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Observing the room, I saw Finnick hadn't moved since me and him locked eyes, Annie was sitting on the couch rocking back and forth mumbling words under her breath, and the most peculiar thing, two Peacekeepers standing on either side of my bedroom door.

"Fin, what's going on?" I asked shaking, while wiping the remaining tears off my face. Shaking, Finnick walked up to me and grabbed my wrist in one hand and put the other hand to my face and rubbed his thumb under the slit on my face from the vase.

"What happened?" He whispered, nervousness dripping from both words.

"I'll tell you later, but what's going on?" I whispered back, now getting scared since I haven't seen Finnick like this since who knows when.

"Snow is here," Finnick said while wiping the blood off my face. Shock was thrown at me. Snow was the last thing I expected today. "Just go back there and stay calm," He advised me. I felt him pulling my shaking body into his and kiss the top of my head for good luck.

Nodding back at Finnick, I walked to where the Peacekeepers were. They opened my bedroom door to see Snow sitting on a chair that wasn't in there before. A new feel was in the air, tension, pressure and most of all, power; power that was Snow's not mine. For the first time in my life, I felt completely powerless. I got a whiff of the air that smelled of roses and blood; how strange. Oh the familiar smell of blood would forever linger in my scent.

"Hello Ms. Dixon," President Snow spoke out of his lips that reminded me of a snake. Not that they were a thin line, but every word spoken from them, was like venom entering my oxygen.

I could feel my voice choke in the back of my throat not knowing what to say. Looking at his eyes to get a sense of what mood he was in, I saw a flash of curiosity and confusion. I'm sure he was very confused and curious as to why I looked the way I looked. I bet I look like a mess with my tear streaked face, my dress most likely all wrinkled, my cheeks red with heat and the cut on my forehead.

I hadn't realized how much time had passed, until a couple words fell out of my mouth, me unknowing til they had already left my chapped lips, "Hello President Snow."

"What happened to your face?" He asked with darkness seeping from behind the words.

"I fell," I stated blankly.

"I'm sure you did with those mighty high heels," He said smirking like he knew something. I stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do with myself. "Sit," He said referring to my bed. Doing as I was told, I sat on my bed shakily. I didn't want to rush to ask why he was here, but I wish he would stop beating around the bush. "How are you and Cato?" He asked.

"Oh perfect," I said trying to keep my answers short without having word vomit and telling him that we weren't perfect. It's not like I could tell him we were terrible, we weren't even a 'we' anymore and that I'm broken hearted over it.

"I sure hope so considering you risked your life, and everyone you cared about for him," And there it is. Here comes the blunt, heart shattering truth.

He stopped speaking for a while as he stood up and walked over to the giant fishtank incorporated into the wall. I watched as he tapped the tank a bit and looked at the fish, then turning back to me.

"That was some speech you gave at the end of the games dear," He said while walking back over to the chair. "But you see, it caused a very big problem," He continued. I stayed quiet, letting him speak. "Can you guess where our Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane is, right now?" I couldn't tell if he was speaking rhetorically, or if he really wanted to know what I thought.

My guess, was he was executed. Because of him, these games were allowed four victors rather than one, because he must've cared even a small bit, to let us survive and not blow us to bits, or drive us to kill each other. Obviously President Snow didn't enjoy having to deal with four victors this year and instead of punishing us, by killing three of us, since that would've caused a riot even in the Capitol, he took it out on Seneca. Poor man. I could only think of what was going through his head when he let us live and when he was executed. Seneca being executed, only further proves my point, that the Capitol is cold blooded, and will kill anyone, even a the loyal Head Gamemaker, to show the districts who's boss. Pathetic.

Instead of speaking, I nodded in response. "You're quite lucky that the Capitol adores you. You're their 'little princess', so I can't do any harm to you directly, but I must say, the other districts took your act very differently. They think that since a girl from District 4," He said with a small smirk at the corner of his lips, "Can have such an impact, that they can also defy us, but we can't have that happening now can we. You and Katniss did very good at protecting your loved ones, but what's to say your acts might start an uprising?" Snow said.

"Uprisings?" The first word I've spoke in a couple minutes.

"None at the moment, but if this silly charade of yours continues, there will be and you know what that means?" He asks. I could feel the anger rise in him. I shook my head, not understanding. "Revolution." He answered.

As soon as the words left his lips, the room began spinning. Not only did I defy the Capitol and bring four victors out of the games, but I started something much bigger than the games which have major consequences.

"You and your companion, Ms. Everdeen, have provided a spark that if not contained, will be dangerous. Don't push me any further Ms. Dixon," He said taking a sip of the tea someone made him. "Mmm lovely tea Finnick made." As soon as the statement lingered in the air, my body froze.

Finnick. My 'brother'. The man who befriended me when I was only just a small girl after seeing my mother die, and let me in his house after Annabell died. Snow, would hurt him. It would be difficult since he is loved by all in the Capitol, but an accident or something could be arranged. That couldn't happen. He's protected me since the moment he met me, now it was my turn to repay him back.

"Please don't hurt Finnick. I'll do anything," I choked out.

A dark chuckle croaked from him causing my stomach to turn in circles. "Convince me," He said turning a hologram on and walking out of my room.

Watching the hologram, it showed my mom holding my hand, both of us running through three districts to get to District 4 where I would be safe. My heart dropped to my stomach and tears spurred out of my eyes uncontrollably. It flashed to my mom, shirtless, tied to a stake, being whipped continuously. I couldn't watch anymore. Picking up the small brick like object projecting the painful video, I threw it across my room at the wall, shattering it. Not caring who heard, I screamed louder than I had in my entire life.

He knew. President Snow knew that I wasn't from District 4. He knew that Finnick knew too. He knew everything. He could kill Finnick because of a stupid thing I did when I was a child. I never thought I would say this, but thank god my mom and Annabell were dead because he couldn't hurt them. He could use their deaths against me, but thats all. My stomach started feeling like something was crawling out of it as I writhed on the floor in mental pain. Flashes of seeing my mom being whipped when I was six, escaped my memories and came flooding back.

Another scream.

Hearing my moms screams echo through my ears as each lash hit her back, I tried to cover my ears to stop it, but the cries of pain were in my head and I couldn't get them out. I scratched down on my ears hoping it would stop.

Another scream.

Feeling the loneliness I felt when I thought my mom abandoned me at the small shack arose in my body. I felt empty inside, like I was just a hollow mush of skin.

Another scream.

Breaking me out of my thoughts, I heard the door open and someone collapse on my body. I continued thrashing around and screaming like I was being attacked, as I was being pinned down on the floor and hearing someone saying "shh" and "it's okay". After a couple minutes, I was completely worn out and I stopped, letting the cries become soft pouts. And soon the pouts became sounds of nothingness.

"Colt! What happened?!" Finnick said now collapsing next to my shaking body, but holding onto my hand. I didn't know if I should tell him that President Snow practically threatened his life, I didn't want to worry him since I wanted him to focus on just Annie right now.

"He knows," Was all I said as I exited the room knowing Lidian would be sitting out there with my stylists to fix up what they expected to be was small things, but now it would be my entire face.

As I entered the room, I could hear all their breaths get caught in their throats. I'm sure I looked like a clown did my makeup. Lidian was of course, was first to speak up.

"What did you do?!" She exclaimed. I kept my mouth shut though. "No matter, we have five minutes! Chop chop! We need to fix you up again!" She said quickly and sat down on the couch waiting for my stylists to fix me up.

They fixed my makeup back to how it was during the interviews and curled my hair a bit so the waves became waves again. It obviously took more than five minutes, and since Cato and I had to walk down to the feast together as a happy couple, Cato and Brutus met us at my room, so while my hair was getting finished, they were sitting in the other room.

"What is this cut from?!" Vitic exclaimed very loud so I knew Cato must've heard it in the room next to us.

"Oh I um cut myself accidentally with my nails when I was putting my hair behind my ear," I explained hoping he would believe my lie.

"Oh sweetheart. See! I told Satilis we should have cut her nails shorter!" Vitic said while giving Satilis the beady eye. She just huffed and turned the other way while Vitic covered the cut. After he was done, he handed me a mirror to show me where he covered it up. My forehead looked perfect, like the cut was never there.

Walking into the other room to meet, Finnick, Annie, Lidian, Brutus and Cato, my eyes met Cato's. He put on a small smile as I walked over to him already having to put on a show. He put his arm on my lower back and instead of me getting comfortable and feeling safe like I usually do, I stiffened a bit and when he noticed, I just smiled hoping he would drop it, like he dropped me, my heart.

"You look breathtaking," Cato breathed in my ear, making tears appear in my eyes. I knew I would miss him and I already did. Today has been the most emotional day I've ever been through. First being happy with Cato, then him dumping me, then President Snow threatening Finnick's life and finding out I was from District 7.

We all squished into the elevator, and when we got to the floor the feast was on, we met Katniss and Peeta. They looked the same as they had before, both beautiful. We all greeted each other, and then walked through the big doors leading to the feast.


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