

But I am also Katniss Everdeen. A prisoner of the Capitol. Deemed a traitor by the city.

The Capitol is in peril, the streets are in riots between two types of Capitol citizens. One half wants me free because they have realized how cruel the Capitol truly is and they want the star-crossed lovers of District Twelve reunited. They are the Capitol Rebels.

They are also the group that President Snow is slowly annihilating. One by one, they drop on the streets at the sound of a gunshot, dead.

While the other, the bigger portion, agrees with President Snow, they agree that I should be kept in custody for betraying their beloved city, for going against them when they have done and offered me so much. Riches, fame, but none of that matters. It's miniscule compared to what they have taken from me.

My freedom.

My life.

My sanity.

Peeta.

The riches, the fame, none of that matters to me. I survived on my own, I was able to feed my family for two years, we had enough to eat. Sure there were the rough winters but I got through them with Gale.

It would have been better without the fame.

I promised myself that I would win this war. That I will sing the song of victory. I don't break my promises. I will win this war, or I will die trying.

But honestly? Dying isn't on my agenda.

Because even if they beat me down, trod on me or slowly rip me to pieces, I will fly again.

"Leave her, it's best to let her drown in her own blood. That way, we can make it look like an accident."

"Hmph. She deserves it. But no matter how much we all want her dead, President Snow wants her alive. But I think that we both know that she won't live much longer. The clock is ticking for the girl on fire."

They cackle and shut my cell door. I can hear their footsteps echo in the hallway.

Blood trickles down my mouth and head. Bruises adorn my olive complexion. I crawl to the farthest end of the room and hide myself in the shadows. Before I know it, I cry.

The clock is ticking for the girl on fire.

Chances are that I'll be dead before the end of this month.

(Peeta)

I'm being incinerated.

The intense heat burns my skin, scorching through my clothes. I want to scream out in pain. Why can't I scream?

My body aches as though a hammer has repeatedly bashed it. There's a pressure that pins me to the ground.

I begin to choke from the thick smoke. Shattered fragments of glass lie beneath my body, my face is obscured with my blood and tears.

Through the booming of the bombs and the crackling of the fire, I can hear piercing screams of pain and agony with puts a pain in my heart.

My head is throbbing greatly, I can taste the copper flavour in my mouth from my blood.

The Capitol hovercrafts linger above the broken train, when I squint my eyes I can see men in white suits, Peacekeepers, rappel down towards us.

When they reach the remnants of the train, I can see them shuffle around through the thick smoke, throwing pieces of broken furniture around and shouting at each other.

"Find him!"

They keep repeating this until one of them says, "Here!"

I guess they found what they wanted.

Through the blackness of the smoke, I can barely make out a figure and a pair of silver eyes before they finally close. The Peacekeepers grab the body and tie it to a rope that leads to the hovercraft above.

Then they're gone.

Soon after, I black out.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I pry my eyes open to find myself in an unfamiliar white room. It's blank and devoid of any emotion. I feel like a prisoner.

I'm attached and hooked to numerous machines and wires and I can feel a bandage on my head.

I lick my dry and chapped lips and let out a small sigh. I can hear chatter in the corner of the room that ceases once I release my breath.

Screams and voices of pure joy fill my ears but I am still weary, I don't know where I am. I can hardly see, hardly breath and hardly think.

It's like my life has been sucked out of me.

"Dr. Chamber, he's awake."

I can hear the phone click before the other man walks towards me. I can barely see, I can't make out their faces.

"About time to, he's been out cold for at least two weeks."

Did he mean me?

One of the men taps me on the shoulder, I can see a faint smile on his face, "Good to have you back, Peeta."

I shut my eyes and press them tightly together, and when I open them back up, I can see clearly. Both men contrast each other tremendously, one has a sunken and old face, drained of life, while the other has bronze hair with hazel hair.

"Haymitch, why is he looking at us like that?" the young man asks.

I furrow my eyebrows and stare at them.

"Who are you?"

Ohh yes Peeta has amnesia. It's such a short chapter and I'm seriously sorry, I really am, just that I wanted to set the plot for this sequel, and give little glimpses and previews of their lives after they got attacked. It will get more interesting, but it's only the first chapter, it will get better, I promise you!

Reviews are appreciated :)