Katniss's POV

Dumbfounded by finding the kitchen filled with no scent of eggs and waffles and seeing no sight of a blonde haired, blue eyed figure, I trudge back into the bedroom, slipping on a pair of pajama pants which I failed to pull on last night before collapsing in bed.

He must be downstairs.

My mind concludes as I decide to open the front door leading out into the hallway. It doesn't matter what happened between us, it's important that I find him now. We will never survive this on our own in the Capital. We are all each other have here.

Feeling relieved I spot his figure hurrying towards me from the elevators and I find his arms engulfing me in a tight hug.

"Hey," I say.

"I'm sorry if I-" I start.

"It doesn't matter. I have to-to tell you something. I have a feeling their isn't much time." Peeta explains, his eyes clouded with fear. My eyebrows furrow.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I can't explain everything to you. But I made a decision without you. I'm sorry, but it had to happen. And now... " He hands grip my upper arms.

Engaged by the panic in his voice, I stare up at him, my senses alert.

"What decision? Peeta... what did you do?" I ask fearfully.

He shakes his head.

"I don't have time to explain. But all I wanted to tell you is that it's going to be okay. Don't worry about me and just keep on doing the interviews and parties and stuff like we've always done." He tells me hastily, looking behind him as if anticipating something horrific.

"I don't understand. What do you mean?" I ask, my voice thick with worry.

The elevator dings quietly down the hall and Peeta's head whips around.

"Oh God."

"Peeta?"

He grips me harder, pulling me close to him once more.

"I'm sorry. I know you hate it, but I love you." He whispers into my ear. I am startled.

"Why would you think I-"

Hard footsteps sound behind him. I look over his shoulders, Peacekeepers march towards us.

"Peeta. Peeta what are they doing?" I ask hastily, feeling my heart beat rapidly.

He releases me, backing up and turning towards the men in white. One holds a club and the other unclamps a heavy pair of handcuffs.

"No, what are you doing to him?" I cry as they bound his hands, preparing to hit him with the club should he struggle. But he doesn't. He remains calm, handing himself over to them.

"Quiet girl. You'll wake the others." One commands, pushing Peeta's head downwards as his blonde locks drape over his face. I look around at the other doors surrounding us before quickly meeting my gaze with the Peacekeepers and Peeta.

They turn and begin to push him down to the elevator. I run to keep up with them as they march swiftly with Peeta's arms held tight by each gloved hand.

"No! No, I won't let you take him! He hasn't done anything wrong!" I protest, attempting to grab Peeta away from them, but they are strong and push me away when I try to clasp my hands around Peeta's.

"Get away. You have no business with him anymore."

"I suggest that you leave." The younger, more agile one commands as they wait for the lift.

I shake my head, incredibly confused. These are Snow's men. Snow wants Peeta and I to be together, so why are they separating us?

Peeta remains quiet as I ignore their responses, continuing to argue with them as I try to yank him away from them.

"No, I'm not leaving. Let him go!" I yell, my anger rising. I have no idea what's going on nor what they are doing, but I don't want Peeta getting arrested.

"Let go of him!" I repeat, hitting the older Peacekeeper in the arm with my fist. He turns and forces me away more harshly. I feel myself fall to the ground with a thud.

"No! Please, don't touch her. She's just-just upset." Peeta speaks up for the first time, making an excuse for me. I narrow my eyes at him, forcing myself off of the ground. His eyes become filled with pity as I stare at him. Frustration waves over me.

Peeta Mellark can give me a lot of looks, but he cannot give me that one.

"You release him now. Now," I say through gritted teeth, clenching my fists.

Sliding doors part and they step into the elevator without another word.

"No!"

The door attempts to close, but I force it open with my hands, pushing myself inside before the older Peacekeeper takes out his club and smacks it over my head, wearing an indifferent expression like he's dealt with screaming teenage girls before.

I fall back against the side of the lift as we ascend downwards, my mind spinning like a top as the scenery of city buildings flashes out the window, speeding upwards. Peeta's shouts fill the air. My left temple sears with pain as blood drips into my eyes. My vision goes black around the edges and I momentarily go out of consciousness.

My eyes soon squint open once again as I make out the velvet lobby floors and glass doors leading out into the city. Somebody grips my upper arm and drags me onto the sidewalk outside of the Hotel. Peeta yells my name and my head turns slowly in his direction. I make out his face white with fear against his electric blue eyes as they force him into a foreign car. It drives off down an alleyway where the morning sun's rays haven't hit yet.

"No..." I moan quietly.

Why are they doing this? Why do they separate us again? We did everything Snow said. What did we do wrong?

My vision blurs again as two footsteps walk steadily towards me.

"Where do you want her, sir?" The person holding my arm behind me speaks in a clear voice. I think it's the younger Peacekeeper.

"With him. She's caused enough trouble as it is. I should have killed the both of them the moment they stepped off that hovercraft. But... I might as well enjoy the pleasure of... taking care of them while they're here." President Snow growls, his voice horrifyingly familiar as usual.

"Her crime then?"

"Treason. The only reason she was spared during her trial was because of Mr. Mellark. They are both criminals to the Capital now."

With a terrible yank of my hair, I am hauled into a car, my eyes rolling back into my head.

A/N: Just a little preview for the chapter following this one, I will be finally switching over to a District Thirteen overview of what's going on over there now that this is going down in the Capital. It shouldn't be series of chapters, just one or two from someone in Thirteen's point of view every once in a while. Ultimately, Peeta and Katniss are my main focus right now. Hope you all enjoy! I should update before Thanksgiving-so stay tuned!