A/N: here is an entry for the starvation forum May challenge; Catch.

I don't own the books

R&R!

Lights flashed across his screen. Bursts of blue and green filled the large frame. Then they were there. The hover crafts dropped down and scooped them up one by one. He sent them in to stop it all. To catch them all.

Each and every one of those wretched victors were supposed to die. One way or another.

He swirled the dark liquid in his glass of wine, contemplating. He wasn't going to let this happen. 'This' being what was appearing on two other screens in his office.

Peacekeepers had their force expanded exponentially. They were racing across the country with hovercrafts loaded with weapons; bombs, guns, grenades. Then on the opposite screen were the less impressive forces.

Bodies wrapped in white cloth were stained in marks of crimson. Rebels dressed in rags for clothes delivered the final blows for the small scouting force.

Everywhere in country, war raged. He could defeat this. He could catch this so called 'rebellion' and crush beneath his prestine white shoe. He play this all off as a spectacle to the people in the capital, but when supplies from the warring districts started to dwindle he would have to explain to them that there needed to be an extermination, the poor distrcits were starving to death from the over population and he didn't want the to starve. He waould catch this rebellion right where it started. Twelve.

He moved back to the recap of what started all this. The camera had caught the image so clearly. Her limp, but living body moved up into the craft. It was all her fault.

Crack.

Glass shattered in his hand as the stem of his glass broke. Rivers of red dripped down his hand and onto the floor. The shards of glass dug into his flesh.

She was going to pay. She was going to die. They were all going to die. She would be caught.