Seneca
"Kill her?" I tightened my grip on the knife in anger.
"That or you can kill yourself."
"You're kidding. I am not killing someone just so you can laugh about it!"
"Do it and your life will be spared
"I am NOT doing it!"
"Enough of this Seneca!" Snow was losing his temper even more now, "I am your leader and you will obey me."
I could hear footsteps behind me, but I didn't turn around. Snow nodded his head and two Peacekeepers grabbed my wrists and held them against the desk so I couldn't attack them, then a third injected a device a bit like the trackers given to tributes into my left arm.
"What is that?" The two Peacekeepers still didn't release their grip.
"A virus."
I felt my body heating up, I'm not sure if that was because of the virus or my anger. I attempted to move my left hand with the knife in it, but the Peacekeeper was too strong.
"It will kill you in four years time, unless Katniss is dead" He stood up and walked out of the room before saying, "good luck."
The peacekeepers released me and I ran down the corridor after Snow, but he was gone. I took some time to think about what has just happened-Snow has just told me to kill Katniss Everdeen, and has just given me for years to live. I looked at my virus-infected arm and wondered what good cutting it off would do. That would be a bad idea and I would like to live my four remaining years with two working arms. At this point, I didn't know what to do, where to go, if anyone could help me.
I spent about three hours just wandering the building with nothing to do, looking at my arm every five seconds. I didn't know whether to get on the train in the morning or to just jump off a balcony. I would probably choose the balcony if I wasn't so tired, so tomorrow I would be on a train to where I would kill Katniss, or so they thought. Maybe I could find a way of escaping the Capitol, and live the remaining four years of my life in peace.
Of course, after all this happened came the third quarter quell, and the second revolution. I spent this time living on the outskirts of the Capitol, with no contact from or with anyone. When I finally heard the news that Snow was dead, freedom was finally mine. But the excruciating pain in my arm reminded me that it wasn't all over, and that my fours years was almost up. There was only one person who could save me now.
Katniss.