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The Rescue.

Peeta's POV:

It's been about a month, since I've been taken from everything I remember. It's getting harder to remember small things like Katniss's face. It's the one thing I should remember but it's getting harder and harder.

Day in and day out, it's the same thing every day. Most days, in the beginning I was harder to get used to the schedule. The chief has made it clear he's willing to do anything to get information from me.

It's the morning right now, I won't eat for another couple hours. I try to roll over on the cold stone floor. But all my muscles tense and the open sores on my back feel like their being ripped open.

I hear the heavy footsteps coming down the hall and I groan loudly. "GET UP MELLARK!" The man yells as he enters my cage. I struggle to stand but when I do he pushes me from my cell. "We have a little treat for you today.."

He pushes me into a room, with a chair with straps on it. It looks like a chair someone was killed on, maybe their finally gonna do it. They put me in the chair and strap me down tightly and sit me in front of a window. At first I hear someone singing, I recognize this voice. A projection appears on the wall and it's her, It's Katniss. She's sitting by a creek with what was once our propo team. She singing a song I know all too well, the hanging tree.

My face stays blank as I watch her silently. She lets a few tears fall. "Where a dead man called out for his love to flee.." Her lip quivers and she stops singing. "I'm sorry.." She whispers. She looks back into the camera. "Peeta.. I don't know where you are, who your with, but I need you to know I'm looking for you. It might take a while, but please don't give up. Stay strong, for me. I'll be right here when you get back, always."

Tears stream down my face so fast that I shake my head to try and disperse them. I wish she would have said I love you. But I know she couldn't, she would have never seen me again then. Everyone would have known I was her weakness. "Now comes the good part." A deep voice booms through a microphone says. The window ahead of me becomes transparent and shoes a small body in tan clothes with a bag over their head. A lifeless man rips the bag off the persons body. Almost instantly I start to scream their name kicking and thrashing in my chair.

"PRIM! PRIM NO. STOP. DONT HURT HER PLEASE, DO IT TO ME. DONT HURT HER YOU MONSTERS!"

Chief appears  at the door snickering. "I see we have found yet another weakness. First Katniss, now her younger sister. Is there anyone you won't protect.?"  I keep silent. "For a man so great with words you seem to be lacking them.."

"I wouldn't want to say anything that would make you hurt her more.." I say quietly. "I'm just asking once, please let her go. Or keep her with me in my cell, you can beat me twice as long."

He seems to like that idea. "Brilliant idea.."

I'm unstrapped from the chair and chained to the wall. They handcuff poor Prim's arms to the wall to watch. The strongest man they have takes a whip and slashes it across my back hard. I grimace in pain and pull my fists into tight balls. The lashing comes for much longer than usual, since I'm getting twice the punishment.

After about ten hits my shirt is ripped entirely and laying on the floor in shreds. I look to Prim sometimes and catch her sad eyes. I shake my head and take another lashing.

When their finally done, they unhook us both and I fall straight onto my back. I scream in severe pain, she shrieks and bends down flipping me over. "You shouldn't have done that.." She says. "I've been here longer and taken more beatings you could count. One more wouldn't have hurt."

"I wasn't going to stand by and let them do that to you. I had no idea you were here. I'm so sorry." I whisper.

She wraps her frail arms around me and whimpers as we hug. "How is Katniss?" She asks.