Waking up (Chapter one)

Black. I am surrounded by black.
"Am I alone?" I call out as I circle, my feet echoing on an unknown surface into the dark.
That's when I see her. A single light shines onto her face, illuminating the curves and dimensions I know so well. The memories of the damp cave come to mind, when she was my only and I was hers. I was her warmth, her only ally, the one for whom she risked her life to save. Now I wonder if she has forgotten me. No... it can't be. I remember. I remember her voice calling out to me in the arena. I remember running towards it.
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"It was a trap," I thought as I ran through the arena, "they are going to kill her! Johanna is going to rip her apart!" I hear the gong ring through the arena and a weight drops into my stomach.
I had almost reached the forest when the explosion knocked me off my feet. Then a large hovercraft blocked my line of sight. The capitol seal seemed to taunt me as a metal claw descended onto my body. I didn't fight. I knew I would not win this battle. I just look at the seal, my eyes glistening with tears and brimming with defiance. 
"I will not break, President Snow. " I whispered with as much malice as possible, "Katniss will not break."
I could have sworn I heard the words, "She will break and you are what will extinguished the flames in the heart of the girl who was on fire."
I begin to rise and am about to retort when I here a crush as a hard object slams against my head and the world fades into nothingness.

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I pull myself out of my thoughts and rise. I had crumpled to the ground as the memory of my last night with Katniss comes ripping through my mind. I feel a crippling pain on my left temple where I had been smashed over the head. 

"Peeta," a faint voice calls out, "Peeta!"

I hear the voice of Katniss, but the mouth of the girl before me merely twitches like some kind of animal.
I still can't help but race towards Katniss, "Katniss! Katniss, I'm coming!"

Suddenly my legs buckle underneath me and I come crashing onto the frozen ground. I am panting and a burning sensation is traveling up my stomach. How long had I been running? I feel a warm fluid dripping down from my forehead. I reach my hand up and feel a series of cuts and scrapes decorating my face. 

I look up and a shudder shakes my body. I am no closer to Katniss, in fact, I seem to be twice as far away as before. She has not changed positions despite that she seems to be over a thousand yards away. Another shudder runs through me as I notice that her mouth is still twitching and a white foam has started forming on her lips.

I stagger back. I'd know that foam anywhere. Rabies... just like the mutts from my first hunger games.

 Katniss hunches down and gives a low, spine-tingling growl. Tear escape my eyes as Katniss's olive skin is replaced with brown fur with glittering silver ends and her teeth grow into a pair of pointed fangs. Her body goes from one of a beautiful girl to one that haunts my nightmare. I am frozen in fear as she leaps closer and closer, approaching with speed only the capitol could generate. 

I shut my eyes as I feel the mutt's hot breath, Katniss's hot breath, on my cheeks. Her nose makes contact with my neck as she searches for the opportune place to take her first bite and start ripping apart my body. Her fangs dig into my neck.

I wake with a scream. I let out a sigh, realizing this pain in my body was only a dream. I try to push myself up, but the pain in my sides feels all to real. My hands find my face where the cuts and scrapes are still warm with blood. I open my eyes to find a fluorescent light burning into my brain and I squeeze my eyes shut only to see the figure of Katniss lunging towards me and I let out another scream. I settle for squinting and focus my energy on the dull pain in my sides. I feel it for the time once my heart settles to a regular speed. Two pinprick circle on my neck feel as if a psychopath was painting on my neck with a knife. My fingers probe the wounds along with moaning and wincing and I know what made this wound. Katniss. This was not a dream.