A/N: Sorry I didn't update on Wednesday or over the weekend. I'm updating from my grandma's computer and she has a different computer than me so sorry if there are more errors than usual in this chapter. I love you guys. Especially if you review.
Welcome to your life
there's no turning back
even while we sleep
"Peeta," He keeps turning and running away from me. I won't hurt him. Will I? "Stop!" I narrowly miss the wall blocking my view from Peeta. "Please! Wait!" His head turns toward me and I can't help but scream. His eyes aren't eyes anymore; they are snakes. His mouth is just a small line of stitches. His nose seems to be missing.
"Not who you were looking for, huh little girl?" A soft, cruel, amused hiss enters my ear. I scream and jump turning around as I do so. There he is. How did he get here? He was just there? "We are everywhere and always will be. We watch your every move and kill your loved ones. We will destroy you." I scream and scream and scream as Peeta - or this creature - pulls a long, thin knife from his pocket and presses it to my neck. "You will die, and so will your loved ones."
"No, please! Don't hurt them!" I whimper, but he already snapped his fingers, summoning my family. They stand there, looking dumbfounded. One of the other Peetas walks up to them. Straight at my mother. I don't care if my mom went into depression, I still love her. "MOM!"
I wake up, gasping and screaming, unable to stop. Arms wrap around me from behind and a sweet voice whispers something into my ear. The strong grip seems to settle me down. When I turn, Finnick is there. I shake his grip off me; he needs to stop that. "Would you stop with that?"
"With what?" He looks and sounds utterly confused and hurt.
"With the comforting! You must have an ulterior motive. You can't possibly think that I will be able to comfort you back. I can't. Just you-you need to stop."
Finnick gets up and walks swiftly to his bed and stays there. With him gone and his arms not wrapped around me, I can think. What happened yesterday? I passed out right? I went out with my vision red. I remember that. My body felt like it was being ripped apart, my skin shredding, my bones stretching. My body feels on fire right now. My legs and arms seem to be pretending to be jelly.
"I don't have an ulterior motive." Finnick's soft voice can be heard over the pounding in my ears. "I did it because I care!" His voice suddenly rising. "I care about you and I can't change those feelings no matter how hard I try!" Then his voice drops, "I repeat over and over to myself that I love Annie not you. But those feelings for her keep leaving. They come creeping in for you. I can't deny it. I can't and for that I am utmost sorry."
"Mr. Odair. Come. Your turn. You can have Miss Mason back." A smirking peacekeeper says. He seems to be the leader of the pack with at least five others surrounding him. They throw Johanna into the room and Finnick being in his own world doesn't move to catch her. With me thinking Finnick was going to catch her, I have to sprint like I did in the games to get to her before she lands on the floor. Johanna lands safely in my arms, but still weighs more than me so her weight drags me to the ground with her in my lap.
Finnick, seeming to be drawn into this time period again, gets up and walks out of the room, very calm and eerily. All I can do is stare as he walks off. He has feelings for me?
"I am sorry, Katniss." Jo's quiet whisper draws my attention back to her.
I shake my head frantically, "He wants information on something I don't know. I'm not sure about you guys and what you know, but I know nothing. He is going to use me as a tool to kill the person I care about," I start convulsing then, a terrible vicious voice coming through. Its sound rips through my body and manipulates my vocal cords. "That mutt. I don't care about him! He is a damn mutt and I must kill him. I must. I don't care about him! Why-" Johanna never found out what I was going to say next because I slumped lifelessly under her and fell into oblivion.
*****LINE BREAK*******TO NIGHTMARE LAND*******LINE BREAK******NIGHTMARES!******
"Now, Katniss. You will watch as I kill your loved ones. You will not scream. Do you understand?" That creature is back again, pretending to be Peeta. I nod, nevertheless.
He turns back and stabs the knife straight through my mother's heart and pulls it back out with his knife. He smirks at the sight of it. One of the others comes and grabs the knife and puts it in a pile identical to that one. Where did those come from? When?
He is in front of Haymitch - Haymitch? - now. Before I can even act out against him being killed, the knife is plunged through his chest. Somehow that I didn't even notice, I am tied up on the chair, I can't move. That's when I remember the knife Haymitch put in my sleeve for good measure. I tip my arm up so the knife slides down, cutting one of my wrists bounds. I grab the knife and cut the other side. I quickly look up and see one of the creatures collecting Haymitch's heart, as it had been riddled with liquor because Haymitch's liver was already useless, as was every other organ except his heart. He eventually started to get his heart pumping liquor instead of oxygen and blood. Not one of the creatures is looking at me. Both of my feet come undone with me just moving them a little bit. When I am about to strike, Gale's heart is drawn out from his body. That thing is grabbing a knife when I lunge, my knife outstretched. I land squarely on his back. He, fortunately, runs around the room, allowing me to kill every single one of the creatures. I move so I can stab him and swing the knife forward with so much force it goes all the way through his chest, leaving a hole instead of a heart. He slumps down, bringing me with him. "PRIM!"
"Katniss!" I sprint towards her when suddenly a glass case surrounds her, blocking me from her. My hand beats on the glass unconsciously. I need to get in there! That's when the fog slowly comes toward her. The fog from my last games. It doesn't surround her though. It moves slowly, putting her in agony. Her hands first, gone. Her feet. The fog literally eats up her hands. Her arms, covered in blisters, as are the rest of her body, until she gets enough of it in her system that she slumps down in the chair, dead.
"NO!"
"Now, now, Katniss, what did I tell you about screaming?" That voice sounds amused. Amused at my sister's death. Amused at my pain. Amused that he gets to torture me before I go because I screamed. He comes forward with a knife. He slowly, torturously cuts a shallow line in my throat. The blood drips down my neck tauntingly. He then starts cutting in the same line again, making it deeper. He leans his face close to mine. The stitches are the things in view, not the snakes. How does he talk?
"Katniss. Wake up. Katniss." He shakes my body, startling me. I close my eyes, not wanting to see him anymore. "Brainless, open your eyes." Brainless. Johanna! I fling my eyes open. There she is. Leaning over me, a dripping bucket in her hands. "I tried to wake you with water, sorry about getting you wet." There must be fear in my eyes, seeing my family die and almost dying myself - well, not like I didn't get enough of that in the games - is terrible. "Relax, Prim is alive. Snow wouldn't dare hurt her, even if she, I don't know, wore last year's fashion trend." That makes me smile.
"He killed them." The smile vanishing from my face. All the hate I feel for him I pour in the single sentence.
"Who? Wait, nevermind, don't answer that, I don't want you freaking out like that again. I thought you were dying. You gave me a scare. Do you think this is supposed to happen? Is this just side effects of the hijacking like Finnick said? Or maybe your body is rejecting it and that is what is causing this?"
"I think it is probably side effects. Because when I start going into that mode I see Peeta and the scenes they showed me and feel contempt for him. Intense hate that makes me want to murder him."
"Oh," You can hear the disappointment in Johanna's voice. "Just promise me you will try as hard as you can when you see him not to kill him."
"I promise." Then a thought hits me. "Jo, do you think he has moved on over me? We have been gone for how long? He has Annie over there. Finnick did once say that she is beautiful."
"No! That boy is head over heels for you! Six months I believe. What would make you think that he moved on from you?"
"Johanna, Finnick told me he had feelings for me." I mumble.
"He did what?" She screeches, jumping out of her bed. She looks literally surprised. I thought she knew. I explain everything he said to me and she just nods along with the words.
"Well, what do you feel?" She eventually asks.
"I don't know. Even if they get this stuff out of my system in 13 I don't think I will ever be able to love Peeta again. With those images flashing through my eyes so much. If I ever loved him I can't be with him. It would be putting him in danger. I love Finnick and you and Peeta and I just don't know what to do!"
"I would say whoever you cannot survive without in the end would be who you choose."
"Thanks Jo." She nods. When she opens her arms out for me, I crawl into them and wrap my arms around her. We fall asleep like that, holding each other like sisters who would fall out without their other half.
That night all the scenes flash before my eyes. Johanna, Finnick, Beetee, Gale, Prim, mom, Posy, Rory, Vick, Hazelle, Haymitch, Greasy Sae, everyone I know, being brutally, viciously murdered by that evil, mutt. He is a mutt! He is a mutt! Why does no one else believe me? He intends to rip us all apart with his claws. He will be joyous when he sees us bruised, bloody, on the floor, and dead. I can feel for him is hate. I can't even draw back that sensible part of me that loves him. She is gone. I will never be able to draw her back. Gone. Dead. Mutt. Bruised. Bloody. Hate. Love. Hate. Gone. Dead.
A/N: PLEASE! REVIEW! Reviews make me smile. Again, sorry for the sucky chapter. I will try posting on Wednesday, but I might not. I am trying to stick to the schedule. Monday is most likely the only day I can basically tell you I will be posting a chapter for at least one of my stories on Monday. BASICALLY! DOES NOT MEAN FOR SURE PEOPLE! HAHA:) CATCHING FIRE WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! EVERY ONE OF THE ACTORS AND ACTRESSES DESERVED AN OSCAR. Bye, I love you guys. Please review. Does it like move too fast? I'm trying with the nightmares but they are nightmares so they are going to be typed differently.