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Chapter 8
(The Leader POV)
The Leader could hear her footsteps in the empty hall. Could hear each moment her heels hit the concrete floor. She knew this place by heart, having grown up here for most of her life. But she didn't like to think about those days. Those days had been miserable.
The Leader hesitated, then reached into the pocket of her labcoat and fingered a ring that lied inside. It reminded her of happier times. The only time she had ever felt happy. Would she be here now if she had said yes? Would she be here now if she had let love consume her? She knew the answer. Yes. Yes, no matter what, she would be here now because her heart had already been consumed with darkness.
But she couldn't help fingering the ring in her pocket.
Her footsteps were hurried now because she was eager to get the meeting started. Eager because finally her plan was being set in motion with nothing to stop it.
Her hair was in her face now. She moved it out of the way and liked how it looked like fire. Liked the thought of fire burning all around her as if she could create chaos with every step she took. She didn't miss her old hair color at all. Blonde was the same color as her mother's hair. Red was the same color as fire.
The doors were right in front of her now and she slammed them open. Everyone sitting around the table jumped and stood up. Everyone except one.
The Leader strode into the room and sat down. After a moment of hesitation every sat back down with her.
The table they sat at was completely made out of glass and made in an O shape, with her at one of the heads of the table. She glanced around to make sure everyone was there. Despite their vast amount of supporters, there was only five fellow "leaders." Leaders, slaves, same thing. She was the above them all. The Leader. The Director. But the title "Leader" was more to her taste.
She stoood up, "I have called this meeting because of one crucial thing," she said glancing at everyone's face and enjoying when one would try to hold her eyes but would look away out of fear. But not all of them were so fearful of her. She decided to get right to the point, eager to continue with her plan and get this one fly in her oaitment out of the way. "The flock is still not dead."
Ter Borcht, who sat near her right, fidgeted in his seat.
"As you know," the leader said still staring at Ter Borcht, "Failure will not help us at this time. The flock has learned of our existence. Not entirely, but they'll figure out something is going on soon, and I'd prefer if they found out while they took their dirt naps. Meaning," she said with a sigh at the look of confused faces, "Never. I'd rather have them dead before they learn of any of our plans."
"But they are needed to succeed."
The Leader looked around to see who had spoken then glared for a second before composing herself.
"What are you proposing?" The Leader asked as she tried her best to hide any sign of her fury.
"The flock," the "leader" across from her said standing up, "Are weak, stupid beings with no ounce of knowledge and live on the help of others who seem to die in their incapable hands."
The Leader paused, considering what the other one was saying, then said, "Go on."
"Brig-"
"Doctor," She corrected calmly while her stomach churned with anger and fury at the very mention of her name.
"Yes, of course, Doctor Dwyer."
Rage boiled in the pit of The Leader's stomach at the sound of her name, but she still kept calm.
"What I am proposing," the other leader said with a smug expression, "Is we can use them. Trick them into doing what we need."
"No!" Ter Borcht exclaimed jumping up, "They are clever, not as clever as we are, but still clever. It would be best to dispose of them now before-"
The leader reached into her pocket and pressed one of the buttons on a remote. Instantly, Ter Borcht grabbed at his throat, collapsing back in his chair. She released him.
"You have no right to speak at this time," She said glaring at him showing she was not pleased at his failure, "But you have a point." She glanced back at the other leader, "We use them, play around with them, and then..." She said.
Silence followed as she and the other leader stared at each other.
"We kill them," the other leader said filling in the blanks and giving a terse nod.
The Leader glanced at Ter Borcht who didn't even try holding her gaze anymore and felt contempt staring at the glass table in front of him.
"Ter Borcht," She said. He looked some point above her head so he would not be looking into her eyes, "You are being reassigned."
Now he met her eyes. A look of hope filled his eyes, a look that she quickly destroyed in her next few words, "You are my new assistant."
"Surely," He said uncomfortably, reaching up to his neck probably wondering if he would be silenced once more, "I could be useful somewhere else?"
The Leader ignored him and looked to another one of the leaders.
"Batchelder," She said, "You'll be in charge of the flock."
Everyone looked at her in surprise. She knew what they were thinking. But it didn't matter. No one else was suitable to watch over the flock. She needed someone the flock knew, someone they could trust, so it would be easier to trick them into doing what she wanted. What did she need to trick them into doing? She didn't know yet, but whatever it was...
Jeb Batchelder would be needed to do it.
I am a very manipulative human being. If you hadn't figured that out from my other fanfic, then just wait and see.
I know I'm being vague and confusing when it comes to the point of view of the enemies, but I'll just to give a brief explanation here:
There are five "leaders." I put quotes around the word leader because to the Director, or as I like to call her, The Leader, they are just like slaves to her. Just people she can control and I know the word "slave" is a bit too dramatic for this, but it gives you a bit of how The Leader thinks.
So yea, that's basically it. If anything is still confusing your just ask. This chapter is a bit shorter than my other ones, but I didn't want to go on and on usuing unimportant details, so I made it brief and straight to the point.
Also, some of Fang's flashbacks will be out of place but will still contain the whole story of what happened to Max.
Sidenote, Hunger Games was great! Although the book is always better. I gave it an 8 out of 10. I hope Catching Fire is better. And for those who have not read the Hunger Games series, I HIGHLY suggest it.
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