A/N – Waah! My dear readers! I'm sosososososo sorry that I don't update frequently! -bows deeply-

Please forgive me & stay with me!

I'm actually losing interest in the Hunger Games right now so, my dearest apologies. My interests have actually been crushed into a pulp. :(

I love you guys so much though! So, just for YOU, yes, YOU, I will strive to update more! Plus, I have an idea of where this story is going, so please support me and wait for the shocking turn of events!

GET READY FOR SOME KATVEL~ LOLwowfailname.

Or

Marniss?

WTHECK

-awkward laugh- ahahaa…. Nevermind!

ON WITH THE SHOW! ENJOY MY LOVELIES!

Your beloved author ^_^

Katniss POV

I swear, is that guy like, a crackhead or something? I vigorously shake my head while walking quickly down the hall in the direction of the elevator. I press the button beside the elevator and it radiates a bright yellow. Thoughts flying across the possibilities why the District 1 boy was acting so queer, I begin tapping my foot on the carpet floor.

The sound of shuffling feet bring me back to my senses. Oh crap. It's that weirdo, isn't it? Urgently, my hand slam the button repeatedly before falling limply at my side. I swear he's on drugs and is going to kill me right now. I clamp my eyes shut and clench my fists tightly.

The sound dims and fades off in the direction of the roof and I heave a sigh of relief, clutching my chest. Earth to Katniss Everdeen. Stop being so paranoid!

Ding! The elevator welcomes me in and I hesitantly enter, glad to leave the weird Career boy, but fearful of what the morning will bring.

With a last glance at the now eerie hall and a bad feeling I can't quite place, the metal doors slam shut.

Marvel POV

I take a step towards the door, taking on an attempt to make myself look less like a mental retard, before a sickly pale hand blocks my way. My blood runs cold as my eyes follow the hand, up to the stranger's face. Shit, I don't even WANT to know who this is.

And at that moment, I feel like the possibility of me throwing up twice tonight is actually pretty large. Because standing right in front of me, in the flesh, is President Snow.

His snake-like eyes meet mine and I jump back in a fighting stance, bringing a smirk onto his puffy lips. "W-What do y-you w-want?" I stutter uncontrollably.

"Marvel," He advances towards the rose bush and plucks a single, blood red flower. "I see you've found out this dirty little secret of mine." He strokes the rose before bringing it to his lips and sucking the petal.

"HOLY FUCK!" I scream in horror, as I watch the color drain from the rose. President Snow drops the now withered flower and grins ominously. His teeth are stained a bright red. My stomach feels like it's doing flips.

"You see, these white roses suck the blood from a person through a wound. But they can also suck up blood as well. They kill." Snow emphasizes the last word. He pauses before continuing. "Don't you see? These things, they're all over the place!" His voice slowly rises to a shout. He then starts whispering. "But, alas, you have found out my secret. And I suggest you keep it a secret you take to the grave, or I'll make sure you don't come back home to mommy, daddy, and your cute little sister. Ever."

He's gone as quickly as he came, leaving no evidence of his visit except for the wilted flower. I fall to my knees and sob my heart out, wondering who the fuck my little sister was, and how I got myself into this impossibly tangled up mess. I wear myself out before finding "peace" in the darkness.

A small, thin figure in scrawny rags slowly emerges from the dark. I squint my eyes and tilt my head, trying to recognize the little girl. Her eyes glint with admiration and longing as she tries to run up to me with her short legs. She's blocked by a furious President Snow, that begins scolding and beating her. Her screams of pain break my heart in half, and I have an odd urge to protect her with all my might. My lungs start burning and my legs become sore as I sprint towards them and reach out, but they keep getting farther and farther from my grasp. My eyes widen as Snow brings out a dangerously sharp knife. "NO!"

I wake up a sweating, screaming mess on the morning of the Games. The sun is just beginning to rise, signaling the beginning of a bloody day. My heart races in my chest, threatening to break out. I take deep, shaky breaths to calm myself. "He even haunts me in my dreams." I murmur to myself.

HEY GUYS. This is all for today cause I still have something to do, even though it's 9:30 at night lol. So. Be eager for the games next time.

I had fun writing this chapter (lol omg sorry. There was just a lot of suspense and poop.) And I hope you got scarred for life after reading this! LOLJK. But on a serious note, don't abuse children okay. It's horribly wrong 8(. Oh yeh btw, stay away from President Snow. He's bananas in the head.

I MEAN WUT.

Ok bye. LOVE YOU GUYS!

PEACE!

Jenny , you're beloved author of Marvelous!