Prologue

He stared into those cool blue eyes, and everything that had happened flickered through his mind. The explosion, the hiding, the torture. His family... shattered, dead, crushed, and gone. Just like him. Well almost, he wasn't gone. But he desperately wished that he was. And this was Snow's fault, everything was all his fault, and the man hated him for it. When President Snow found out that he survived, he wanted him to become a soldier for him... and he refused knowing the danger, that it would put on him and his family. So they took the man, and his family suffered the consequences.

"I find that if we don't lie to each other, the process will go much more smoothly." Hot anger settled into him. "You have no right to take information from me... after everything that you took away from me!" Pain. Anger. Remorse. Sorrow. Those were the emotions that swelled up inside him, and stirred around like an ocean.

The President was silent, as he fixed the rose, on his suit, and stared back at him, holding his ground firmly.

The man didn't like the smell that radiated from him. Roses... and something else. It was a tangy, salty smell. Almost like... blood. The man used to hide his emotions from the President, but he was tired of doing that... so tired of everything.

"What is your opinion of the Girl On Fire, or as other people refer to her The Mockingjay?" The man's eyebrows scrunched up. He had heard about the girl, from other prisoners, she apparently had went into the games with her lover, and pulled a impulsive stunt with berries. She went back in and escaped once again. She was now the face of the rebellion. But what did that have to do with anything? But then again, Snow was always spontaneous and full of surprises. And the man hated him for those traits too.

"I don't have to answer to you!"

"Just this one little question and I'll leave you alone." The man's brown eyes met, Snows dark blue ones. The man considered it for a moment. He would leave him alone, and what harm could discussing nothing that had to do with him?

"Fine." The President smiled, victorious.
"So? What is your comments about the girl?"

The man shrugged "I don't know, some silly girl who pulled a stunt." The President leaned forward and he seemed to inhale that bloody smell, coming from his breath. Did he drink blood? The man was disgusted by the thought of it, and the man didn't want to think about it.

"Hmm, yes that's what I thought too, at first. But I was wrong."
"You being wrong? That must be a first."

President Snow eyes narrowed the slightest bit. "Yes, but the girl was much clever, than I thought she was. And now has District Thirteen on her side."

The man snorted "District Thirteen blew up..." but his voice trailed off, and he stared at the President, uncertainly.

"It didn't, and now everything I worked for is gone. But I can get it back with the help of you." Puzzlement swept through the man. Then anger replaced it.

"I already told you, I will never work for you!" President Snow leaned back into his seat, and took a breath.

"I'm not asking you to."
"You're not?"

"No. Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time in District Twelve, the reaping happened. A girl's sister was reaped, and the girl volunteered for her. She went in with Peeta Mellark, and he confessed his love for her in Caesar's interviews. She went into the games, and sang to a dying girl, she then buried her in flowers. Then when it came down the girl and Peeta, she took out night lock, and threatened to eat it, if the girl and Peeta, were made victors. Can you guess who the girl was?"

The man rolled his eyes, "The Mockingjay." President Snow nodded content. "But the exciting part is what the girl's name is."

His stomach flipped.

"Katniss Everdeen."

The man paled and was filled with emotions that didn't make sense. He stood up angrily, and glared daggers at the President.

"LIAR!"

President Snow remained calm. " You were lied to."

"You're lying." He man was breathing heavily now, he was a liar, this wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Snow stood up, and an amused smile was shown on his face.

"It's not true." The man whispered to no one in particular. His face was pale, and his hands were trembling.

President Snow reached into his pocket, and pulled out a shiny, gold, pocket watch. He frowned as he looked at the time.

"How disappointing, I can't stay and chat, I have more important things to attend to." Snow made his way to the door, the same amused smile shown on his face.

"I don't believe you." The man said, though he seemed to be reassuring himself.

President Snow opened the door, and said one last thing to the man.

"I'll see you soon, Mr. Everdeen."

A/N So... WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK? I was hopping up and down while writing this because I was so excited about it. It didn't turn out exactly how I pictured it, and I ran out of steam towards the ending, but I think I did an okay job. Just so other people who follow me and stuff, I deleted all my stories because I hated them all. I'll repost them again, when I edit them, and actually put some effort into them. PLEASE REVIEW! Because I won't know how good I did, until you REVIEW. Oh and feel free to PM me or leave something in the review if your confused or wanna ask me about something. WOW Pretty long Authors note but REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!