Catching Snow

Chapter 6

As soon as I wake up, my head throbs and my eyes are puffy from crying.

Since Katniss never got the chance to fulfill her greatest wish, I will.

I will kill Snow.

I just have to catch him first.

I wish I had Buttercup with me.

I hear footsteps in the distance.

"What was that?" I shout.

Someone is hitting the racks of Capital couture.

"Come out here!" I scream in the direction I heard the noise from.

"Hello? Who's there?" a person with a slight Capital accent yells in my direction.

Crap.

In a suckish Capital accent, I respond with "Oh I'm sorry, I just needed a place to stay, dearest, my house was obliterated in this war."

The origin of the voice comes over to me, thank God I forgot to take off the stolen clothes, and helps me to my feet, she's wearing black pants, combat boots, a silky, silver top, a fuzzy but thin zebra print jacket, blonde pixie hair, and a lime green hat, unusually plain for a Capital person.

"That's too bad, really, but this place is off-limits, you should know better than wandering into random stores, especially at this time. But since you seem innocent, I'll lead you to a comfortable place to rest and stay."

"Thank you so much, my dear." I say, genuinely thankful for this Capital lady.

She leads me out of the store and into a deserted neighborhood. Then, to my surprise, she stops in front of a huge hotel and guides me in.

"Where are we?" I ask the kind Capital person.

"Oh, I should probably introduce myself, may seem a little suspicious, some random lady dragging you through the streets of the Capital, I am Silver Arausio, and we are in the North Eastern end. And you are?", Silver Arausio says.

"I-I a-am uhh Ashleen, um, Naysmith." I stutter.

"It's great to meet you, Ashleen Naysmith. You look strangely like Primrose Everdeen, Katniss Everdeen's younger sister, but that's impossible because Primrose died in the bombing of the Capital, and Katniss died from that idiotic President Cornelius Snow. I'm so sorry, dearest, I shouldn't have said that."

"Well, you should not be sorry, Silver Arousio, because I feel as though many others have the same thoughts about our horrible President Snow after what he did to Katniss." I say defiantly.

Silver smirks at me and says, "I have a feeling that we will become good friends, surprisingly, not many people in the Capital hate Snow, most just worship him even more. I would never do something so stupid. Those people are just suck-ups."

"I'd be careful what you say in here." I mutter, not bothering to use a Capital accent.

"Oh, we're safe here, all of these people are anti-Snow, plotting how to kill him without any alarms triggering or people finding out." Silver explains, also dropping the accent, "Are you really Ashleen Naysmith? Seems like you just came up with it."

"No, I'm not, but I need to trust you before I can tell you who I really am." I say with a grin.

"Yeah, I like you already, we definitely will become great friends, fast." Silver smirks.