A/N: Yes. I know, two stories already, but I can't resist. Catching Fire has inspired me, so so much. Now, let's come to the understanding that Katniss will be much harsher, and more like Johanna in this fanfiction. Why? You'll see soon enough. I didn't really see this kind of story. The theme for this story is-

WHAT IF KATNISS WAS TAKEN BY THE CAPITOL INSTEAD OF PEETA?

Yes. You heard that right, but you probably saw that in the summary already, so whatever. If you want me to continue, review. If I don't get any reviews in, say, a week's time, I'll consider this story an epic fail, and take it down.

This story will NOT be written in POV's, but in Perspectives. Consider it a third person thing.

And, this is very important.

WARNING FOR VIOLENCE.

Alrighty, that's it. Enjoy! (Hopefully.)

KATNISS WILL NOT BE HIJACKED. READ ON TO SEE WHY. BUT IF MANY PEOPLE ASK FOR IT, I WILL GET HER HIJACKED FOR YOU.

Listening to We Remain by Christina Aguilera as I type.

Peeta's Perspective (PP)

He blinked his eyes open, looking around in confusion. The last thing he remembered was of a large explosion. He saw Beetee next to him, on a hospital bed, with an oxygen mask on, and that's it. No Katniss. He sat up with difficulty, tearing the needle of his arms, and getting up. Maybe they were keeping her in another room. He walked around for a while, disoriented, when he came upon clouded sliding glass doors. Two familiar, one unfamiliar voices floated out the door, and he strained to hear it.

"-will be devastated." What sounded suspiciously like Finnick's voice came.

"We'll have to use him as much as we can. Then get her back." The unfamiliar voice said.

"He'll be angry. And he has every right to be." A gruff voice said. Haymitch.

Peeta chose this moment to barge in.

"Who'll get angry? Where's Katniss? Tell me!" He demanded.

They were all eerily silent.

'Peeta, listen. We're out of the arena. We're in a rebel hovercraft, heading to District 13." Finnick said slowly.

'Yes. And where is Katniss?"

No one replied.

"We were too late." The guy who the unfamiliar voice belonged to said, slowly. Peeta recognized him as the Head Gamemaker.

"The Capitol got her. And Johanna. Also Annie." Finnick sounded choked. 'I'm sorry, Peeta."

He knew that if their roles were reversed, Katniss would fly into a rage, pummeling everyone in her range. But he isn't Katniss, he just stood there, frozen in place in horror.

"Haymitch. You promised." He whispered, then abruptly started to yell. "I DON'T CARE WHAT FUCKING PLANS YOU MAKE BEHIND MY BACK, HAYMITCH! I ASKED YOU TO DO A SIMPLE THING. KEEP KATNISS SAFE. CAN YOU DO THAT? NO. YOU CAN'T!"

At least Haymitch had the decency to look ashamed.

"I'm sorry." He said gruffly. "She was meant to be the face of the rebellion, our very own Mockingjay. We didn't plan this, Peeta."

"What can you do to get her back?" Peeta demanded. He felt drained after yelling at Haymitch, empty. "And Johanna? And Annie?"

"We will have to see." The Head Gamemaker said. "But the Capitol will keep her alive, that we know for sure. To thwart the rebellion, they will slowly extinguish their hope, their Mockingjay."

That was the wrong thing to say to Peeta.

"THEY WILL TORTURE HER. AND HERE YOU ARE, TALKING LIKE IT'S A BIG INCONVENIECE KATNISS WAS CAPTURED. DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT HER? OR JUST HER IMAGE? HER PRECIOUS MOCKINGJAY PIN?"

The last thing Peeta felt after that was the sharp pain in his neck, like a sedating needle. He blacked out.

When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed, again. Finnick was sitting in the chair next to his bed, fingers deftly knotting and untying a piece of rope. His eyes are sunken, and he looked thin, his cheekbones stuck out, and he looked hollow.

"Hello Peeta." He said, voice quivering. "I hope you don't mind my company. The others won't stop pestering me about Annie's capture."

Right now, Peeta could see how much Finnick loves Annie. He looked ghastly, pale, and almost unwilling to live.

'I thought you'd understand." Finnick continued. "With Katniss and all."

"Yeah." Peeta wasn't surprised to hear his voice crack. "I understand."

Finnick nodded. And kept silent. It was slightly comforting.

"They're keeping me here too. Hooked up to liquid food. I'm too nauseous to eat." He said listlessly, staring at the blank TV screen, the only color in the sterile white room.

"It hurts, right? To not know what they're going through." Finnick said again, his voice cracking painfully.

"Yeah." Peeta said blankly. "It hurts."

I hope you get how I made Peeta OOC. This is how I picture him, if Katniss ever got captured. Yes. Don't forget to review, to show me that you all want the story going. I appreciate it. Sorry about the shortness.

Love,

Kaitlyn xoxo