Peeta was sucked into the dark world of hatred. The venom finally got to him. It's worked so effectively, he doesn't even remember a world when he loved Katniss. All he can think about is how much he would love to kill her. What he would give to watch her servile up and die like the witch she is. It's her fault the district burned down. It's her fault his family is dead. Peeta hates her.
But there are times when he's back to himself, fighting against the evil. It's only for seconds at a time. And it's those times Peeta is most uncomfortable. His real self, and his new self, don't remember anything the other sees. Like when Peeta went back, he punched a guard as they were walking down the hall. He went back as the guard punched him back, which infuriated him. It caused this whole fight. Peeta believed the guard punched him out of no where.
But as the days drag on, he goes to his old self less and less. And this brings a smile to Snow's face when he goes and checks on Peeta.
"So Peeta, how are things?" Snow says. His voice is full of poison. But it doesn't scare Peeta now as it once did.
"Shit. When are you going to let me out?" Peeta questions, stands up. He walks to the bars that protect Snow. He straights himself up, making him seem so much taller. He towers over Snow, who just laughs.
"You don't scare me," Snow says, "Now come with me, we're going to watch your interview from last night. And you're going to tell me all the things you did wrong." He hisses.
A guard opens the door and gets a tight grip on Peeta's arm. It's uncomfortable, but Peeta doesn't show it. They walk down the hall, President Snow leading the way. Peeta hates Snow, but not as much as Katniss. Katniss put him through this. If it wasn't for her, he would have been saved and wouldn't be so hungry. Peeta's starving. The last thing they fed him was a stale loaf of bread, which triggered the old Peeta to come back. But this one was much longer than the usual.
They bring Peeta into a room. It's cold and drafty. Blotches of blood scatter around the floor. Peeta knows it was from torture. They chain him up again a wall by is arms. They are low to the ground so he has to kneel. His knees become covered with blood. A television across from him flickers on. A frozen image of himself is up there. He looks distressed, like he's fighting something within.
"Remember last night?" Snow asks, holding a remote.
"No." Peeta growls. And he doesn't. It was old Peeta last night. He's the one who was at the interview.
"Oh. Maybe this will ring a bell." Snow says. He turns to the screen and presses play.
"-All dead by morning!" Peeta says. Then snow presses the stop button. The image freezes. Peeta looks into his eyes on the screen. There is rebellion in his eyes.
"I didn't like that Peeta. You warned them. They are probably so deep down in 13, nothing will come to them. But we're still attaching. We're going to destroy anything we can," Snow says. He turns around and faces Peeta, "Now you have to pay."
Snow jesters for one of the guards to come closer. He carries a wooden club in his hands. Hit pats it on his hand to intimidate Peeta. He walks over slowly, making things more intense. Then when he's within hitting range, he lifts the club and hits Peeta with one swift movement. He hits him over and over again. Peeta screams the whole time, even though no one who hears him cares.
They leave him there. After the beating, they just leave him there. He lays in a pool of his own blood, unable to go unconscious. They gave him a shoot to keep that from happening so he could suffer every moment. He has no way to escape the pain.
Hey! I just wanted to explain why I changed which perspective the story is from. Since Peeta is no longer "himself" I changed it so it seems like he's gone completely mad and can't think of anything else but revenge and death. There will be more first person from Peeta, but only bits and pieces. Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Please review!