Yay! Third chapter, enjoy and review! X

Ch3

The bullet hits Snow straight in his heart, making a bloody mess of his pristine white suit. He falters to the ground and within seconds he is dead.

The noise from below increases rapidly as citizens are screaming and panicking to get to safety.

My eyes are now locked on the heir. He shows no fear, worry or any emotion towards the assassination of his father. Instead he just stays in his position and looks again to the rooftops where my team are now aiming bullets at Peacekeepers below.

"ALRIGHT TEAM! MOVE OUT!" I order.

Before I manage to turn on my heels, Peeta Snows eyes are now focused on me, and my eyes meet his.
Blue versus Grey.

Obviously I've stared too long. Peacekeepers below must have noticed Peeta looking at me and they now start to shoot.

My sense of balance is distorted as bullets whiz past me. Standing on the edge of the rooftop, I aim my gun at peacekeepers but it's no use. I'm out of focus.

A sudden pain shoots through my left shoulder and I fall over the edge. It's a 6 story drop and the second I hit the ground, I feel paralysed. I'm unable to move.

Peacekeepers run towards me and immediately start beating me to unconsciousness.

A combination of dizziness, searing pain in my shoulder, aching body from the fall and being beaten is an unbearable pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

I'm rolled over onto my side and I can see the mansion. I can see the body of Snow laying there dripping blood onto the platform. I can see Peeta too. He's running toward me, with panic in his eyes.

A peacekeeper beats the side of my head with his baton and I'm blacked out.

And that's how I'm in this situation. I killed Snow and now the Capitol want me dead. An eye for an eye, right?

But one thing that confuses me most is why Peeta Snow would look panicked and frightened when he saw me beaten. I just killed his father so why would he want to come to my aid?

(Peeta POV)

It's all been a lie. I'm not the heir to Panem. I'm from District 13 and I was sent to the Capitol to help carry out the assassination of President Snow from the inside.

The plan was for me to show up at the Presidents doorstep with a note claiming to be from a woman who he had previously raped. Insiders know that Snow was a murderous, manipulative man who took advantage of women from the Districts. The note would explain that my "mother" had died and he was the only family I had left.

So over the years I would gather information about his daily routine, his associates and advocates and send it to District 13 on a weekly basis.

Just over a month ago, I received a message from President Coin explaining that they had found the tribute who was able to carry out the mission, that they were heading out in a matter of days. I was told strictly to do everything in my power to keep this "Mockingjay" safe. I was given ID and information about her so that I could keep her safe. The moment I saw her identification card, my heart stopped beating. She was beautiful. Extraordinary. I promised I would keep her safe.

But I failed.

None of this was ever meant to happen. There was never supposed to be a trial. However, no matter what happens my power in the Capitol - no matter how untrue it maybe - will overrule anything said by the jury. I can still keep her safe.

She will be safe.