The Fury~
"Amacus," I hear his voice like a serpent's, dangerously smooth.
I turn my head slightly and catch the President's eye. "Please," he says, "come with me."
I follow him as he walks out of my antique office and down sleek metal halls that I have never seen before. I don't realize it, but my hands are clenched into pulsating fists at my sides. My breath quivers in my lungs. My breaths are shallow.
I know where I'm going.
Only three men have been here before. The first of whom, is the President. The next was the Head Gamemaker of the first through third Hunger Games. And the last was the Head Gamemaker of the fourth through seventh Hunger Games.
The President's shoes chime on the floor so polished that I can see my own expression. My face is slightly wrinkled. My blond eyebrows are furrowed, my nostrils flared.
The President is deadly calm. Suddenly he stops moving and turns to look back at me. For a second, a crazy thought overcomes me- I could kill him. There are no guards surrounding him. No one is watching. Though surly there are video cameras. I shake my head slightly, I'd be caught. Tortured, probably for the rest of my life.
The President gestures to a doorway to his right. I slowly walk inside. The room is as clean as the rest of the Capital. In fact, there is nothing different about it. The bulky metal walls meet the metallic floor and ceiling. There are no windows. The only source of light comes from one orb-like object hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. Underneath it, there is a glass podium. My heartbeat quickens when I see the syringe on top.
"P-please. Don't d-do th-this," I don't care how desperate I sound.
There is no reply. I turn to where the President had been standing. He's gone. The door is closed and he's gone. And I'm in here. Trapped.
I slam my body into the door. I turn the knob, knowing already that it's locked.
"Amacus," I say to myself, "The bastard has given you a choice. You can take this like the man you've always wanted to be, or you can starve in this room,"
I stumble towards the podium and the syringe.
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