Epilogue

'Where the fuck am I?'

Butch was blinded by the stark whiteness of the room he was in. He had no recollection of how he ended up here but he was sure that this was far from the arena.

The bleak room contained nothing but a camera and the bed which Butch was bound to. As he continued to rack through his brain- the worst conclusion came to the front of his mind.

'If I'm in the Capitol, then you might as well show yourself Snow. I've missed you.'

He tugged on the restraint but his attempts were feeble due to the many cuts and bruises he sustained within the arena.

The lock on his door sounded as the president methodically entered the room followed by a battalion of peacekeepers.

'I didn't know this was a going to be such a party.'

Snow let out a smirk as he was astounded that this ant under his shoe could still have a sense of humour.

'It's good to see you awake Mr. Mackintosh. We've been needing you for some answers.'

'The feelings mutual- where the hell am I?'

'My home. Don't fight too hard and everything you could ever need is right behind these walls. So tell me what happened in that arena.'

Butch knew that he was never going to escape these walls, he no longer had any need to be crushed under the rule of Snow. The rebellion was real- as real as ever before. He tugged once more at the restraints before adding.

'Go to hell.'

Snow sadistically laughed at this remark. He snapped his fingers as a nurse walked in followed by a trolly of syringes. She approached the restrained captive as she readied the first needle.

'You're already here.'