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Chapter 2; Undeserved Fate
Peeta's POV
The cellar was cold and musty, I felt pure terror at the sound of thumping footsteps. He's coming I thought. The chains stung my bleeding wrists, because out of a fit of anger I tried to escape. The door to my cell opened and a shadowy figure walked in. "Hello." I flinched at the sound of his voice. 'What. Do. You. Want. Snow." I muttered in response. "Just passing through." After he finished his sentence I felt a cold stinging feeling in my arm for the hundredth time. The Venom. A video was being projected on a nearby tv, it was a scene from the 75th Hunger Games. I shook violently at what I saw, the horrible images, the blood, the violence, and worst of all, it was all actions by Katniss.
I heard terrified screams of pain, but I couldn't tell if they were real or not. I tensed, hoping I was the only one who had been captured. I hoped that the screams were only in my imagination, or a result of the venom that had been injected into my arm. The room started spinning and I was getting dizzy, and I felt nauseous. I felt like throwing up, but I hadn't eaten in days, maybe weeks. I coughed instead, and this was probably worse because I felt a warm liquid in the back of my throat. Blood.
My mind was racing, filled with random thoughts because after a while I heard footsteps leaving the room. I hoped he was gone, so I spoke. I wasn't exactly sure to who, but it was comforting. "I-I'll never become your mutt." my throat ached, but in the end, it filled me with a growing sense of hope. But that's when he replied… "Oh Mr. Mellark, you have no idea what I'm capable of. And if you think for one second you won't give in to me, then, you are sadly mistaken." I felt terror, terror so strong.
For the first time since the 74th Hunger Games, I was scared for myself, what would happen if I kept resisting.
I heard light footsteps, and then he was gone. I was left alone with my chains, breathing, and hallucinated thoughts. I felt myself weeping and I heard a sinister chuckle, and I assumed it was Snow. I was left alone in a state of fear and confusion. I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing because I could no longer decipher the difference between real and fake.
I was no a Capitol weapon, ready for use at any moment. I hated myself at what I had become, I had become what I never wanted to become. The Hunger Games caused this and I let it happen, I sat by and let it happen. I wanted to hurt myself, I wanted to die. I pulled my wrists from the wall, fully conscious of what I was doing. More blood came running down my wrists and I let out an enormous scream.