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Tracker Jackers
Peeta's POV
I was semi-conscious, hung up on the wall. The stiff metal chains slit my skin whenever I moved. This was horrible. What were they doing to Katniss? Did they get her? Oh no, no no, no, no…I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Katniss, my Katniss, was chained like this, awaiting the Capitol's judgment. Which probably involved torture.
"Come this way, the council is ready to see you." A voice said gruffly. It was Justice, my guard. What a fitting name for him. He pressed a button on a remote and the locks holding my chains against the wall released me. As I fell towards the ground, five feet below, Justice held out a dog collar.
I landed roughly, dehydrated and malnourished as I was, surrendering myself to the electric necklace. If I tried any funny business, I would be killed instantly. OK, Capitol, Soldier Peeta's got that. I shuffled after Justice, who was leaving the room via a cold metal door in the wall. Why was everything metal? Didn't they have enough money for plants at all? That would remind me of Katniss.
As Justice and I walked through the corridors, my mind wandered to Katniss. Would I ever see her beautiful face again? Was she alright? Was District 12 alright? It was my entire fault. I sighed dejectedly, and then looked up. We had stopped.
"In here, Peeta." Justice said. He looked pained, and I smiled in my head, thinking not all Capitol people were evil. Some were just doing their duty. I obediently walked in and looked around. Where was the council? A television screen flickered on to one side of the wall and I stared. Some council members glared at me, and then a voice in the background said: "Proceed." I recognized that voice. It was President Snow.
And then came the buzzing. The buzzing everywhere. I looked around nervously, trying to find the source of the sound. It sounded like…Tracker Jackers. One sting could cause you to go mad, have hallucinations, or even erase your memory, Old Billy the goat man back in District 12 had warned me.
A swarm of glittery hornets flew in from niches in the wall and it took all I had not to scream. There were hundreds and hundreds of them. Nice to look at, not to touch. I stood frozen on the spot, and squeezed my eyes shut tight. I was going to die here. At least it was me and not Katniss. A last word, a last memory.
"I, Peeta Mellark, love you, Katniss Everdeen." I whisper, and try to remember every single beautiful memory I have of Katniss Everdeen, the girl who hunts, as the Tracker Jackers descend on me. One of them stabs its stinger onto the bare skin on my forearm and I scream. Do this for Katniss. I think, before I pass out, Katniss' face the only one I can see.
Pretty sad... I'm a Team Peeta because I think guys who bake and survive the Hunger Games are doubly awesome! :D Review, PLEASE! See ya!