For those of you who have read Mockingjay, the third book in the Hunger Games series, I rewrote the 20th chapter from Peeta's perspective. Please give feedback.
Peeta Mellark, Chapter 20
It happens so fast, so suddenly, so out of the blue, I have to ask myself if it’s one of my hallucinations again.
But no, it isn’t, though I wish it was. You can’t hallucinate the screams that escaped my fellow squad members’ mouths. The blood splattering the brightly colored pave stones. The sight of Boggs’ body hurtling through the air.
I see Katniss rush forward, kneeling next to Boggs as a second explosion makes the most horrible sound, seemingly splitting my skull. I fall to my knees, clutching the sides of my head, nauseous and disoriented. My eyesight blurs in and out of focus. My skull feels as though it has been struck with a blunt axe. I vaguely notice Homes and Jackson attempt to help Katniss with Boggs, but I know it’s in vain, as both of Boggs legs have been ripped off by the blast. The others rush around like ants, their goal unclear to me.
I begin to rise from my crouched position. I sense a commotion behind me. I turn around and see a wave of what looks like oil rising up above the street, getting bigger by the second. Finnick and Messalla rush past me to escape the inky black substance. Still disoriented, my eyes sweep my surroundings, landing on Katniss standing over Boggs’ corpse. My vision tunnels. She killed him. She is a Capitol mutt. She isn’t human. Is she real? Yes, she’s real. She’s evil. She’s a vicious, sneaking creature of unnatural vileness. She killed Boggs. I must kill her.
I start toward her, clenching and unclenching my hands on my shirt, as if part of me is attempting to pull me back, to stop myself. Mitchell sees me and immediately rushes forward and puts his hands on my chest to stop me. Anger rises to my mind. Doesn’t he get it? While Katniss still breathes, we’re all in danger. If someone doesn’t do something fast, she’ll kill us all.
“Mellark, don’t you dare-”
Fuelled by the unlimited strength inside of me, I half push, half toss Mitchell ten feet backwards. He falls on the bright yellow paving behind him, and a loud whip-like sound escapes the cracks between the pave stones as a barbed wire net thrusts Mitchels into the air, cocooning him in the lethal steel cords. He becomes a red demon as he thrashes around helplessly twenty feet above the ground, covering himself in his own blood. I turn my head to face a horrified Katniss. Gale’s distant voice yells, “Run!” and she sprints after the others as the black river rushes towards us.
I begin to run too, not from the wave but at Katniss, determined to let us free from this disgusting beast, and then two pairs of hands grab me from behind. Castor and Pollux. I scream and kick my feet as they rush me to the door into a pink-painted apartment building, screaming for the death of one that I love and hate at the same time, the Capitol’s muttation, the lying monster, Katniss Everdeen.