The Boy With The Bread

Chapter 35

President Snow's POV

Yes. Yes! My Gamemakers are doing a fantastic job so far. Gale Hawthorne also known as Tribute 23 was chased by fireballs and now, Levia Daymont, Tribute 25 is here. My Games are going well, despite the havoc in the districts. The Capitol citizens don't even have the slightest idea about what is going on. Riots in the districts, hidden weapons, Panem is going to be a mess. What would become of us if there was a civil war?

"President Snow, sir!" I hear a voice call. It's Milli Grisimeta.

"Yes, Milli?" Again, she sounds panicked and shrill.

"Sir, the Game ended." Milli drops all her papers on the floor and awkwardly scrambles to pick them up.

"What do you mean... The Games ended...?" Milli nods her head slowly, as if she doesn't fully understand what is going on. I race to the Gamemaker's room, and slam the door open. The Gamemakers immediately stand up, straight as sticks, their faces clouded with fear. Their crisp white uniform gives people the impression that they are calm, cool, collected and professional, but now, the Gamemakers cower, sweat pouring down their faces.
As calmly as I can, I say, "Milli told me the Games ended. Is this true?" No one answers. "Please tell me, is it true? I only want to know what is going on. Silly of me to be so oblivious on what is going on. I am the president after all. And since I am being so silly today, would someone be a gentleman or lady by explaining what is going on?"

Again, no one speaks and I find it is hard to keep my cool. "Tell me! Or I will have you and your families executed!" Now, people begin speaking. I notice some don't. Rebel sympathizers. I make a mental note to kill their families after. "Ladies and gentlemen, one at a time." I call on the man closest to me, like a schoolteacher.

"President Snow, sir, well, you see, we created lions that were mutated to kill Katniss only. They were chasing her on the treetops and as they caught up to her, Katniss decided to commit an act of suicide, instead of letting the mutts get to her. We were going to let her go, because we still have two other tributes and Tribute 23 would have killed Tribute 25 automatically, quickly and easily. However, as Katniss was falling to her death, a net came out and caught her, and pulled her away to safety, where the lions all fell into a giant hole. I am in charge of the cannons, so I was preparing to sound the cannon. But some other people decided to save her." I hate people who blame.

"Thank you, sir." I tell him. Then I scream, "Guards!! EXECUTE HIM!" Of course, there are no guards but it felt good to scream. I really wanted that man dead though, and the other Gamemakers. The man looks petrified.

"SENECA CRANE!" I yell. A tall man with an exceptional beard, designed in a fashionable way, walks in calmly. I tell all the Gamemakers to go home and then come back tomorrow, or execution will await them. "Seneca, may we talk? Privately?"

A/N
Okay I said I wasn't gonna do a president snows pov but i wanted to for some reason. well THANKS FOR 700 READS ASDFGHJKL ok thanks guys love yall (why did i say yall im californian not texan okay buh bye)
~sugarsweetswiftie aka Jamie:)