JACK THE RIPPER

62- Champagne problems

"Why don't you just kill me now, Snow?"

I enquired of the president. I asked the president to execute me, I had left Finnick's apartment, gotten into the soundless elevator with the President and the two peacekeepers, we had ridden the elevator all the way down to the bottom floor, Snow strolled behind me with the peacekeepers behind him. I was the first in front.

The black car pulled up outside of the penthouse suit, the President arranged for me to get into the car, it was more of a limo. Both of the Peacekeepers got in after Snow, who sat a couple of seats down from me.

The limo withdrew itself away from the penthouse, the driver was another peacekeeper, the three of them were entirely soundless but their guns were amble and very understandably in their pockets. I chose to disregard this and instead, I was waiting for this day to be over.

That's when Snow was interfering around with his pocket, he found the thing he was looking for as he plucked a white rose out of his pocket for me to grapple onto.

"For you, my dear." He handed me the rose; I narrowed my eyes at snow but placed it in my pocket, nonetheless.

"Oh, how kind" I sarcastically snarled, before looking the President in the eyes. "Why don't you just kill me now, Snow?"

The pause between that was ear-splitting, it was so loud it was completely soundless, I watched as Snow thought about the very idea of killing me, watching me blister and scorch to death or have a firing squad take me out and just burn me and decrease me to ashes until I was nothing more than a crumpled body on the floor.

"I don't want to kill you, Serabella." Snow responded me but both him and I knew that was bullshit, he did want to slaughter me. He wanted to see become a shell of myself.

"No, you want to punish me." I agreed with him, he wanted me to be punished for what I did in the games.

"Your right I do."

"Why? What did I do to deserve this punishment?"

"You don't see what I see, Miss Chambers." Snow illuminated to me; he had no heart. I looked into that man's eyes, and I saw the truth about President Snow; he had no soul left. "See when you insulted me on National television, when you began to form alliances with other districts such as ten. I watched as other Districts, the ones in the lower ranks such as eight, nine, ten, eleven and twelve all began to uprise. Defy peacekeepers, signs of rebellion, signs of the dark days coming up again, with twelve, not thirteen, twelve districts rebelling against the Capitol."

"—You can't have that." I understood, Snow couldn't have another uprising on his hands. It killed thousands upon thousand of Capitol citizens.

"No, Miss Chambers, I cannot." Snow agreed whole-heartedly with me. He looked me in the eyes, inching closer. "Would you like to be in a war, Miss Chambers?"

"No, I would not."

"No, neither would I" Snow nodded his head. He took a white rose out, so we now had both. "So, I decided to put out the fire entirely, before it grew into a spark and then a whole fire, it would burn the entire house down."

"You don't need to do this. I'll be quiet." I pleaded with him, but it was begging with a madman that I hadn't comprehended what I was doing.

"I can't take your word, not right now at least." Snow shook his head; I felt a sting of betrayal from him.

"You told me that if I did well on the victory tour, selling my love with Finnick I wouldn't have to do this." I cried out.

But I made a mistake; I trusted President Snow.