Prologue

The balcony door was slighty ajar, allowing a soft breeze to flutter into the room, where a woman sat cooly in front of her desk. She looked rather young and without the golden name plate on her desk noone would have guessed her to be the president of Panem itself. She was pretty, there's no denying that. She had platinum blond hair which trickled all the way down her spine in smoth elegant waves. She had blue-grey eyes which gleamed even in the dim lighting of the room. Stunning her eyes may be, there was something cruel and sadistic in them. With her high cheekbones and lips which were altered so that they were red all the time added to her beauty. She was wearing an expensive sleeveless beige nightgown, the finest District Eight could over, which ran all the way towards her knees. For a few minuites she sat still, cross legged, lost in deep thought. She then reached for the telephone and dialled in a number. There was ring and almost immediately a man picked up on the other side, the man's voice heavy with sleep."

"Rufus Spectral. If you have to call me at this late hour this better be good." he snapped.

"Rufus, is that any way to speak to your President?" she asked, her voice calm.

"P-President Caecelia!? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I thought that it was-" he said apologetically.

"I need you here at the mansion exactly five minuites from now. There are certain things we need to discuss." Her words cut throguh Rufus' cleanly.

"Y-Yes, President Caecelia. I will be there in three minuites instead."

"Very well. I also need you to bring the documents about the new mutts you designed."

"Yes. Yes. Anything else, President Caecelia?" he asked intently.

"No. That is all." she said flatly.

Caecelia placed the phone gently back on her desk. She opened a drawer and took out a bottle of champange and placed it gently on her desk. She stood up and got a small container with ice cubes and placed it on her table just beside the champagne. After doing so she took out two glasses from her desk and placed it on the desk. She sat back down and waited patienly for Rufus to arrive admiring the decor of the room as she did. The door burst open and Rufus scrambled in. He was a beefy bald man with a thick moustache. He was wearing a suit which was ruffled in different places due to the fact that he had to scramble in it in such a hurry. He was holding a briefcase and a few papers were at his left hand.

"I'm here, President Caecilia." he said.

"I noticed. Sit, Rufus we have a lot to discuss." she said while gesturing to an empty chair in front of her desk.

Rufus did so, placing the briefcase on the desk and the other papers beside it.

"The papers in the briefcase are the mutts' anatomy and I brought a few papers regarding the arena's design, President Caecelia." he said.

"Rufus. I believe there is no need for the Arena's design anymore." she said cooly.

"W-Why?" he asked, failing to keep the shock out of his voice.

"Care for some champagne?" asked Caecelia, gesturing at the bottle on the table.

"Y-Yes please, President Caecelia." he said.

Caecelia popped open the bottle and poured some of it's contents inside the two glasses. She placed ice cubes on Rufus's glass.

"I don't like cold drinks in evenings. But I hope you differ." she said after placing the bottle down again.

"Of course President." he said, reaching out for the champagne with ice in them. Gently the two tipped the glass to their lips and began to drink. Rufus set his down and so did Caecelia. Their glasses both stood empty on the desk.

"Rufus, do you know how my father, Coriolanus Snow, secured Presidency?" she asked a mischievous smile playing on her face.

"N-No, President." he said. He wasn't stammering because of fear. It was something else. But he couldn't point it out.

"He made use of his number one weapon." she said, reaching for the suitcase and opening it. "Poison."

Rufus was baffled. Why is she telling him this? He coughed a little, but continued to listen to Caecelia's story.

"He poisoned his allies, and drank some himself." she said. "Then he drank an antidote."

Rufus' cough now came in successions.

"He was skilled at what he did. Making poison, that is." she said calmly. "But a time came when he grew old. He needed to live. Needed to live for power. So his faithful little servants made an elixir for his cells to rejuvenate. In conclusion, drink it and you become younger though your looks won't, your organs, everything inside you, will. And so he settled down and married my whore of a mother and had me. I began to grow older, he didn't. I wanted- Rufus it's very rude to disturb someone when they're telling stories. Shut your mouth." she snapped.

Rufus was now coughing hard to the extent that it seemed to pain him. He didn't understand. He was not coughing like this moments ago.

"As I was saying, I wanted the throne, but he wouldn't die. So I had to find a way to do so. Like father like daughter, I was also skilled at making poisons. I made one, slipped it in his drink, he dies, I became President. The end." she said, her smile wide. "But I will tell you more of my tale. The poison I developed is the most advanced there is. Do it wrong, you die yourself. It is not in the form of liquid but gas. It is almost alive. For example, I want it to be in a cup of coffee, then it sticks to it. It adapts so that it's actually part of the coffee itself. Say I wanted to try it out on-" she paused and cupped the small container containing the ice cubes, "Ice cubes, noone can tell the difference."

The realization of what was happening dawned into Rufus. His eyes widened in horror.

"The poison first makes the victim cough, softly at first. Then it becomes uncontrollable." she said.

Rufus stood up and attempted to harm her, but she was quick. Opening her drawer whe retrieved a knife and pinned his hand on the desk and threw it on his shoulder with such force he fell on the floor.

"My, my Rufus. Is that how guests threat their hosts?" she asked, her voice filled with amusement.

Rufus was twitching on the floor.

"I am sorry, Rufus, but I no longer need you. You have lost your charms if ever you had them. I need a new Head Gamemaker, someone fresher. More talented. You had a good run, my friend but sadly it is over."

Rufus stopped twitching. If ever, he was still. Cold. Dead. The poison did it's job well. It killed him slowly and painfully.

Caecelia picked up the phone and cdialled in a number.

"Ostro, kindly send an avox here to clean up a mess I may have made." she said with a smile playing on her face. She put the phone back on the desk, carried the briefcase and entered the door on the right ready for some well deserved rest.

A/N: Hi! Writer Writer Pants on Fire here! :))
First things first, thanks for reading the story, I'm so happy you did. Anyways, I hoped you liked this chapter. :))

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