Here's another POV's: Seneca Crane's death. Hope you guys enjoy :)

The Peacekeepers shove me into the room and slam the doors shut, sealing me inside. I look around the room. It's got marble floors and red, velvet wallpaper. No windows or air-vents though. I'm trapped inside for sure.

In the middle of the room stands the only piece of furniture: a golden table with a bowl on the top. The room is so large and quiet that I can hear my footsteps echo as I walk over to the bowl.

I peek inside to find hundreds of dark-blue berries. They're not blueberries. I've had many blueberries, and they look nothing like these unfamiliar spheres. I notice a small label on the bowl. On the sticker is what could only be President Coriolanus Snow's dainty handwriting.

"Nightlock, I'm sure you know what this is, right Seneca?"

I curse under my breath. I go back to the front doors and realise that the door knobs are missing. This is how I'm going to die. No, not really. I could just starve to death. I could die from dehydration. I could even die from lack of oxygen.

He's smart, that President. Forcing me to eat the same berries that Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark were going to swallow, but I stopped them, much to Snow's dismay.

The girl from District Five, Finch, she found them too, but she succeeded in eating them. They're some powerful stuff. She was dead a minute after she ate her first one.

I eye the bowl of berries, unsure if I should die now or later. I'm already feeling a headache coming in. I have to do this. I have to, I have to.

I sift through the Nightlock, searching for the right berry. I find a plump berry that will probably kill me faster.

I drop the berry onto my tongue before my muscles tense up.

"Seneca, you have to do this." I mutter to myself.

I take a bite of the berry and instantly my mouth is filled with flavour. Oh, the berry is delicious. It's sweet, but bitter. Oh, I should go grab another, while I c-

A/N: i put a line here by accident and cant delete it so :P