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Its really stunning how decieving the capitol is. Beautiful exterior, but yet the ugliest interior. Assassination is word rarely passed around through any district, but here in the Capitol it seems like nature. I can assure anyone after my conversation with our almighty president, that assassination in the captiol is no rarer than multicoloured wigs.
I pace up and down the tiled floor of my temporary bedroom. They are sending me back in the games, just to assassinate a girl that is most possibly going to die within the arena any way. Who and why would anyone think of putting me back through that torture, but im shown no remorse. They throw me in, I kill her and apparently i get anything beyond my wildest dreams. Not that i believe a single thing that comes out that devilishly disgusting man. Of course i accepted the task. I mean who wouldn't. I wont kill her myself, but i could always lead the girl straight into the careers. No, stop thinking like that. I smack my head. If thoughts of greed start overpowering my thoughts of peace. Then i truly am the monster every says i am. I back down onto the bed, ruffling my hair back. Wiping the cold sweats that have began to appear on my forehead. I begin to breathe heavier and heavier and my heart begins a sinking feeling. I let my eyes leave the locked contact it has on my clutching hand on my chest and wonder too the window. The sky outside begins too darken. Storm clouds. The rain begins first. Heavy storm rain. Hammering and pounding on the window. On my aching heart. Then the crackles of thunder, followed by the jolting lighting. Im causing this. The more my temperature rises the more heavier the rain becomes and the more violent the tempest becomes. This storm isn't natural, this storm is man made because I am the tempest.
My body temperature resumes back to normal temperature and my beating heart steady's with every breath of air. If i can cause that with on the smallest of panic attacks, then the damage i must cause when i loose all sense of control serenity must be the scale of hurricane. I lay down on the bed and collect my thoughts and calm my shaking body. I really am a monster. Im a lab rat. They've used and abused my body, only too use me as a assassin against a rebellion they caused out of their own unfairness. This poor girl, a girl who has finally stood up to the vulgar ways of the capitol, her life will now be ended because the capitol are scared of her consequences. Well if the capitol think they can use me against a girl who stands up for the same rights as myself, they need to sort their priorities out or perhaps catalogue a bit more about my past. The death of my family really stands in the way of their little assassination plan, but i will for sure go along with it. At least ill get a laugh on the capitol before they murder me in the worst of ways.
Tomorrow they send me too district 10, my home. Im warned to keep on the down low. Panem knew me as a rebellious figure for a very long time after the games, until the word went round that the capitol were preserving my body as a psychopathic murdering machine. Now the districts dread my return, but that was a very long time ago. Im more of a myth of hope now. Inspire people to be much like me but just not get caught. Especially by the capitol. Im excited to return home, breathe the fresh meadow air again. I wonder if my house still stands. Perhaps made into a famous landmark. I cant seem to get the idea of freedom off my mind. One thing does budge it though, Im returning back to my district so i can be reaped. So i can be put back in the exact position i was 50 years ago. Stood awaiting the boy tribute to be announced, too be dampened by the announcement of the boy i swore to protect. That child being reaped is the only reason im here today. The only reason i don't have a life. Why i don't have kids and wife living a happy family life, but for some reason i don't regret volunteering in his place. Not one bit. I did my parents proud. I did myself proud. I overcome my hatred for the Capitol and came out the peaceful, loving boy i was brought up to be. Only to be replayed by the captiol tampering with my body. Turning me into a electric demon.
A avox buzz's me thought the speakers the accompany my bed side table. Dinners ready. I haven't seen food in over 50 years. What a weird thought. I rush too the dinner table, just like every teen and stuff my plate with food. Im accompanied by no one for dinner. My penthouse flat is empty, dead with silence. Snow must have thought leaving me to my own lonely thoughts is a great idea. He wants me to slowly deteriorate. Let my loneliness rumble up a mental disorder causing me too become a emotionless soul. Making me the ultimate killing machine, but what he doesnt seem too know. Is that I can see straight thought his deceitful plans and cold stare. He not fooling anyone especially not me, but whats the fun in coming forward, standing up for it. When you could go along and foil his plan after having a little fun with it.
Im told that i should begin talking to this girl as soon as i seen her. Which im guessing is the chariot entrance, where i will see all my match. I need to be as charming and friendly as possible. Obtain her trust. Become her ally. Keep her relatively safe through out the games. Then betray her trust on live television in front of the whole rebel army. Causing them to quit their rebellion and move onto their normal lives. Im not too sure if Snow has hit reality yet or generally believe this 'genius' plan is actually going to go according to plan. No rebellion is going to put aside their war because the capitol ordered their 'beacon of hopes' death. This man is more deluded than and messed up than i thought.
After i finish my 4 coursed meal. I retreat back to my room. Locking the door behind me and falling helplessly onto the bed, cushioning my head on the plush pillows. I fall asleep almost instantly. Awaiting my long day tomorrow.
Journey to 10
The train journey was swift and face. Its weird seeing the changes too the capitol and all the districts i pass on the way. Last time i saw them was not long after the first rebellion and even after 25 years they were still struggling too renew all the damaged cause not on to the district but too the capitol too. You dont really appreciate it until you live completely unconscious for 50 years. I appreciate the fact i was given a new life to live in better society. Well i was thinking that way until the bomb dropped. Telling me i was being locked back up in the arena again.
I stare out the window watching all the green and luscious country side pass by at ridiculous speeds. I havent and wont move from the spot ive been situated in for hours now. The soothing train music calms my nerves but my mind grows heavy with death. The deaths that i will now have to relive once again. My head begins to droop. The darkness that is compelling the sky causes my eyes too grow weighty and fluttery. They carrying on like this until i fall into a deep sleep.
I awake with the sharp brakes of the train, pulling in to a stop. The slight nudge of the stop alerts me up. I can already feel the fresh air of 10. I stretch, readying myself to see my district after so many years of being supposedly dead. I swing around the table and pretty capitol foods. Pacing out the door and straight towards the exit to the train. Just before i make my entrance into my home village, i feel a un-wanted presence. A peacekeepers behind me, with no realisation i can feel his presence i turn around to face him. He looks startled and takes a step back ''I was told by President Snow that you should at all times where this cloak Sir. Your identification must be kept hidden until the reaping.'' As I remove the black cloak from his grip and begin placing it around my body. I notice he is trembling with one hand placed firmly around his gun. I let out a cold laugh at with pathetic attempt of being a scary peacekeeper. I turn on my heel i step out into the district. My district.
