JACK THE RIPPER

59- Wreck my plans, thats my man

"Snow! Snow you open this door right now!"

The oak tree business office doors were beaten and beaten on by someone standing at the doorway of it whilst the doors persisted themselves to keep tightly shut. the doors continued to be banged on harder and harder until the sound of a clear, buzzing noise allowed them to open.

Finnick collapsed straight through the doors, damaging his olive skin on the hardwood flooring that would leave a bruise on the left side of his face. He grumbled in pain, experiencing the pain when he was on his face. Finnick heaved himself over, coughing.

The voice of somebody from the middle of the office, where the white roses were being plucked. White roses in a vase with one missing, whilst the man plucked one of the white rose petals carefully into the bin.

"Such bravery, such pride, Mr. Odair" Coriolanus Snow's voice was smooth and deep. Finnick looked up from the floor, he was still in agonising stinging from his fall. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We...had...a...deal." Finnick stumbled his words out like the fall had broken his voice box as well as his body.

"Ah yes I remember now" Snow plucked off another snowy petal and there it went, into the bin. "It was in the middle of July you came into my office, begging and pleading with me to spare one Serabella Chambers to not lead the same life that had taken you."

"You promised, Snow!" Finnick roared, now standing on his feet, edging his feet closer to the oak desk. Snow shook his head.

"Mr. Odair, the first thing I think we both knew about me was that I don't always stick to my word."

Snow situated the rose delicately onto the desk, but Finnick hammered it off. Snow didn't seem fazed that the man was in a tyrannical temper and as an alternative just looked the emerald-eyed human nonstop into the eyes.

"You promised me, Snow!" Finnick shouted. "I'll do whatever you want! As many women as you want, leave Serabella out of it."

"Such compassion, such love." Snow complimented the man gently. He opened one of the windows up of his office via his remote that was sitting on the table. "Maybe I was wrong about some part of your fake relationship."

"Yeah, you were." Finnick panted before he leaned both of his direct the table, glaring at the old man in front of him. "What did Serabella agree to?"

"I have a problem, Mr. Odair." Snow shook his head in disappoint. Like something bad had happened to him whereas in reality, he was just inflicting increased pain onto the people who had won the games. "This began when your little flame decided that she wanted to start flickers of rebellion. Now no bad deed goes unpunished. A little flicker of hope is fine, but not too much, too much can lead to courage, courage leads to bravery, to arrogance, arrogance leads to anger and fury, and those lead my dear boy to rebellion. That I cannot have"  

"Snow!"

"—So, as you and I both know, any bad deed that goes unpunished, what's to say that just because the victor from the 70th Hunger Games can do what she likes, what's to say that the rest of Panem can too?" Snow inquired, Finnick gritted his teeth, feeling the sharp bone crushing down onto his bottom teeth. Snow plucked another rose. "Serabella needs to learn her lesson that she needs to be kept on a close eye. But she also needs to realise she needs to be punished. So, the worst thing for her is being sold, the way you were sold."

"Tell me, what can I do?" Finnick begged the man who he had once rested so much he would have killed him. Now he was at his mercy.

Snow had everything to punish Finnick. But oh, if he punished Serabella, he would kill two birds with one stone. That he wanted.

"Oh, I'm afraid it's not up to you anymore Mr. Odair." Snow threw the rose into the rubbish before he looked up, pursing his prune lips. "The ball is in Ms. Chamber's court."