I hate the format. So do you? Well sue me. Don't actually sue me...You won't get much. Just my laptop. Ha.

I am mildly impressed with last time's format. It didn't look as ugly. It keeps getting better, I suppose. I'm beginning writing on 3/29/13. So in other words, this won't be uploaded until like 4/23/13. As in, next

Month. I'm hoping. Hehehe. Thank you to any loyal readers who have stuck with my inconsistency. Or to anyone who has read this story, words cannot begin to express my complete gratitude. I thank you, :]

A/N AT BOTTOM! LIKE ALWAYS!

ON WITH THE STORY!

Well...I can't really put a recap quote. Considering the last time I wrote it was a nightmare. In other words, she had a nightmare. So now she's waking up. M'kay.

Katniss POV.

I awake in a cold sweat. My dreams are usually horrible...But that one took a toll. I'm visibly shaken. I wouldn't admit it, but the one this I want more than anything was Peeta's arms comforting me. Something I

couldn't have. Yet, still a sweet thought. I shut my eyes hard. Just pretending, blissfully, for just a moment. Pretending I'm not here. Pretending I'm not ice cold and suffering. Like most good things in my life, the

soothing feeling that crept in, fades away. Almost sadly, I open my eyes. The bright light shocks me, and I immediately recoil back. I'm sure I would have jumped, had I not been strapped to a cold metal

wall.

This wasn't the cell that belongs to Johanna and I. Carefully, I began studying the room, my hunting instinct coming alive. I have always needed to learn my surroundings. Although, there wasn't much to learn.

The walls were metal, the floor was metal. The entire room is empty, aside from myself. Or so I thought. "Finally we get to see those pretty eyes." A teasing voice purrs. The words might not have been

malicious, but there was a hidden meaning concealed within. I could feel that much. "Who the hell are you?" I spat, searching for the voice. "Looking for me?" A tall woman steps into my view. A clipboard in

tucked under her arm, dark hair twisted into a painfully tight bun. A sterile white coat and condescending look in her eyes. No doubt this woman was a doctor.

Not a healer like my mother, but a Capitol designed worker. "I am doctor Mindra Richards. According to your chart," She paused glancing at her clipboard, "You are Miss. Everdeen. Such a pleasure I assure you.

Anyway, you are here for your first Commandeer activation." Dr. Richards stated. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Simple terms? Well I intend on altering your memories a little. It's virtually painless. Minus the

stinging, mental disorientation, and assorted side affects. Believe it or not, we actually do not have much research on this. More or less an innocent trail and error, we'll be monitoring you closely however.

Couldn't risk you expiring early now could we?" Dr. Richards chuckled humorlessly.

I didn't understand. Things just weren't adding up. I guess I'll find out, considering her rapid approaching. She slipped a syringe out her pocket. The needle itself was a shinning silver, with a see through

section that held a strange yellow liquid. She poised above my right arm, before she cursed and backed away. "Where is that...Ugh. Must I do everything?" Dr. Richards spun on her heel and walked towards

the only exit in the room. Momentarily I was relieved, honestly believing she wouldn't come back. No such luck however, she came back in holding a remote. She clicked furiously on a few buttons before

anything started to work. A slim television emerged from the wall, almost materializing before my eyes. Was this her plan? Make me watch television to death?

She must have read my mind, as a sly smile crept across her thin lips. "Oh, I have a special program designed for you. We're going to show you that you're safe here. And hold still, this will only last a

minute." Dr. Richards sneered plunging the syringe into my arm and pressing the plunger. I didn't even have time to cry out before she turned away from me with the remote clicking a button as the television

sputtered to life. Whatever she injected into my arm was already having it's desired effect. I began sweating, my mind spinning, but the strangest part...The oddest sensation came over me. I began to believe

the soothing words Dr. Richards murmured to me. Hell, I wanted to believe them. All I have to do is watch the television.. That seems simple enough.

All fight drained out of me, as I slumped weakly against the metal table. My eyes glued to the screen. I recognized the program immediately, it was my own games.

"So tell me Peeta, your district partner. She's really something isn't she?" Claudias Templesmith chuckled, like he was reminiscing over some inside joke the two shared. Peeta glared at him, "Yeah. I hope it doesn't come

down to the two of us. I'd hate to have to kill her." He responds coolly. Claudias seems taken aback, "I thought you guys were an item? That would be so tragic, wouldn't it?" Claudias said, his voice hinting at something.

Peeta responds by shrugging, "Whatever. I suppose I could deal with that." He turns to look straight into the camera. His blue eyes are steel. His face carved from pure ice. His next words send shivers down my

spine. "I'd gladly kill her if I got the chance. And when I do, I assure you. I will. And that's my promise." His buzzer sounds, signifying the end of his interview.

My heart is beating insanely fast, leaping towards what I can only help is death. He wanted to kill me? Why didn't he then? Why did he pretend...

Dr. Richards presses another button starting the next clip.

I was wounded. My back pressed against a tree, my leg burned, my hands blistered. I had climbed about seventy feet off the ground, hoping to avoid the careers on the ground. Peeta was with them. I gasped as I

noticed, my eyes widening in pure shock. He just looked back at me, his mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Someone go after her." Glimmer stated, shifting her bow awkwardly. Cato attempted to climb the tree, but fell

cursing to the ground. Glimmer tried to shoot, only managing to lodge an arrow about ten feet below me. "Let her stay up there. She isn't going anywhere." Peeta sneered. The rest of them shrugged, and began settling

down to sleep. But not Peeta. He stayed close to the base of the tree. Once the careers fell asleep he began to climb the tree. I couldn't move, clearly held in place from a belt. With my injury, I wasn't going anywhere.

When did he learn to climb like this? He gripped my arm, painfully. "Now what do we have here?" He growled. I didn't say anything. I just stared in shock. "It would be tragic, wouldn't it," He paused, "If you fell. Don't you

think?" I nodded back. "Tragic." I agree, my voice cracking. "Aw, are you scared girl on fire?" He feigned a concerned glance. "Don't worry, I'm doing you a favor. You won't survive this." With a sudden movement, he

slashed the belt holding me in the tree and shoved me to the side. I clung desperately to the branch, struggling to gain footing. "My mother was right, twelve will have a victor. However it won't be you." He stabbed

downwards, into my hand. I instinctivly cried out, releasing the branch. I crashed down, hitting almost every branch. knocking over some type of nest as I screamed. I hit the ground as something cracked open nearby.

Screaming, and shouts of terror surround me. I must have slowed my fall, hitting those branches, because I survived. I'm wounded very badly, but limping away. Peeta's too high up to risk coming after me now. I notice

a few stings, but not much else. I collapse in a ditch.

I cannot help the shiver of terror that rolls over me. A lie. He only wanted to hurt me. Why? Could it be, none of it was real? Was it all for cameras? He promised not to lie to me. I'm overcome with a sense of

betrayal. I don't want to watch anymore, I can't. My entire body felt cold, like someone had ripped away my final hope. I have been there before, I'm familiar with the sensation. I won't lie, I don't love him, per

say. I would be a liar if I said I felt nothing. I'm so confused. Dr. Richards glanced at me. "See? Looks like you weren't correct. I'm honestly sorry you have to see this. We didn't want you to find out this way.

Your fellow tribute, Peeta Mellark is a mutt. We designed him in the Capitol." She waits for her words to sink in. "Wha-t?" I sputtered in disbelief. "Engineered in one of our labs. Care to see the mistakes?" Dr.

Richards drawled, sounding quite bored. I shook my head, "Engineered?" I asked, my voice trembling. She barked a laugh, "Yes you fool. Engineered. A mutt. One designed to kill you."

I froze. Her words weren't what scared me, the fact that I believed her is what sent chills down my spine.

Peeta Mellark is a Mutt. Designed to kill you.

Before I blacked out once again, I saw the very last video. One that wasn't part of the games, one that must have been filmed without us knowing. It had to of been, Neither of us seemed to be acting. Or

pretending. That's what scares me.

"It was for the games." Peeta stated, icily. My eyes widened in shock. Hurt displayed on my face. "How much of it was real?" I ask, "Better yet, what will be left when we get home?" I ask, painfully. "The truth. I don't

love you. I only decided to ally with you because of your sponsors. Besides, the entire 'star crossed lovers' is a bit overdone." He waves his hand dismissively. "What about all the kissing? What do you make of that?" I

ask defiantly. Peeta laughs, "Please. If I hadn't been so drugged up, it never would have happened. And I'm not sorry, so I'll say it one last time. I don't love you, and frankly, I never will. Regardless of the games." He

leaves the room.

Filthy stinking mutt. That's all he is.

A/N: Woah. This chapter was worse than I thought it would be. I AM SORRY. IT WILL GET BETTER. Hopefully. Technically we know so little about the Hijacking, besides the fact it makes you cray-cray. Because of

this, I am not accurate with the description. The good news is, I feel a rescue coming up. Maybe not next chapter, but possibly the one after it. And you know what a rescue means...REUNION. Anyone else

stoked? No? Awe. Incase anyone has not been warned, this IS A A/U MOCKINGJAY. So A LOT of MJ spoilers. Pretty much the exact same, but with positions switched. HOWEVER, not the roles. Well, you'll see.

ANNNND, I've decided to stop my fun facts. Not because I couldn't find any, but I just don't want to.

I'm lazy. Yep.

So instead, I'll have characters comment on the story.

Peeta: I don't like it.

Glim (Me): Awe. D: Why not?

Peeta: She's in pain D:

Katniss: Aw. It's okay, I'm fine. It's not really happening.

Peeta: I know, I just don't like to think about it. I would kill anyone who would try and take you from me.

Gale: *Backs away slowly*

Glim: Great. Say goodbye everyone!

Peeta & Katniss: Bye!

Gale: BABY COME BACK, YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON MEEE.

Katniss: Already do.

Peeta: Ha. Owned. Let's go skip into the sunset.

Katniss: Sure.

Glim: Yay!

K & P: Not you.

Glim: Rejected.

GET READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. I will probably be late with the next one. Real life problems...It's hard to explain. But I won't bring them on here, this isn't a diary. It's a site for writing. Thank you, my lovely reviewers & Viewers.