II The leader of the war

June-30-12

12:07 PM

A/N: Sorry for the long delay on this story. I've been busy with school and could only handle one story at the time. I may or may not continue this story if readers do not let me know what they think of the story and if I should continue. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot of this fanfic.

Starflight12

I immediately leave my room in search of someone who could possibly explain what the heck is going on.

The hallways are deep bloody red and the wallpaper is covered with black and white roses standing at ready position.

I finally find someone standing at the end of the hallway, going about and doing what they must be required to do.

"Excuse me, but can you explain to me what has happened?" I ask.

The worker stares at me like I am crazy and then points to a woman sitting in the sitting room, looking at a hot pink clipboard.

I vaguely remember her from some weird unknown past of mine and hesitantly walk over to her with my new original leg.

"Um, excuse me ma'am," I say to the lady.

"Peeta, no need for formalities. What can I help you with? I'm on a tight schedule so make this quick," the woman says.

Well I wouldn't be so formal if I could remember your name Lady.

"Um, what's happened? I don't really remember much. Could you please explain to me?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck from embarrassment as she looks at me like I'm crazy. Heck, who knows, I might be in this bizarre place.

"Oh Peeta, don't worry I'll explain. See, you're here in the Capitol because they've chosen you as their leader, of sorts. You're the leader of the war and they can't have a leader living in poor conditions, can they? So since you were chosen from the tributes, you now live here in the Capitol, and everything has been revamped for you. Your leg for example. Having a bad leg is not very good for the leader so they reworked your leg and now it's good as new. Take a look around here, Peeta, I'm sure everything here will be to your standards. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go and check to see if Portia is coming for your ball as leader of the war and so you can be fitted in clothes to the nines. It's going to be a busy, busy day!" the woman says whom I still haven't gotten her name.

I'm in shock from hearing this because I don't believe it. I have to see everything for it to be the truth to me.

I walk to the television room which is more like a big room with an extremely large television and so many chairs that would probably fit the entire population of the north end of the Capitol.

I sit down and am instantly comforted by the soft indescribable plush seats. This is nothing compared to when I used to live somewhere in Panem. I don't really remember where I lived; it's like a dream that I've had such a long time ago and I haven't visited that place in a while.

I try hard to remember that dream and I all I remember is hard mattresses even though I believe I lived in a richer side of town. I also remember that I barely had the chance to sit at home; only when I had homework, but even that chair wasn't meant for a lounging seat. It was meant for work and work only.

In the bakery we always had to get working; there were too many mouths to feed in the town that those came first if we wanted the money.

I find a little rectangle beside me stuck inside the chair, hidden from view in the dimly lit room. I pull it out and am met with many buttons and controls which I have no idea what each one does.

I am lucky to see that on each of the buttons, there are tiny letters printed on them which indicate what each button does and I am able to turn on the big screen.

I am blown away when I feel the pressure of the volume of the television when I turn it on. Literally. It is raised to at least seventy percent on the controller and I scramble to lower the volume.

Now at a comfortable volume, I search for a channel among thousands of other channels that I've never seen on my television at home when we are required under Panem's law to view the Hunger Games live.

I find a news station to see what is going on; another perspective of someone other than the people who are present and under Snow's rule in this building, wherever I am.

The instant headline that flashes across the screen that would definitely beat the screen that they've set up in our town when we first have to watch the opening ceremonies in the town square.

The headline informs me and the rest of Panem and the Capitol that I am the leader of the war against the rebels.

Who are the rebels anyways? I would love to meet them and give them a piece of my mind for defying the Capitol. After seeing all that the Capitol has done for me, with the leg and now being in charge, I can't believe that they would throw this in Snow's face. He probably offered them this position and they turned it down. The rebels are a disgrace and I could never love the rebels, not that I would have a reason to love them.

I realize something now that I know that I am going against the rebels. Could they want to kill me?

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