In my dream, I saw Annie, near the shoreline of the beach. She looked beautiful. Her long hair, blowing swiftly, according to the order of the wind. A small smile playing against her peaceful face. I think it was District 4, because of the harbour, and the seagulls that were perched upon the boats. Annie's leg dangles back and forth, her toes skimming the water. She finally looked at peace. That did not last long, only until, some man in a dark cloak came and knocked her on the side of the head. Blood, was trickling from her head, a dent the size of a baseball on her temple. The pool of Annie's blood touched my bare toes. Wet, warm and Annie's DNA, made its way to my toes, my feet, and passed. I was disgusted. I needed to put Annie in my arms, bring her back. I needed to avenge who killed her. But I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, I just stood and watched, as Annie's blood leaked to the blue ocean, spreading it far. I could only watch.
"Finnick, this is what happens, when you, my boy, goes against the Capitol. Your loved ones die off slowly, and you could only watch." Said the devil of a man, hidden in the cloak.
"Why not just kill me?" I said, my voice hoarse and sad, but at the same time filled with hatred.
The man laughed a cold sinister laugh. "What fun in that boy? What fun. Much more blood, more sorrow, and more pain."
"More pain?" I had replied
"Of course. Torture. We cannot simply kill you off. That would end my hunger. Watching thee suffer is better, than to finish you off. You could kill yourself, but what would that lead you to think. You're a coward, a rebel and my source of pure hunger. Finnick, stay the way you are. You are my fuel, you provide me with what I need. My hunger for blood, sorrow, and suffering" He laughed and started to walk to the blood filled boardwalk.
"I WILL NEVER HELP YOU! NEVER! YOU LIE! YOU ARE THE COWARD! YOU FILITY BEAST! YOU DEVIL! I screamed.
The man stood still, and turned.
"." I replied to clenched teeth.
He laughed once more.
"You think you already have Finnick, but this is only the beginning of my era" The figure said. It slowly drew back the hood of the cloak. Revealing the face, I wanted to beat up, revealing the person I "gave" my life for. With a cold, amused look, he vanished. Leaving behind a sense of blood and roses.
The face was, President Snow, once ruler of Panem. Creator of the Hunger games. Murderer. Devil.