Hijacked - The Hunger Games

Chapter 18|You're Back

I lay awake at night, not having anybody to comfort me. My nightmares have been controlling me these past few weeks, and nobody has been here to help me with them.

To hold me at night.

I want him back. I want them both back. They were my first priorities. They were the ones I was supposed to protect.

And they were the ones who were taken.

A knock on my door startles me. To my surprise, it's Haymitch. I run over to him and give him a hug.

"What are you doing here? Where are the others?" I ask him.

"A lot of us in thirteen decided to come here. We thought it'd be safer, and more free. And we wanted to be with the rest of the group." He says, referring to me, Finnick, Gale, and the squad.

"They're going to rescue Peeta." He says.

I pause for a moment. Then it hits me.

"Really! When? How? What about Prim?" I ask frantically and excitedly.

"They can't rescue Prim until they are sure it's safe to. They said that it's called hijacking. They used tracker jacker venom on her. Did they attempt anything like that on you when you were in the Capitol?" He says.

I sigh. "Yes. They shoved a needle into my arm and showed me images of Peeta trying to kill me in many different ways. I just kept reminding myself that it wasn't real, and it didn't affect me."

"Well, it did affect Prim. And now she hates you, and may attempt to kill you. The venom causes unimaginable amounts of strength." He says.

I understand why they can't get her right away, but I'm still angry that they won't.

"When are they rescuing Peeta?" I ask.

"Now." He says.

I can't believe it. I'm getting my boy with the bread back.

The only time we kissed was that night a few days before we left. And that feeling I had is what I desire most right now.

"When will they get back?" I ask.

"Gah, so many questions." He says, but I see a hint of a smile on his face.

"It could be any time. They've safely carried Peeta out of the Capitol, and put him in the hovercraft. A fake ID and a disguise can do a lot." He says.

"One more question," I say. Haymitch sighs.
"Where are they coming in at?"

"The top floor is where everybody who wants to see him will be, but they're landing on the roof." He says.

Before I know it I am sprinting past people, going up stairs, racing to get to the love of my life. I need Peeta. I love him. He is the reason I am alive. He is the reason I want to be alive.

And I must get to him as soon as possible. For weeks I have longed for his arms. His strong, loving arms.

And how his hand fit perfectly in mine. It's like we were made for each other.

I find myself on the roof, and see a hovercraft with a number four on the side of it. I am literally jumping up and down. My heart is racing. My stomach has butterflies.

It lands and I sprint over to the doors. I stand there and wait. A few soldiers come out, and give me a nod of admiration, I think. Two soldiers come out beside a man. The man's eyes are black and his face is bruised. He seems really thin. His face is all beaten up.

Than I realize. "Peeta!" I screech. I run over to him and jump into his arms, being careful not to hurt him. "Peeta, I've missed you so much. Oh, Peeta. What have they done to you?" I sob. I'm crying so hard into his worn out shirt.

"I love you, Katniss. I'm fine. I love you." He repeats over and over again.

"I love you too, Peeta. So, so much." I cry.

After about five minutes of crying and hugging, I pull away. I stare into his blue eyes. They are the only part of his body that seem to be the same.

And I stare at those blue eyes, and I imagine a world without the games. Without the districts and Capitol and rebellion. A Place where our child could be safe. His eyes are the only things I can see right now.

I lean in and give him a long, passionate kiss. I keep going even when I need air. I wrap my hands around his neck and hold on so tight, afraid I might lose him again.

And that could happen. We will never live in a completely safe world.

I look up and see another hovercraft.
It has the Capitol symbol on it.

For a brief moment, I have some small beacon of hope that it might be Prim.

But I was way off.
Because before I know it, I'm being blown off my feet, letting go of Peeta's hand.

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