People, just to tell you, Katniss is out for three days and this is the second day, so look forward for it to be more the person's thoughts or actions and not watching the Games that much. Just saying. :).

Did I mention I love your comments? I think I did ;). Oh, and I'm pretty positive there's not going to be a broken love story here.

Just to warn you, this chapter may be rated M because of sadistic thoughts. There might be some strong language and sick and twisted sexual thoughts too… I don't know, whichever gets me writing his character better.

Might be some light Mockingjay spoilers.

So, yes, you've all probably guessed, we're peeking into Prez. Snow's thoughts! (Which explains why I'm saying there will be twisted and sick things in this chapters). So you're warned!

Suzanne Collins owns it. I simply write about it.

I wake up with the taste of blood on my tongue. Which, of course, I'm accustomed to, but this time it's strong. That's when I notice some warm liquid is starting to fill my mouth. It bubbles up and I almost choke. I quickly get into an upright position and spew the thick blood out.

Hm, that color, not as powerful as white but almost. I spit the blood into a glass and keep it for my flower scientist to reproduce the exact color on a rose.

I've left a mess; the sheets are tangled and stained with blood, dripping slowly on the floor. I've got to stop the bleeding and don't feel like calling in someone so I stuff an intact piece of sheet into my mouth. The sheet soaks it up quickly and I go get the spray I keep in my night table for emergencies. I spray its contents into my mouth and the bleeding stops immediately.

Stupid Greane. He gave me an antidote without specifying that orange countered the antidote effect. So when I put the antidote on some orange chicken soufflé, my mouth never healed. Lucky I lived at all. Well, he didn't after that. I snicker.

I switch on the TV and the Hunger Games are on. Obviously. Yesterday was so boring I didn't even watch the whole thing. I set the rules, I can trespass them, and when I don't want to, I don't watch the Games. After all nobody is going to come and arrest me.

A smile comes to my lips as I think of what I did instead of watching the Games. As my eyes level back to the screen, I realize nothing interesting will happen today either. With FireGirl out and the Careers getting back into health, the main excitement factors are out. Oh, and Thresh that won't come out of his stupid field. And let's not forget Peeta the wounded and Rue the angel. Malina is just stuck as the Careers are not leaving camp and she can't go steal supplies. She's running low on food; maybe she'll be a death.

My lips pull up as I think of yesterday. Thinking of lips, I should have them redone. Tomorrow maybe. Today I have a special program. The same as yesterday. Which one should I chose? Arissa is great, though Tiffany is prettier. I like Arissa better but she was yesterday. Oh, I know! Shella will be the one. She's got the curves and the face, plus she's absolutely wonderful during.

I push the button on my nightstand. The voice of Shtick comes up.

"Yes sir?"

"I'd like to call Shella in," I answer.

"Oh, um, well, she's in the underground sir,"

"Take her out of there and give her a good bath, then bring her in,"

"Of course, sir, of course!"

With that, I cut the connection and stare at the screen. Hm, didn't we have this meeting yesterday? Oh, well, I'll report it. I also have to schedule one with the Game Makers; I have this great idea for the arena. It's where we'd choose an animal, and just alter it so it resembles each of the dead tributes. It's never been done before and it will be a great innovation for sure! We have had mutts before, but never representing the dead tributes. The living ones will have such a scare, I'm enjoying it already.

I go to the bathroom and wash my face. What is taking them so long? Why can't they bring her in already?

A knock on the door. Hm, she's here. I open the door. She isn't.

"What is it?" I ask the guard.

"Well, Shella is, um, indisposed for the, um, moment, if you see what I, um, mean?" he says obviously uncomfortable. "Should I bring in, um, another one?" he asks.

"No, no, it's fine, I'll live through it," I retort, annoyed.

"Well, that's it sir,"

"Then you may dispose," I say. I see him shifting on his feet uncomfortably. "Now."

He nods his head and quickly goes out of view. This is not good. I wanted some time with Shella but now she is 'indisposed', ugh, how inconvenient women are! Well, I'll just have a meeting with the Game Makers to discuss my new idea.

Or just do nothing all day and watch the Hunger Games. Speaking of which, this years' Games are very, somewhat bizarre. With all the love going on and stuff. I have to say, I don't really appreciate this Katniss girl. Too wild, unbroken. But if she wins, I will get some good money off her. I have her little sister as a pressure point.

I mean all this love going on, it isn't the point of the Games! The Games is about revenge, about showing how the districts are so hopeless. It's supposed to be violent. The district people are animals, animals that work for me. There shouldn't be any emotion in the Games, only cold violence. I mean that's what the Capitol wants, that's what I want.

I always enjoy the Games so. Animals fighting to live, with no regrets, no conscience, nothing, as they are animals, tools to keep the districts calm. I mean, could I not be clearer? We take your helpless children; we make them fight to the death on television and that, for a rebellion that was 74 years ago. You are helpless. So stop trying! Trying to live and all that, just let me crush your soul and let it be over with it!

I would love to just crush their skulls, every one of them who refuse to give up. Take their brains out and make soulless servants out of them. I grin to myself. I love these kinds of relaxing thoughts; they help me sort things out. My psychiatrist said I should stop thinking these things but I think a little cup of poison will do her good.

Yes, a little cup of poison.

Okay, now that was VERY weird, so sorry. I did tell you it would be M though. I'd say it was halfway through T and almost M, but not quite. Well, I don't know if I captured him well. I finished with 'a little cup of poison' because that is how he operates, by killing anyone who doesn't think like him.

So I tried a little to get his thoughts on the Hunger Games and, of course, he doesn't like the idea of love in his arena. So yeah.

I was also thinking of, after finishing this one, doing one of the third Quarter Quell. I dunno yet. ^^.

So, you know what to do. I'll leave you to it.