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I have to note that this is co-written by super-awesome SneverusSnapers.

Disclamer: RiversOfVenice doesn't own the Hunger Games. Sneverus Snapers doesn't either.

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Prologue – President Snow

Ah, the feeling of power is like blood and roses. It has its beautiful, yet painful side. If I weren't President of our nation of Panem, who knows what would have happened after the Dark Days? Chaos and destruction. Our nation needed a leader, and I was there to stand up for the Capitol's power. Seventy-five years have I been ruling this country, and they have passed by perfectly, with the yearly Hunger Games happening. That is, up until this year, in which a sixteen-year-old daredevil and her so-called boyfriend dared to question my authority only with two nightlock berries. Now, they're in their Victory Tour, in a party thrown in my own house.

I sit firmly at the desk and then the door squeaks open nervously. I see a foot slowly inch into my field of vision and then the girl who has just become a woman walks in. Her name? Katniss Everdeen.

I smirk at her, she's wearing a delicate lacy white dress past her feet with a long trail. It's not the kind of thing Katniss would wear but really, she has no choice in the matter. Who is she to pick her wedding dress? She has no choice in anything while the people she loves are still alive, which is what I am about to prove. She will pay for the way she humiliated me in front of Panem with those Nightlock berries, she will pay. I motion to Katniss to sit down but she says standing, glaring at me grimly. I let off a tight smile and I see her visibly flinch at the scent of blood and roses, my personal odour. I smile again and breathe out in her face, letting the scent drift her way. She stays frozen to the spot, terrified but not showing it, and I carefully and purposefully put down the huge folder I have had in my hands, which I have been pretending to read with a slam. Katniss doesn't jump though, well, one can dream.

I push the folder across the desk and Katniss cautiously picks it up and reads the name inscribed on the side. Katniss Everdeen.

"Open it," I tell her, smiling. She says nothing, but she drops the folder and looks at me.

In her shock a lone page flutters down to the floor, just like I had planned. She tries to hide her startled look and opens the folder, her eyes bearing through the pages, sucking up every morsel of information. For a few minutes I sneer at her startled eyes as she flicks through pictures and snippets of information altogether making up her. her sister Primrose, her mother, her father, Peeta Mellark, Gale Hawthorne, the arena, little Rue, nightlock, nightlock, nightlock. I know she's fearing every single word she's reading, probably expecting to find the word 'deceased' around her loved ones' names. When she reaches her father's file, I snicker. She will definitely cry with this. But I am surprised with the young woman's reaction, her grip simply tightens and she flips over to the next page.

She finally finishes and places the file delicately back onto the table, as emotionless as the lump of carved wood. She bends down to pick up the stray piece of paper. It couldn't have gone better. She reads the title and turns to me, finally speaking, managing to muster enough determination to let go of words in my presence.

"What's Operation Bluejay?" Katniss asks. I let a smile which is more like a sneer creep onto my face. I pop a mint into my mouth and can't chew with my modelled jaw which is so soft it can barely break up anything solid past soup, though nothing could cover up the distinguishable scent of blood and roses. I rise to my feet and swallow the mint whole, gulping it back as a pelican would do a fish and then lock eyes with her, trapping her like a condemned prey.

"Operation Bluejay," I say clearly and distinguishably, savouring the pause and tension in Katniss Everdeen's face, "Is your child."