Hey guys this is just my first time writing, i know I'm not too good, so a few hints and stuff would be cool :) tell me if you want to read more and yeah reviews would be good

So this is form Peeta's perspective right after catching fire, when his captured by the Capitol (those bastards, scuse my french) =-]

I open my eyes, fumbling for my hands, there is no obvious sense of danger, i feel no pain, yet the eeriness of it all frightens me. Im a mess, i cant remember anything, the blast, the explosion, the stabbing, the painful crawling that forced me through the forest, the figure i hacked down on my way to find her. Oh i hope i didn't kill Finnick, he did save my life after all, I could be dead, but what does it matter, i might as well be dead now, am i even alive still, or have i already passed on?

The flicker of a switch snaps me back to reality. I open my eyes, straining to adjust to the fluorescent sight obliterating the room. A figure enters, I can see its shadow dark and anonymous moving slowly towards me, I try to raise my head, however some kind of metal encasement holds me back, I'm encaged. I choose to twist my head, ignoring the agony igniting in my lower back, to fixate my view upon the approaching shadow instead. I notice the figures slow movement, it reminds me of a snake slithering after an unknowing prey. The shadow brings memories of someone, someone dangerous but who was it? I cannot remember. Is it someone from home? Is it someone from the Seam? Could it be someone from district 12, or is it another mutt from the Capitol, a savage, a peacekeeper, waiting to whip me with chains, just like they did ... they did to Gale. The memories of her sweep back into my mind, her beautiful green eyes, her reproachful smile, the look she had in her eyes radiating comfort and warmth, yet at the same time would be quick to snap out and strike once more, the way she moved across the field gracefully waiting for game, the voice that could stop the mockingjays in the field, only when they heard something truly exception would they hinder. The girl that stole my heart. At that moment my heart came racing back to the girl on fire, Katniss Everdeen.

"So peeta, the boy on fire, the boy captivated in unbreakable love, such projecting charisma, look at you now boy", I recognize this voice, the venom it spat with every sentence, worst then any mutt ever constructed by the Capitaol, the only symbol of hate I have ever truly known, President Snow.

"What do you want Snow? Why have you brought me here? Have your games, finally failed? I know I was not the last one, has the Capitol retaliated under your hateful reign, have your true colors showed", I pause, the tiredness of the last few days evidently weaning in, "has your venom finally sunk back into its own skin?" I spit as much hatred into these words as I can, yet I know faltering voice has finally failed me.

"No Peeta you see, you are ours now ... she is gone, we have eliminated her"

The words creep silently in, i try to shut them out, yet the effect is immediate, wounds reopen. Overwhelmed I slink down upon the ground. I lay a shattered boy, I have finally been broken. My only love, my pearl, my heart, she is gone, they have taken her, I am nothing now.