Heaven. (After the games.)

To hell.

I'm so angry. For all the time I've been... Um... Dead. I haven't felt angry. When I was, well alive I was angry all the time. And I remember why. The capital. Why would they send victors into the games. When they win they are sopose to be free. But no. I even feel bad for Katniss. Even though I hated fire girl from the get go, she won. Her, prim and who ever else was in her family should be free. Katniss will probley end up dead because of lover boy.

Today I have my next job but I can't stop thinking of what I saw. I head to the mirror building and mr. Everdeen does the sparkling orb thing, but my mind keeps drifting. When he's done I look at my arm. I'm shocked.

'MATHEW SNOW.'

I close my eyes and teleport. I find myself in an office. Its a square shaped room, on every second wall its white and on all the rest are black. There is a huge fluffy animal skin rug covering just under half of the white marble floor. Then sitting at a black wooden desk draped in white roses is the one and only president snow. He watches the games peacfully becoming filled with bliss at the sound of a cannon.

His bony wrinkly fingers dial a number on a phone on his desk.

"Hello... Yes... Would you mind making the cornicopia spin...yes...make it as hard for them as you can...make sure Katniss dies... Thank you Plutarch" snow bellows. Then I look at the screan. Tributes are in an arena with a body of water holding the cornicopia surrounded by a jungle. katniss, Peeta, Finnick, beetie, Johanna, gloss, Enibaria and Brutas one by one fling off of the spinning cornicopia.

"You should try one day in that arena with me and I'll slit your throat." I burst. "No, so thing slower more painful." Snow looks scared. Oh god what did I do. My hands get extremely hot. I look down at them. Starting at the tips of my fingers darkness crawls over my hand and up my arm. When it gets to my face it feels like I'm drowning. I scream but nothing comes out. Then all is dark.

I hear a voice, "so anger has brought you here to this hellhole." It spits. "Don't worry I'll treate you well." Venom drips from his words, "I love company. It's so lonely down here, visitors are welcomed with open arms." I feel claws scrape down my bare arm. I swat it away. "Feisty now are we. Clove I always assumed you'd come here right away. Being the sinner you were. But I geuss in a matter of time you did show up."

"Where am I." I ask.

"Notice the darkness." The vioce dispmisses my question. "Don't fret you'll get used to it. But once a day I do turn the lights on. How about I show you where you are."

Dim light flickers on. I'm sitting on at the bottom of a rock column. There are people climbing the wall sitting on ledges. Others run across the floor. They remind me of rats In a sewer.

There is a hole in the middle of the floor. I jump back in surprise. Lava gushes out exploding into the air. Hitting no one, striking fear into all. Then it disappears back into the hole.

The voice came from a tall skinny man. His face is pale and he has a short sindged beard. He wears blood red chared clothing matching everyone else's. A short brunet boy and a tall blond girl run up to me. The boy has dark eyes and skin with no smile. Like the girl who has choppy hair skin looking almost normal and looks kinda familiar.

"So clove this is Ralph and..." I stop him.

"Glimmer." I say as more of a question. "Who are you I ask the vioce."

"I'm sir Ethan snow. Father of president snow." Oh my god. Im in hell.