Chapter One
They Said it was the "Best Job"
But it didn't take long for me to find out it was also the easiest. The only districts that didn't really need this job were 1, 2, & 4. And, It's quite funny, my dad had the same job, before he died. I guess there is just something about that name, Jethro, that means a whole lot to the President. When they first confronted me, it was after my Father's funeral.
"Abutilon Jethro! Son of Miska Jethro! Will you please follow me?" The very commanding voice of a peacekeeper soundeded. I was then taken to a dark room. A room that stank of blood. I feared a flogging. When the lights flickered on, they made a very uncomfortable humming sound. However, The lights weren't the only thing making me uncomfortable. For in front of me slouching on a couch, lay President Snow.
"Hello, Abutilon" were the first words his blood red lips formed. My Father never had a big beef with the president, as did I. "I trust that you never knew much about your father, correct?" I knew bits and peices, but it was only a few weeks before he died that I figured out, he wasn't always going to the mines. "Your Father is part of a handful of representatives, that help the Capitol in there own way. It is my honor, to let you in on this little secret." It seemed as though his white rose complemented everything around his body. It must have been stinking up the room. Because the only smell saturating the room was the smell and roses and eerie blood.
"You see, Your father cooperated with us for quite some time, and this is why he was one of the richest men in twelve." This was something that, I guess, My father never shared with me either. I could tell that Snow didn't want to get straight to the point, he seemed to be prolonging his little speech, though I was the only one listening. "Are you a man of conspiracy, Mr. Jethro?" though the fear of flogging lay at rest, a new one quickly arose. Avox.
"Don't worry, I won't cut out your tongue if you answer yes," He coughed and laughed at the same time. "in fact, there is no wrong answer. Answer up!"
"Well, sometimes, I guess."
"What a disappointing answer, I gave you two answers, and you chose the one that wasn't on the list. Your father was, though. When I asked him this, he told me things that I didn't even know about. However, this job, fits any man, so long as it is passed on."
I grew tired of waiting, so I asked "what is this job you talk about?"
"Before I tell, I wish to know if you accept." he said.
"Why would I-"
"it will only benefit you to accept."
My teeth started chattering, it was very cold in the room. But I felt nauseous. Who knows what this "job" of his would be? It could be the front line of war, it could be to sacrifice myself in some ritual. It could be- I ceased thinking, knowing that we all die some day, and whispered "yes"