This is only my theory on how Cinna died. Sad if you like Cinna. How can I ask you to enjoy if there is an awesome person's death here. *Cries* R.I.P Cinna.
The Peacekeepers threw Cinna into cold ground. He noticed he was in a hot room, much like a studio. Cinna looked around and saw a man sitting peacefully in a chair. "Cinna," the man said. He recognized the voice as President Snow.
"It's hard to believe such a mellow person like you be so stubborn."
Cinna glared at them. He remembered the three Peacekeepers kicking, hitting, and punching him to unconsciousness. Now that he regained consciousness, he felt the previous pain in his body. His blood stained his shirt and skin. There were some bruises in his limbs.
President Snow moved from the chair. The Peacekeepers sat Cinna in replacement. "Now tell me Cinna," President Snow said calmly. "Where are these rebels at?"
"I'll never tell you," Cinna replied calmly. "I promised others that I wouldn't tell, and I plan to fulfill that promise."
"Oh really?" President Snow said. He smiled maliciously and hit Cinna in the face, sending him flying off his chair and landing hard on the ground. Blood trickled out of the rebel's mouth, but he continued glaring at him.
"Answer my question!"
"You can do anything to me. I will never tell."
President Snow looked at the Peacekeepers. "Do it," he ordered. The Peacekeepers smirked and ran to torture Cinna even more. By the time they finished, Cinna was even bloodier than before.
The rebel panted in pain. "Do you really think that torture like that will make me talk?" he said. "Well you're wrong. I will not break the promise even if it kills me." Cinna tried to stand but his leg wobbled and fell back down.
Snow laughed. "Then you can take this, can you?" he said, holding up a sharp knife. He approached the injured stylist slowly. Cinna stared up at him. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't understand. Damn, my body won't do as I say, he thought.
Snow lifted his knife and dug it painfully to Cinna's side. Cinna's blood began to flow out. Snow laughed maniacally. "You see what happens when you don't follow orders?" he sneered. He kicked Cinna in the chest and rounded his Peacekeepers and left without a single word.
Cinna panted alone, bearing his pain. Katniss, he thought sadly. I'm sorry. I've done what I could do. It all leads up to you. I believe in you Katniss. Lead the rebels and destroy the Capitol's harsh ways. Don't give up on anything. "Be strong Katniss," he whispered. "You can do it." His voice trailed off and he closed his eyes to black nothingness.
I just noticed that my paragraphs get bigger throughout the story. Tell me what you think.