The One Who is the One approached President Snow, and said, "So you are the man I am suppose to rule with?"
President Snow smirked. "Indeed. I was afraid you would be weaker."
The One tensed and growled, "Now that we are both ruling, do you agree that we should torture and kill of these witches and wizards?"
President Snow tried not to roll his eyes, annoyed by his fellow leader's fear of witches and wizards. Fairy tales! He was afraid a fairy tales! "Oh of course," he replied stiffly. "Every one of them."
The One nodded in satisfaction. "Good."
"Here," President Snow said suddenly and handed The One a glass of champagne. "A toast to a new future... and long life."
The One frowned and grabbed the drink, making a toast with President Snow and drinking it slowly, the flavors rolling around on his tongue, eyeing President Snow as he also took a drink.
News spread quickly the next day. Nervous whispers here and there, eyes flashing in alarm. How did this happen? Who did it? Why did they do it? Was it an accident, meant for someone else, or was it on purpose? Would they strike again? Was it for good or for bad?
All these unanswered questions… but no one could see who did it, which was right under all their noses, changing the ways of life, separating everything to Districts.
No one knew, no one would ever guess he would do such a thing. But one thing was sure, there was one leader now.
The One Who is the One, was dead. Leaving President Snow in full charge of everything.