MY SYOT was killed! I was being threatened by this girl, was going to let ya'll know it was stopping, and just leave it at that. I'm gone for one day and she DELETES IT. she had been threatening me for a few days, telling me she's going to delete my stories. SOOOO ANYWAYS... Imma let my anger out in my stories, so no one gets hurt. but now I'm forced to choose which ending I want for this story. :'(. both of them are amazing! :'(. Maybe I'll post an alternate ending at the end. Well, just enjoy this as is.

This is Snow's POV. .. ENJOY!

I open the velveted door silently. It's bothering me again, the tingle in the back of my mind. She's summoning me. I can't ignore it any longer.

Once I am out of the room, I start towards the elevators. Hitting the 12 button, I fantacize about what she wants. Perhaps to wish me congratulations on becoming elected. It is an amazing feat, though many people have dropped dead in the past three weeks. They needed to go, if I was to become president. It is a great honor, but I fear I may be attracting suspicion. The time may come, but no! I can't do this! I've spent years invested in this and I will not stop now!

I hit floor 12, my least favorite District number. I take the flight of stairs, and halfway through to floor 14, I knock on the secret door, that is concealed by the cement. It swings inwards and I step in.

There she is, concealed by the maroon and raven curtains that hang uselessly around her room. Her demon cat, Speckles, growls low in his throat and hisses loudly. While I hate cats with a passion unmatched, I've always loved serpents. Particularly, the snake. (BWAHAHA)

When I was little, I saw a cobra hidden in the grass. Smiling, I had picked him up and coiled him around my arm. My mother, dear woman, had shrieked at me to get the horrible creature off of me. I had obeyed with much anger.

Remembering your past won't help you now, Coriolanus. Just let it go. Dark undertones line the voice that speaks in my head. I look up. She's talking to me. Not out loud, never out loud, for we can't risk someone hearing.

Exactly, Coriolanus.

It's President Snow now, as if YOU need reminding. Soft laughter echoes in my head.

Watch your ego, Snow, as I have summoned you for your own well being.

Well, then. Carry on!

It's time to drink.

Drink? Pardon me, but I am not thirsty. I recently had this wonderful wine, made from grapes straight from the District 11 Reserve.

Drink the poison, fool! The poison?

But anyone who suspects, shall be punished. We agreed on this!

Far too many are suspicious to poison.

"I'll die!" My normally silky voice is now hissy as I whisper this aloud.

Quiet! Do you wish to risk prison? You would not survive!

I'll die. I repeat, this time in my head.

No you won't! A gleaming purple vial soars through the air. My hand shoots out and I catch it between my middle and fourth finger. "Careful not to uncork it!"

Madame, an antidote? For me?

Yes. You shall survive. I nod.

Thank you. She gestures with her hand towards the door, outlined in gold.

I step out of it and shut it silently. Not even a whoosh of air escaping or the creak of hinges reaches my ears. Silence is golden at a time like this.
I walk down the stairs and hit the balcony floor button. The clear elevator glides up with not even a bump. Walking out of the elevator, I straighten my collar and and step out the glass doors.

Someone pins a microphone to my breast pocket and I turn the the multicolored citizens of the Capitol and put on a dazzling smile.

"May the Games begin!"

LOL! He likes snakes. Little late for a disclaimer, but I'm not Suzzane Collins, cuz if I was, I'd have big money and epic story writing skills.

Anyways, I'm pretty sure only one person is reading this, but if you do, give me either a review or a PM letting me know you've read it! (Thanks for the endless support, Chiggen. Love ya like a friend!)

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