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I hear gunfire. Shouting. More gunfire.

Someone bursts in my room. Grey eyes meet my blue ones.

"Gale?" I mutter.

"Guys, he's over here!" Gale yells out the door. He turns back to face me. "We're here to rescue you, Peeta. We're bringing you to District 13. You're going to be safe now."

"You're…rescuing me?" I ask hesitantly.

Gale looks at me with a confused look on his face. I realize I must look like a mess, completely black and blue covered in a coating of dried blood and tears. Surprisingly, his face suddenly becomes full of sympathy, and his eyes even become watery as he notices my emaciated and broken body. "What did they do to you, bread boy?" I clench my fists and look away.

He clears his throat. "Peeta, we are breaking you out. We need to move NOW. We already got out Johanna and Annie."

"Annie?" I ask, still looking away.

"Annie Cresta, Finnick's girl. Come on, we need to go NOW!" He shouts as gunfire roars through the hallway.

I'm too weak to move. Everything is happening too fast. The events of the previous day rush back to the front of my brain. My mind can't comprehend what is happening. Portia is dead, because of me. No. Because of Katniss. That mutt. I feel like my legs are about to give out underneath me.

Gale notices my hesitation and rushes towards me. He throws me over his shoulder and starts to run down the hall. I remain limp, too weak to fight back. I hope he's not taking me to her. She'll kill me. That's all she wants to do. Kill me. Then another thought crosses my mind. If he is taking me to her, that makes it even easier for me to end her life myself. I'll play along.

Gale bursts through the doors to the outside. The sun blinds my eyes. I haven't seen the sun in I don't know how long. Weeks? Months? I barely see a hovercraft waiting just above us through my squinting eyes. A ladder drops down, and Gale urges me to climb. I climb as fast as I can with Gale right on my tail. With each step, my whole body aches. Somehow I make it into the hovercraft and collapse on the floor.

Johanna rushes over to me. She looks beaten and bruised, and her hair has been shaved since I saw her being tortured that one night. She holds me tight, pressing her lips to my ear. "I heard your screams every night, Peeta. Every night. But it's ok now. We're leaving. We're going to be safe," she whispers. I didn't even know I had been screaming that often. Huh. She seems to be a lot more mentally stable than I am, that's for sure.

"I'm glad you're safe," I tell her honestly.

I look over to another woman, who must be Annie. She seems to be in her own world, just staring out the window. Other than her extreme thinness, she doesn't look too harmed.

I go and look through the window of the hovercraft with her. On the ground, I see a figure. Snow. I can make out a smile on his thin lips as the hovercraft carries me further and further away.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Gale looking at me.

"Peeta…" he begins. He must not know what to say. I'm not really sure what to say either, so I say the only thing I can think of.

"Thank you for rescuing me, Gale."

He just nods his head, staring at the ground. He takes a big inhale, as if what he says next will take a lot of effort. "You were always the best of us, Peeta. I hope the Capitol didn't change that." He looks into my eyes. I avert my gaze, finding sudden interest in the dirty floor. Gale continues anyways. "It was always you. She loves you." With that he walks away.

I pace back and forth, unable to control my thoughts. I vaguely remember wanting to help people, wanting to do whatever I could for the people I loved. That's the thing, though - there's nobody left that I love. The old Peeta, whoever he was, is dead. He was murdered the second Katniss' knife pierced his father's heart. I now understand what Johanna said in the arena during the Quell about having nobody left to care about. However, there is one difference between me and her. That difference is how we lost the ones we love. Snow was the one to kill Johanna's family. Katniss killed mine.

Katniss. Thinking of her runs a shiver down my spine. Why it does, I'm not sure. And I'm far too tired and weak to figure it out. I sit down in one of the seats. Rage involuntarily builds inside of me, but I try to control it. None of the people on this hovercraft are responsible. I shouldn't take it out on them. Only Katniss. Katniss needs to pay. I need to kill her before she harms anyone else I love. I need to make my father, the only one who was ever there for me, proud. And the only way to do that is to kill his murderer. I feel my cheeks burn with anger and my fingers curl into shaking fists.

I'm too weak to harbor all of the anger I feel swelling inside of me. I curl up as much as I can in one of the seats, and immediately fall into the deepest sleep I've had in a long time.

xxxxx

I wake up on a medical table. We must be in District 13. A doctor comes in and runs a few tests. He asks me a few questions, but I think he understands that I don't want to talk about the details of my torture. I can't. He leaves me alone, still connected to the machines that are monitoring my body.

Snow promised never to lie to me, and I believed him. Which means everything he said was true. Katniss killed my family. She tried to kill me. I've seen it. I must kill her to prevent her from harming anyone else again. I need to avenge my family, and now I can. I am being taken right to Katniss. Right to the mutt herself. My mind is set, my anger and rage blinding me from everything else, giving me a single goal: kill Katniss. The monitor attached to my body beeps as my heart rate picks up. Must be the excitement in knowing I will soon get revenge. I smile. Now I'm glad that Snow didn't kill me. Sure, it would have been an escape, but Katniss would still be alive. She would still be able to destroy people's lives. I won't let that happen. I find myself thanking Snow for keeping me alive. Sure, what he did to me was awful and I hate him for it. But he did give me one thing. He gave me the ability to see through Katni- that mutt's filthy lies. He gave me the information I needed to assure that killing her was the right thing to do.

I feel the need to grip her throat. I feel the need to hear her scream. Her screaming is what calmed me down at night, putting my troubled mind at rest. I feel the need to see blood seeping from the wounds that I will give to her. I feel the need to kill her slowly, watching the light leave her eyes. I grind my teeth together in anticipation as I imagine all the possible ways I can make that filthy mutt suffer. I will get my revenge. I will avenge my father, and I will make him proud.

I hear a girl shouting my name in the hallway. I recognize that voice. Katniss. A whirlwind of emotions blast through me. I have a sudden urge to call her name, to pull her into my arms, to kiss her soft lips. That feeling quickly passes, however, as the image of her plunging a knife into my father's chest surfaces in my mind. She doesn't love me. I need to avenge my father. The sooner she gets here, the sooner I can wrap my fingers around that throat of hers and squeeze until her heart stops beating. I know what's real now. She killed everyone I loved. President Snow helped me see that.

I now know that the promise Snow made me, the promise that he would only tell me the truth, was the greatest gift he could have ever given.

Katniss continues to shout my name and I hear her running towards my door, followed by several other footsteps which I assume belong to doctors. Good, they can watch me kill her. Then they can learn the truth too. The footsteps quickly grow louder and louder until they seem to be right outside.

"Peeta!" Katniss shouts again. This is it. She's finally going to pay. My heart feels like it's beating out of its chest as my vision starts to become clouded and shiny.

The door bursts open.

End.


Well, there you have it. That's the end of this fanfic, sorry if it got a little intense in the last few chapters. I intended this to be a "fill in the blank" type story, meaning I tried to write this particular part of Mockingjay we didn't get to read about, without affecting the ending of the trilogy too much. So if you've read the trilogy, which I'm assuming you have or else you just ruined a hell of a lot by reading this fanfic, you know how everything ends. I tried to include a few hints that appear later on in Mockingjay, such as how Johanna's fear of water began (the water and electrocution torture, which is mentioned in the book). I also tried to mimic the confusion Peeta is feeling through the narration, without it being too broken and confusing so I didn't lose you, the reader, in his jumbled mess of a brain. Hope you enjoyed it.

-Composinkid

Ps. You guys remember Avril Lavigne's "Happy Ending," right? Listen to it while thinking about the ending of the first book. It kind of fits perfectly for how Peeta felt...

Pps. I'm working on another idea for a story, not sure if I'm going to even write it or how long it will take. Depends on if I get inspired enough :P