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I am no stranger to the process of regaining consciousness, it's as if each of your senses are pieces of a puzzle that become disoriented in unconsciousness and slowly fall back into place as you come back to reality. The first piece you usually regain is your hearing and in this circumstance there is no difference, I can hear the noises around me gradually become louder as the effects of the gas wear off. Then comes the recovery of your sensation of touch with unfortunately brings with it a reminder of all the pain you body forgot it was in. I presume that your taste and smell return after this point but for me the restoration of sight always is last, probably due to the fact that even when I have the ability to reopen my eyes I chose to keep them shut. I can notice the distinct differences between the after effects of the gas compared to those of the sedative which I'm used to; this time I have no trouble in thinking clearly, my muscles don't feel weak and my recovery is almost instantaneous. I open my eyes and it acts as a cue for three close by medics to immediately rush over to me.

"Peeta how are you feeling?" the shortest of the three asks me as they position me so that I am sitting up.

My body stiffens at their touch and this causes a chorus of reassurances from all three of them.

"You have nothing to worry about Peeta, you're safe now."

"We are going to look after you."

"Don't worry you're not in the Capitol Peeta, you're in district 13 now."

They grab me again, checking my vitals but I'm too preoccupied considering what one of them said about being district 13 that I barely take notice of them. District 13? But how was that possible? Did they bring me here to kill me? I remember looking into Gale's face before I blacked out, why didn't he just do his masters bidding and kill me there? My body begins to tense and I feel the need to make an escape but that idea is halted as a blinding light is shone directly into my pupils. I wince and a throw my legs over the side of the bed but I am stopped from moving further as the light returns.

"Peeta calm down, you're safe here."

"We are just checking if the gas has left any negative effects on you."

"Just hold still this will be over soon."

The light travels for side to side and my eyes instinctively follow it, I feel a tap on my kneecap as one of them tests my reflexes while the other monitors my pulse. When my eyes recover from the light they scan desperately around the room, looking for some means of escape but instead they fix on something else. There she is, only meters away from me, Katniss Everdeen in the flesh. For a moment I consider whether my mind is playing tricks on me again but the more I stare at her the more the disbelief vanishes, it's her all right. With one clean swipe I push all three medics out of my way and leap off the bed so I stand to be the same height as her. I actually feel my blood begin to boil with hatred as I look at her but yet I don't move, I stand still and observe her from a distances, like a predator contemplating what will be the best way to end the life of his prey. She moves toward me, as she comes closer I see that she isn't the clawed and fanged mutt from my memories but as she draws nearer and extends her arms I know that she readies herself for an attack. She probably thinks that this will be easy; that she will catch me off guard like the fool I was in the past but not this time, this time I know what she is capable of, this time I know what I need to do. "Katniss…" I hear the hiss again and it awakens every ounce of strength I have left in me. She is almost directly in front of me when her mouth begins to open and I know that the mutt is about to bare it's fangs and go in for the kill. My hands clasp tightly around her throat and a look of terror fills her evil eyes, she wasn't expecting this… I apply all the pressure my hands are capable of and I can feel them close in on her larynx and block her airway. I can vaguely hear voices shouting but I am too focused on looking at the desperation in the mutt's eyes and the life drains from them… She is almost finished, my life is almost free from her destructive presence but next thing I register is a solid blow to my right temple and then once again everything fades to black.

The time spent being unconscious from being physically knocked is obviously inferior to that spent after being drugged because I can't have been out for more than an hour. As soon as my eyes open they search for Katniss but to my irritation she is nowhere to be seen, I was so close but I didn't get to finish her off. I disregard the throbbing in temple and attempt to identify who caused it but my eyes only recognize Haymitch who is yelling at another man but as soon as he sees that I am conscious he directs his bellow at me.

"What the hell did you think you were doing boy? You almost killed her!"

I redirect my irritation and I move to attack him, the man who chose the mutt over me again and again, who left me for dead in the arena twice and the capitol. I am furious when I realize I can't move my arms because they are handcuffed behind my back and I yell so loudly that I drown out all the other voices of medics around me.

"You have some serious explaining to do" I hear Plutarch Heavensbee's voice says angrily and I am about to give a cruel retort when I realize that his words weren't directed at me.

"I scarified my life and the lives of a group of soldiers to rescue a prisoner who almost killed our Mockingjay!" the man Haymitch was yelling at pipes in and I recognize him to be the culprit behind my aching temple.

I struggle against my handcuffs angrily, trying to make my way toward him when hands grab my arms and hold me back.

"I didn't know that he was going to try and kill her! I knew they had messed with his head but I had no idea it was to this extent," a defensive female voice snaps back and the owner of it shocks me.

Ivy stands a couple of feet in front of me glaring at Plutarch. What the hell was Ivy doing here? My confusion grows as strong as the anger within me and I stop struggling against the hands holding me back to try and make sense of the situation.

"Well maybe you should have given some warning when you contacted us, ordering that we listen to you and rescue the boy and withdraw our spies" my attacker says as he stands by Plutarch's side,

"Now you listen to me. I did you all a favor. Ever since Peeta saved the lives of everyone in your district with his warning Snow became suspicious of how his prisoner received such classified information. Snow was checking all of his workers and if it wasn't for me Snow would have found them out and all of your men would have been publically executed." Ivy holds herself strong and her words are forceful, she isn't the slightest bit intimidating by either of the men confronting her.

"I think we can all agree that the girl has done us a solid, if it wasn't for her contribution we might not have managed to bring all of the prisoners and our men back alive. So I think what we should be focusing on now is establishing an explanation to why this boy" Haymitch points his unsteady finger at me, "just tried to kill the girl he has been in love with for most of his life."

Haymitch's words set off the anger within me again and I resume my struggling.

"Well that I can help you with" Ivy says confidently and she glances at me before she resumes speaking, "Antecestoxin is a venom that is designed to specially target the amygdala, the part of the human brain most predominately involved in fear production."

"Also the venom that can be found in a tracker jackers sting." Beetee's voice interrupts; up until now I hadn't noticed his presence in the room.

"Exactly. It can be used to evoke a person's worst fears so vividly that it can distort accurate memories so they are replaced with fearful ones… it is basically liquid fear conditioning."

I see a frown cross Plutarch's face, "I'm not following. What has this got to do with the boy?"

"It's called Hijacking, they have purposely poisoned his memories and thoughts of Katniss with so much terror that he has developed a fear of her so excessive that he would try and kill her," Ivy says impatiently, as if she was frustrated that they couldn't figure this out for themselves.

Looks of doubt and skepticism are displayed across many of the faces in the room including my own, Ivy sounds insane, no one has been messing with my head… I would have noticed… All I can think about is the need to find Katniss and finish what I started.

"And how do we know this for sure?" says the cold voice of lady standing with two guards at her side.

"Yes, I have heard of hijacking before but never have I heard of it actually being administered. How do we know this is what they have done to Peeta?" Beetee asks pushing his glasses towards his forehead.

Ivy looks at me regretfully, her green eyes full of sorrow. "Because I helped them do it."

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