The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

The Interval

Plutus Pamper's POV

My mind swarms with all the different tortures president snow could torture me with. My stylist, Stella, grabs me by the wrist.

"Plutus, you did just fabulous!" She squeals. I shake her away. "What's wrong?" She asks.

"Nothing." I lie. "I just need to be alone."

I go into my dressing room and sit on the floor. I rock back an forth my head in my hands. I sob and sob until I have no tears left. It's all Jace's fault. Now I'm going to die, or worse be tortured to death.

I wipe my eyes. I try to scream but nothing comes out as peacekeepers storm into the room.

"Please come with us." They say, robotically. However I don't have much choice if I want to come or not because they grab me forcefully by the arms; dragging me away from the job I've always dreamed of.

I try to swallow all my anxiety away.

I take deep breathes as I see president snow striding towards me. The peacekeepers leave, but I see that they are close enough to catch me if I try to run away. A shame really as all I want to do is run away.

President Snow glares at me with his black, soulless eyes. The man who was once my hero, my saviour is now my worst nightmare.

"Plutus, Plutus. What did I say to you on that fine day? Control them. Don't let them rebel. You have disobeyed me." He says, while fiddling with white rose.

His nails are grotesque, with what seems like blood stuck under them.

"Ah. Plutus I liked you. You were such a big hunger games fan." He says, dreamily.

"I still am." I cut in. However my voice is small and unbelievable.

He fake smiles at me. "Well, I have no other choice. You disobeyed me... This is revenge."

"Please no!" I say shakily - dreading what he has planned for me.

"I cannot simply keep citizens who will allow rebellion. Especially for a interviewer. It ruins the system... It gives the districts hope." He says.

With a single clap of his hands peacekeepers come once again marching down the corridors.

"Please, president. I will do whatever you say. I - I ... Am a great interviewer! Or just at least let me live!" I stutter, thrashing around in the peacekeepers arms.

President snow grins at me. "Ta-Ta, Mr.Pamper!" He cackles.

I wail in despair.

"Ow! Could you please be a bit more careful!" I scream at the peacekeepers as they chuck me carelessly in a cold, damp room.

The only light source is the minuscule crack in the wall. A lone ray if sunshine sparkles inside, illuminating the dust.

There seems to be no torture instruments inside. Though neither is there any food or water; which may mean that I will starve/dehydrate to death.

I slump against the wall. I close my eyes; trying to imagine that I am anywhere but here.

A/N: Poor Plutus... I wonder who will be doing the second half of the interviews ;) Anyway sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes that I missed :)