Years after the rebellion, I finally start seeing Peeta for what he really is. A mutt. Deadly. Evil. He doesn't love me at all. It's just an act, and I hate him for it.
"Katniss, I don't see what's so scary about me," Peeta cries into the night.
"You don't?! What about all the years you've treated me like dirt! You promised to stay! I loved you, how could you put me through that?!" I scream at him with tears streaming down my face.
"I've always been in love with you, Katniss. And I'll always be in love with you!"
"Then stop acting like a mutt!" I awake everyone in their houses.
"Katniss?" His voice becomes weaker as I speak.
I look at him, as I see my boy with the bread's heart be crushed into tiny pieces. Why did I say that?
"What's wrong with you?" He whispers.
I take a deep breath and I cry harder, "I just feel so alone right now, and I don't know if you care or not.."
He steps towards me and touches the end of my braid. I look into his beautiful, sky blue eyes. He wipes away my tears and lightly kisses my nose.
"I do care. I care about a lot of things, actually," He grabs my hand and pulls me back home.
I can't do this. I miss the old Peeta. And the old Katniss. I called my husband a mutt, when it should've been myself. I'm the mutt.
I'm deadly.
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Are Mutts Real?
FanfictionPeeta and Katniss have been living a perfect life ever since Coin, and Snow have died, but not until Gale becomes president, and helps create mutts to destory the world. Peeta always gets set off by what's going on around him, and tries hurting Katn...
