Chapter 7
The level went up to the surface and opened to a huge marble foyer. I stepped out into the crisp air and walked to a huge mahogany desk where a woman with a big fluffy cotton candy pink wig on her head, bright blue eye shadow smeared above her eyes, glowing emerald eyes with neon pink eyelashes. I tried not to flinch. "I'm looking for President Snow," I said emotionlessly. She pointed behind her to the double foggy glass doors. Obvious. I walked around her and knocked on the doors. No response. I put my hand on the cold door knob and pushed it down, slowly entering the room.
"President Snow?" I ask, seeing him in his chair. "I would like to talk to you," He spins around to face me. "Go ahead Sophia," He smiles, the white rose in his pocket in his blazer. "I have a proposal. I don't know if you know of my predicament. I don't think you'd care for it much but it's worth it. I am originally from District 2, Clove and Cato my two best friends. But I ran away to 10 and met Will and he's almost like family. He has a little sister who's been through so much, both her parents dead. I promise if you let all 4 of us live, I promise the three of us, Cato Clove and I will return every year till we are to old, or look to old to compete. We'll get disguises, anything. We will be the Trio from 2. We will kill everybody, give them a show. Make the districts fear us, fear you." I added cunningly. He thought about it. " I like that idea, but that's asking to much. Go train for now," He spun back around, not facing me. I nodded and left the room slowly, walking back to the elevator. I rode up to Level 10 and ran to my room. It wasn't long before I heard a tapping at my door. As much as I wanted it to go away it wouldn't. Eventually the person came into my room, Will. He gently sat beside me and stroked my back. "I tried getting you to live, me you Cato and Clove." He stopped patting me. "We're not all a happy family," he simply stated. I looked up at him. " I know I just-" "You just what? You intentions where sweet but all you did was give 10 more hope that hurt worse when we still lost." He got up from the bed. I rolled off my stomach and onto my knees. "Your lucky I was there so your sister wasn't going to be in this!" I Shouted. "Oh really? Cause now she's going to lose her brother and the person she looks up to most. Either way she's hurt!" He screamed back. "Nobody liked you in 10." "Get the fuck out!" I said jumping off the bed, rolling around on the ground with my hands clutching around his neck. I kicked him, then pulling him up to the door face first. I slammed his face in the wood and whispered "Don't ever speak to me again. I'll take good care of your sister," I spat before shoving him out my room. I slam the door closed, raging with fury and before I could help it I kicked all around the room, throwing furniture, breaking furniture, tearing blankets. Eventually I fell to my knees and just watched the pillow feathers fall around me. My eyes growing heavier and heavier.
I woke up to my mentor lightly shoving me. My eyes snapped open to see him a little worried. "Tonight's the private scores." I pushed myself up to my elbows. " I missed training?" He nodded. "You gave Panem quite a show last night with Will, thought you deserved today off." I gave him a small smile. "Thanks." He helped me up and walked me to the bathroom. "Get ready and we'll talk about your abilities over a light snack before we head down," Before he left I hugged him. "See you in a minute."
I jumped in the shower and let the strawberry smelling soap soak my skin, the warm water that fell in mists wash it off. I sighed and turned the knob, stepping onto the heated tiles and drying my hair fluffy, slipping on some training clothes. I never wore the ones they gave us because they were uncomfortable. If I wanted to learn to train and kill better I had to be comfortable. Right?
I walked out to join our mentor finishing up his conversation with Will as Will was walking into the living room where that night they'd watch for their scores. I joined our mentor at the dining room table, picking up some silly cut finger ham and cheese sandwiches. He cleared his throat. "What should I show off?" I say before he could. He looked up a little worried for me "Channel all your anger to the things your good at. Make them all fear you. You are incredibly gifted, trained in 2. Just be you, no more pretending." I looked up, he's right no more pretending. I was a born killer. I nodded.