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Katniss

The fear that he had caused her. Snow was not dead! Grief overwhelmed her as she stood there, frozen, Peeta finally snapping her out of it. Snow just smiled like they were good friends.

"Have a seat Mrs Mellark." He gestured towards a chair and she sat down, glancing down. She thought that she would never see that face again but she was wrong. Now he was about 90 or so, his face wrinkled, uglier than ever.

Now people were looking at him. His white hair matched the snow coming down heavily outside the bakery. She expected Snow to be weak and old, throwing a strike only to miss.

Instead he talked to her, not making a move. But tucked in his sleeve, she could see a white rose, stained with red. She wasn't guessing paint.

"Listen Mrs Mellark, we've had a few disagreements in the past but it's time to settle that and don't make a big fuss and make people stare please. We're in a bakery after all." She knew that he had come at this moment on purpose because she couldn't make a racket in public.

"You killed some of the people I loved! You killed Prim!" She began to sob. She didn't want her children to see her like this, she never wanted them in the first place, by Peeta had begged for them and now they had to know what her awful life was like.

"Excuse me." Snow coughed into his tissue and it turned dark red. She didn't care if she was drawing attention to herself because she screamed. "I hate you!" Then she threw the very chair she was sitting on right at him.

His old body surprisingly stayed up, leaving him with only a scratch. She saw two little girl's Swann's age run toward the back of the bakery where the chefs made the finest baked goods.

"I tried to play it nice but very well." Snow brushed himself off and then punched her right in the nose as it started to bleed endlessly. Then she made an effort to strike back, but he caught it. She needed her bow. He had this attack well planned. Then he kicked her in the chest, moving well for an old man. She stumbled back an He bashed her head in a few times, real good. She saw Jago and Swann bawling their eyes out, seeing their mother get beat up. They ran to the two girls in the back of the bakery.

Then she just stared up at the ceiling, as she saw her life flash before her eyes. There was Prim when they were small, she was singing to her and calling her 'Little Duck'. Like she did before she died. Then she was in the games for the second time, kissing Peeta. Then there was Gale, who was jealous. He was screaming at her. She covered her ears.

Then he grabbed his sword, and pointed the tip of his blade to her throat. "Any last words?" He grinned, knowing that he had won.

"Yes..tell Peeta, Swann, and Jago that I love them." He nodded. "Good, before I kill them too." And then he slit her throat as she bled a big puddle on the floor. Then they all knew that Katniss Mellark, Girl on Fire was dead. And she lay in that big puddle as the lights went out and the bakery closed.

She felt herself going through a series of faces. There was her beloved sister first. In a white dress made of soft material, she stood there, elegant makeup on, she had never seen her sister in makeup. Prim looked just like when she died. She was thirteen, with a braid in her hair, and olive skin, green eyes. She looked beautiful and alive. Did she look like that? Was she dead? An angel?

Then she saw Prim smile that warm smile of hers back when she was living. She was reaching her arm out for her to accept she was dead and join her. So she wrapped her fingers in Prim's and she nodded.

"You'll always be my little duck no matter what," She cried. It must have been weird for a grown woman in her 30's to be crying to a thirteen year old girl with the knowledge of a 30 year old woman. But then she looked in the mirror, and saw her hair, same eyes, but a beautiful glow around her like an angel literally.

And she knew her kids would have to struggle with the games, weak little Jago and Swann were used to the deluxe life of this though. Now they had to be put in a hardcore survival competition. They would die and join her in heaven, eternally. Was that so bad?

So the new angel moved forward, where two thrones stood on the heavenly ground. One was smaller than the other, one was labeled Prim. One was labeled Reserved. And she knew what that meant. So she sat in the big throne, and tore down the reserved sign, a smile on her face, forgetting all of her worries.