So, I'm not really sure where this ficlet idea came from. Anyway, it's just a little idea that popped up in my head, and I decided to run with it.

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Today was my day. I would exact vengeance on the man that I really and truly hated. The man that made my life hell since they day my sister was chosen. Today would be the day that President Snow would rise to fall no more. Maybe his precious roses would cover the scent of his decay. Blood and roses for him, even in death. I can't help but think, however, that this punishment is too good for him. He put me - and countless others - through such brutal, horrible things, and all he would get was an arrow through the heart, delivered by me. I wanted so much more than his death, though. I wanted his blood, running in rivulets down his flesh, seeping from the multiple wounds that would be delivered in the most cruel ways I could imagine. I wanted his blood to be sprayed on the walls, in puddles on the floor, as President Snow finally lost his colour. I wanted to watch him scream and struggle as he was injected with tracker jacker venom, and hallucinated. I wanted to see him face the Hunger Games, with all those muttations he helped invent throughout the years. The mutts from the 74th Hunger Games, the ones with the eyes from the dead tributes. The orange-furred monkeys from the Quarter Quell. The jabberjays, projecting the sounds of his family's misery and anguish. I wanted to watch him thirst. I wanted to watch him starve. I wanted to watch him waste away, until his ribs showed through, just as mine and Peeta's did. I wanted to watch him die in the most painful, horrible way imaginable.

Was I beginning to think like Snow was, for wanting this? Was I beginning to lust for blood, as the Capitol did? Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to think so. I wanted this, not just for my own selfish reasons, but for my family. For Prim. For Greasy Sae, and Haymitch, and Peeta, and Gale, and District Twelve, and everyone else that had been under the Capitol's reign. I wanted this for the other tributes, both dead and alive, that they may have vengeance for what they were put through. I wanted this for Rue, and her family. I wanted this for those who died, past and present.

I wanted this for Panem.

As I raised my bow and took aim at that pristine rose positioned right over his heart, he starts speaking to me with that snake-like tongue, using his silver words. Unfortunately, however, I knew these soft-spoken silver words were true. For once in his life, President Snow wasn't lying. So I did something incredibly brave, and incredibly stupid. I shifted my aim. I killed President Coin. I can't bring myself to regret her death, either. Deep down, I think a part of me knew she deserved it.

Then, the crowd goes insane, and before I realize it, Snow is gone. All that's left in his wake is that white rose, a single drop of blood on one of it's once-pristine petals.

Blood and roses, once again.


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