To Kill a Mockingjay.

I was thinking of doing a little bit of Mockingjay from President Snow's POV but I'm not quite sure how. How to start off, how to continue and how to die? I decided now that I will give it a go. Better to try and fail than not try and ... suceed?

I bet you always wondered what was happening in the Capitol as Katniss was shouting on camera? Here you go ...

Chapter 1 : Fire is Catching.

I rubbed my eyes before telling them to rewind the tape and show it again.

'What is this!' I screamed. I cursed and threw the coffee mug sitting on my table. 'Explain!' I shouted again. I couldn't believe what I was being shown. Katniss Everdeen? Alive? In District 8? Why was she there? Our plan was suceeding.

'Why is this girl ruining my plan!' I was going to kill someone, anyone. 'You, come here,' I summoned over the young brunette boy standing at my door. I pulled my knife from my waist band and stabbed him, right in the heart.

'Take him away,' The rest of the men in the room were throwing me shocked and horrified faces. 'Do you want this to happen to you? TAKE HIM AWAY!' I was getting more angry now. I needed to kill her. I will take her down no matter what.

'I am going to kill Katniss Everdeen,' I pushed my chair away from my desk and stood up. I walked out the door and kept walking. Where? I had no idea. Away from here, anywhere but here. Anywhere that I think is safe. A place to plan how I will kill this ... this ... rebel. I walked into the nearest closet. It was dark, I paced the floor. Then I left and slammed it shut behind me.

'AAARRGHHH,' I shouted loud enough for district 13 to hear. They lied, they said that they would pretend to not exist as long as we didn't put them into the Games. 'AAAARGHHH' I shouted again. They fooled me, no one fools me. What could I do? There was just less than a year until the next games. I need them all dead before then. I screamed again and one of the sores on my lips peeled off and it started to bleed. Tears started to rolls down my eyes. I was not sad. These were tears of anger, tears of ... hatred.

I hobbled back to my office. I sat down on the leather chair and stared out the huge window, looking across the Capitol. I wanted to scream again. This girl has made a fool of me in front of all the people who think I am strong? I am strong. I am not weak as this child thinks I am. I sucked the tea through my tea trying not to get any in my open sore.

'argh,' I urged out. I needed to think of what to do. What was I going to do? How would I plan this to make sure she is dead? How will I make sure that no one will avenge her? Kill her whole family would be an idea. But what about the rest of Panem? They think I am weak now. They think this teenager can overrule me. I threw my mug on the floor and watched the peices of pottery smash and the tea dribble across my carpet. How could I make it look like her death was ... an accident? Someone knocked on my door. Whoever it was should have a good reason. Or they were a dead man.

'What!' I shouted, still looking out the window, away from the door.

'We have an update on that girl ... Katniss?' I grunted to tell him to continue. But did I really want to hear about this? 'She got out of 8 alive,'

'OH BLOODY REALLY?' He realised this as his cue to leave, just as I picked up a vase of white roses and threw them at the door.