The Capital Games

Do you know what it's like to be hated by millions, envied by thousands and have high expectations from hundreds? That's basically your life when your name is Saffra Snow, and unfortunately I have the pleasure of bearing that name.

I do know how lucky I was to eat four meals a day and get everything I wish for, but I never truly appreciated it until they came. They meaning the rebels, mainly Katniss Everdeen. Even her name sends shivers down my spine.

Though, I do have one thing to thank her for. One thing I could have never gotten had I still lived in the penthouse of the Snow Mansion, with a mother who is always telling you about her high expectations for you and dragging you to endless parties. But I suppose that's to be expected when your the niece of President Snow, I hardly even know him, and he had already dictated my life. Yes, Katniss Everdeen gave me that one thing I had craved- freedom.

Freedom may not exactly be the word to describe 'being held prisoner hundreds of feet under the ground', but it was good enough for me. No more ceremonies and parties and dressing up and most of all: expectations.

"Here's your lunch, princess," sneered Avilon,

my very own private guard equipped with tazors, knifes and guns. Yeah, like I even would bother attacking anyone, much less a highly trained assassin who very badly wants to kill me.

I sigh and walk over to the plate waiting for me, my chains attached to my feet dragging on the ground. Another meal full of rotten vegetables and meat that smells like old socks. Lucky me.

Though I suppose it could of been worse, they could of publicly hanged me like Avilon always threatens to. Maybe they should just do it, that would be better than living out the rest of my life cooped up in here, I think as I scan the cold cement walls and my measly metal bed sitting in the middle of my small cell. sometimes I think it's mocking me being so different than my feather stuffed pillows and fluffy mattress back home.

"It has been decided," a new voice orders from the hallway to Avilon, "Yes, bring her now."

"Bu-"

"NOW! Have her taken to the square, it's happening." The voice snaps and I hear footsteps retreating down the hallway.

My door opens with a squeak and Avilon strides in, walking straight towards me.

It's finally happening, I think, he's going to kill me. My eyes wide as saucers, I take a step back, knocking over my plate full of untouched food.

He grins evilly and yanks the chain attached my foot, sending me crashing towards the hard floor with a thump. I cringe in pain as my shoulder seems to be on fire, I hope he makes it quick,

I hear the jangling of the chains and they break away from my feet.

"What?" I say, completely in shock that he unchained me.

"Get up." He states in his gruff voice as he yanks me up and pushes me towards the door, "Don't get any ideas or else I don't care what Coin says, I'll slit your throat."

I nod and start walking, knowing he is completely serious about the killing thing.

I just wonder if that voice was taking about the square back home at the Capitol...