The blur across my vision starts to vanish when i'm dragged through a set of double doors that lead to Snow's office, the one i was trying to get into when Thread caught me. In there was Egeria, stood by Snow as he sat at his desk, and Commander Thread.
Judging by how quiet everything seems, i'm willing to bet the Victory Tour party is long finished. Shit it could have finished days ago for all i know. Though seeing how Snow is still wearing the same clothes - which he never does - i know it's only been a few hours at worst.
The two people carrying me drop me on the ground in front of Snow and take their leave. I'm still hoping for that bomb, seeing as i hate everybody in this room with me. So what if it kills me too. Death has to be better than what Snow is about to do to me.
"Commander Thread tells me you found yourself in an, adventurous, mood this evening." Snow, for awhile, just sits there and stares at me as pull myself to my knee's. "When i specifically told you, to stay away."
I don't say anything despite wanting too. I know my place. If i so much as murmur Threads fist will connect with my face again.
"Now i know you wouldn't be stupid enough to try and contact anybody from District Seven." Again he stares and waits. "So what exactly where you up too, i wonder."
It wasn't a question he was asking me directly, because he already knew the answer. He was just biding his time and playing with my head.
Snow reaches down and picks up a messily glued together scrap of paper off his desk - the one Powell gave me - with a small but wicked smile setting onto his face as he stood up and made his way over to stand in front of me.
Turning the paper around, he holds in front of my face. "Exactly what did you hope to achieve by breaking in here, hmm?"
I can't even answer that for myself other than i wasn't really thinking about what i was doing. So even if i wanted to give him an answer, i couldn't.
"You do not know?" He asks, almost laughing. "Maybe you are stupid enough to try and contact your 'friends'."
Yeah, i am. But not to contact them directly. I just hope he doesn't know about Powell.
Snow smiles down at the paper in his hands then retreats to sit back down in his chair at his desk. "You'll be overjoyed to know that Ms Mason rudely declined my generous offer, i'd imagine."
She did? I wish i could say that was a great thing. But the look on Snows face says he's anything but happy with what she's done and he won't let her get away with it.
"Do you agree with her decision?" Snow asks.
I say nothing.
"You shouldn't." He says when he realises i'm saying nothing. "Ms Mason was wrong to show defiance."
Fair to say i don't totally agree with that. Somebody had show him that he didn't own them eventually, the only problem i have with it is that Johanna will be the one to pay for it. If he hurts her i will kill him.
"Victors should be honoured to receive such duties." Snow cuts off my thoughts. "Only the most attractive get such an opportunity."
So what? Johanna should be honoured that he asked her to fuck anything walking because he says she is pretty? I think she'd be insulted.
"And when victors do not play ball, do you know what happens?" Snow continues on, purposely asking me that question because of my dad. "They pay with blood."
In a snap i'm off my knee's and go to charge forward saying, "If you hurt her...".
Thread is there just as quick, grabbing the back of my neck and forcing me onto my knee's yet again.
Snow starts smiling as Thread lets go of me. "Hurt her? No, that would be too easy."
After grabbing a small grey cube, Snow gets up again and sits on the edge of the desk in front of me. He places the grey cube at my eye level and activates the fairly large holographic screen.
The first thing i see is three people, also on their knee's only tied up with rope. They're all sobbing from what i can see, the man trying to calm the kid. I don't recall ever meeting them, but i can tell you that the women and the man, even the little boy look familiar. I then know why too.
The Mason's. It's easy to see now i look again. Johanna looks so much like both her mom and her dad it's unreal. Even her little brother looks like her.
Now it's hard to not know who they are, i start to feel the panic swelling in my gut as i realise exactly what is going on. More so when Thread walks over to each of them with a gun in his hand.
I try to look away, only Thread grabs my head and forces me to watch as he shoots each one of them point blank in the back of the head. After that he lets me look away.
There's no way Johanna knows yet, she won't even be back in Seven.
I hear Thread chuckle and can almost feel the grin eating away at Snow's face as i clench my fists together.
I don't want to believe he has done that to her family. But when the evidence is sitting right in front of you it's hard to convince yourself otherwise.
Who knows why he showed me that or what exactly he was expecting it to do to me. But i do know that this isn't what he wanted.
Before either Snow or Thread can notice i push myself off the ground, charge at Snow and hit him square in the face. I manage to get a second punch in before Thread has me on the ground punching the living daylights out of me.
"Enough!" Snow shouts about twenty punches later.
I can feel the blood covering and running down my face as Thread gets off me and pulls me to sit up. I'm surprised i'm even alive, yet alone able to sit up without support.
Snow is rubbing his busted lip, smirking at the sight of his own blood. Or maybe at my blood, it's covering the floor enough right now.
"There is one other thing." He says slowly as Egeria begins wiping to blood off his face with a tissue. "Commander Thread if you would, please."
Thread nods but doesn't leave my side. "Bring him in." He says into an earpiece.
As Thread grabs me to make sure i can't flip out again, the doors to the office open and two peacekeepers enter, dragging a lifeless Powell in with them.
No. No no no no no. What have i done?
"Your outside source, hmm?" Snow waves or Egeria. "After all i've done for you, this is how you repay my kindness. Resorting to nothing more than a lousy stylist to help you escape."
He crouches down in front of me, making Thread pull my arms behind my back tighter.
"You are going nowhere." Snow says. "And the list of people who die because of you, starts now."
He stands up and signals the peacekeeper on the right. The peacekeeper salutes, pulls out his gun and bang! Powell was already lifeless, they'd beaten him that bad. By shooting him, they had put him out of his misery.
It's my fault he is dead though. No matter if i want it to be false, it's the opposite.
"I was a fool to ever think you could become a true Snow." Snow sits down behind his desk one final time. "You will always be your fathers boy. A Dugald. A blight on my family name."
He doesn't say anything else, just cocks his head to the side as Thread starts dragging me away. The other two peacekeepers follow him.
I know where i'm going now and it's not back to that room in the mansion. I'm going to the grand torture fest under the training centre, the place nobody but Snow and high up officers know about.
The same place he killed my dad.