Gale

"Reveal to me the whereabouts of Cinna," President Snow orders with a bored voice.

"What?" I breathe. Was this man crazy? "Why the hell would I do that?"

"I thought I'd give it a shot," Snow shrugs as he settles himself back in his seat positioned right in front of mine. I scrunch my eyes and scrutinize him with a half-glare. What is he trying to pull off?

Snow flicks his finger and someone enters the doorway to my right.

Madge.

With a gun pressed to her head.

She tries to struggle out of the grip of the men clasping her hands and head back. Tears are forced out of her blue eyes.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I ask Snow, but my eyes remain on Madge.

"The obvious, Gale. You tell me where Cinna is or I'll blow your girlfriend's head off."

"She's not my-."

Snow raises a hand to shut me up. I tighten the muscles in my jaw and glare at him. If only my hands were untied. It would only take a second to have his neck in my hands.

"You really need to let go of the past, Gale. How long have you been falling for Katniss, knowing she's well past you?"

"Shut UP."

"Seriously, Gale. You would have had so much more potential if you weren't too busy moping around over a loss of no worth."

"Be. Quiet."

"You think Katniss still has some sort of love for you? Those looks she ever gave you after her first Hunger Games were looks of pity, Gale. She doesn't love you anymore, she pities you for not growing up already. What is she supposed to do? Say it to your face that it will never happen?"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" My head is pounding so hard. I place it between my legs and begin to cry. He was right, but I didn't want to acknowledge my mistake. My stupidity. My immaturity. Damn, Katniss was dying out there and instead of finding some way to save her, I had been walking the streets in bare view mourning over the fact that she just might not love me. What kind of friend am I?

"Did you know Katniss is having her baby right now?" Snow asks out of mere boredom. I lift my head up and stare at him, looking for any sign of dishonesty.

"H-how is she?" I can't stop myself from asking. Snow shrugs absentmindedly.

"Now Gale, I'm giving you one last chance. You either tell me where Cinna is or Madge's death it is."

Madge, who had been completely quiet during this entire conversation, does not dare to look at me. Her eyes are at the floor as I gaze at her intently.

She finally raises her head but there is a new look in her eyes. A look of some sort of accomplished victory that has gone on in her head, and I don't like it. A new claritiy shines behind her blue eyes as she gazes at me emotionless.

"Let me die," she whispers after a choke. I search for any doubt in her eyes, and find nothing.

I shake my head. Snow shuffles a little in his seat.

"Let me die, Gale. I am begging you."

"Why should I let you die? This is my mistake, not yours."

"No, it's mine. I was the one who followed you. If I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't be causing this entire problem to start with. Loo wouldn't have found you."

"But Snow would have."

"Gale," Madge whispers intently.

I glimpse at Madge momentarily. She opens her mouth and I know what she is going to say. Does she think I could bare those sickening three words if she spoke them? Instead, I cut her off.

"Snow," I growl.

"Yes, Gale?"

"I'll tell you where Cinna is."