Dream for ToS
Dec. 22nd, 2013 02:41 pmWARNING: TORTURE, SPOILERS, BASICALLY BAD BAD NEWS.
A high-pitched scream woke him up. Peeta blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze that surrounded his vision. He tried sitting up, and that's when his torso slammed directly against the cold metal strip that kept him down.
"Katniss!" He was yelling uncontrollably. The screams must have been hers, and she must be nearby.
It had all been a hallucination, brought on by the venom they were injecting into his system daily now. Prince Tristan, the Nysgods, Gebo, Diana, and—
Katniss. She'd just arrived in Gebo.
Another shrill shriek, and Peeta no longer had the luxury to think about what was real and what wasn't. He could pinpoint the origin now. It was coming from right behind the curtain to his left. The curtain was beautiful and thick, and it was covered with a mesmerizing liquid shine that oozed and slid down the fabric.
"Katniss!" He was banging himself against the metal now, yelling and crying and roaring. He could feel it. They'd done this so many times to him now that he could feel himself loosing his mind.
Then the person next door spoke, and Peeta felt a dread rise over him. It wasn't her. It wasn't even a woman's voice. Had he imagined that too? But the voice was unmistakeable. It was Haymitch.
"Is that all you've got, sweetheart?" Delirious laughter followed before it was muffled by his mentor's violent screams.
Peeta saw a set of slender, silver fingers pull the curtain back, unveiling both Haymitch's tormented body, and a stand topped with a tray of sparkling surgical instruments. But neither horror could be compared to the woman who had moved from one body to the next and was now standing just inches over him.
A strand of her curled, brown hair fell off her smooth shoulder and bounced just over Peeta's face. He barely whispered his next word, the only word he's said since he woke up.
"...Katniss?"
She smiled and ran her hand down his cheek. Even her eyes, which had been painted with a dark purple eyeshadow, glimmered.
"Don't listen to her Peeta." Haymitch's voice was rough and scratchy. "She's a mutt. That little girl from District 12? She's been gone for a long time!"
His mentor was now the one banging against his metal constraints, howling for Katniss to come back to him, to leave the boy alone. Peeta couldn't stop looking at her. She leaned down so slowly, staring into his eyes and yet taking time to steal glances at his lips.
"Your heart belongs to me, doesn't it Peeta?" she asked, her voice so soothing and coy.
And then whatever Haymitch was saying transformed into a dull, white noise. Peeta only nodded, giving her whatever answer she desired, and when he did, she planted her lips on his and kissed him.
There was something about dreams. Sometimes there were facts that you just knew to be true, but when you wake up later, you wouldn't be able to recall why. At this moment, Peeta knew for a fact that the woman kissing him didn't love him. She was using him, seducing him, but he didn't even care. It was Katniss for mercy's sake.
The next few seconds were a blur. When he opened his eyes again, his shirt was unbuttoned and pushed aside and Katniss stood over him, back straight, lips pursed. A flare of light and then he sees it. The knife in her hands, positioned over his heart not with the precision of a surgeon, but with the desperation of a murderer who's finally caught her prey.
The last words he heard before the knife plunged and Peeta sat up, panting and sweating in his lofted bed in the Men's Barracks of Gebo, was accompanied by a careless, unattached voice:
"You said it was mine."
A high-pitched scream woke him up. Peeta blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze that surrounded his vision. He tried sitting up, and that's when his torso slammed directly against the cold metal strip that kept him down.
"Katniss!" He was yelling uncontrollably. The screams must have been hers, and she must be nearby.
It had all been a hallucination, brought on by the venom they were injecting into his system daily now. Prince Tristan, the Nysgods, Gebo, Diana, and—
Katniss. She'd just arrived in Gebo.
Another shrill shriek, and Peeta no longer had the luxury to think about what was real and what wasn't. He could pinpoint the origin now. It was coming from right behind the curtain to his left. The curtain was beautiful and thick, and it was covered with a mesmerizing liquid shine that oozed and slid down the fabric.
"Katniss!" He was banging himself against the metal now, yelling and crying and roaring. He could feel it. They'd done this so many times to him now that he could feel himself loosing his mind.
Then the person next door spoke, and Peeta felt a dread rise over him. It wasn't her. It wasn't even a woman's voice. Had he imagined that too? But the voice was unmistakeable. It was Haymitch.
"Is that all you've got, sweetheart?" Delirious laughter followed before it was muffled by his mentor's violent screams.
Peeta saw a set of slender, silver fingers pull the curtain back, unveiling both Haymitch's tormented body, and a stand topped with a tray of sparkling surgical instruments. But neither horror could be compared to the woman who had moved from one body to the next and was now standing just inches over him.
A strand of her curled, brown hair fell off her smooth shoulder and bounced just over Peeta's face. He barely whispered his next word, the only word he's said since he woke up.
"...Katniss?"
She smiled and ran her hand down his cheek. Even her eyes, which had been painted with a dark purple eyeshadow, glimmered.
"Don't listen to her Peeta." Haymitch's voice was rough and scratchy. "She's a mutt. That little girl from District 12? She's been gone for a long time!"
His mentor was now the one banging against his metal constraints, howling for Katniss to come back to him, to leave the boy alone. Peeta couldn't stop looking at her. She leaned down so slowly, staring into his eyes and yet taking time to steal glances at his lips.
"Your heart belongs to me, doesn't it Peeta?" she asked, her voice so soothing and coy.
And then whatever Haymitch was saying transformed into a dull, white noise. Peeta only nodded, giving her whatever answer she desired, and when he did, she planted her lips on his and kissed him.
The next few seconds were a blur. When he opened his eyes again, his shirt was unbuttoned and pushed aside and Katniss stood over him, back straight, lips pursed. A flare of light and then he sees it. The knife in her hands, positioned over his heart not with the precision of a surgeon, but with the desperation of a murderer who's finally caught her prey.
The last words he heard before the knife plunged and Peeta sat up, panting and sweating in his lofted bed in the Men's Barracks of Gebo, was accompanied by a careless, unattached voice:
"You said it was mine."