The white rose
A/N: This is the first continuum of 'A tale of two cities'. If you haven't already read that story, then this will probably make no sense to you what so ever, so I suggest you do. Please review or PM me with anything you have to say on my stories-even if it's criticism-I always love knowing that people have read my stories.
So anyways, this is 'The White Rose', and I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or any of it's characters. They all belong to Suzanne Collins.
Prologue
Caesar walked through the dismissive white entrance of District Twelve's town hall. Everywhere he looked, Peacekeepers were swarming around the dirt coloured walls like flies. Crawling across the floor were the flea-ridden servants, coal miners who'd been offered a chance to make a bit of money. A girl with blonde hair and sparkling eyes sat at the piano, smoothing her white dress and placing a music book on the stand before her fingers smoothly glided across the keys, a pair of harmonious dancers opening the show. Next to the piano, directly across from the double doors was a gleaming oak staircase. Caesar's eyes glanced to the top of the polished stairs, only to find that karma had come back for him…
Snow stood at the top of the staircase, leering down at his miserable subjects, the king of the range. As he made eye-contact with Caesar, his blood-stained lips stretched into a predatory smile. He slowly walked down the oak staircase, only pausing to straighten his already perfect tie. His cream shirt and white suit made him appear like a Messiah saving the poor unfortunate souls grovelling at his feet. But even through his angelic disguise, Caesar saw his true intentions. For the time, he saw the meaning behind the white rose.
