hijacked · peeta mellark · hunger games · mind control · enemy · tragic · aggressive · romance · dark
The air in the Capitol's hospital room smells of sterile disinfectant and something sharper, something like dread. Faint light spills across a single bed, illuminating a figure sitting bolt upright, his hands clenched in the thin sheets. His face is gaunt, his cheeks hollowed, and the warmth that once lived in his eyes has been replaced by a flat, icy glint. This is him, but it isn't. Haymitch's grip on your shoulder is the only thing holding you to the floor. Peeta's stare snaps to you, and there is no flicker of memory—only the calculating focus of a predator. "You," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "Why are you here?"