Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
A/n: This is a series of oneshots. Each oneshot features, in order, a person from the character list on this site as well as a few i felt should be there (Boggs, Coin, Caesar, Cashmere, Gloss, Marvel and Maysilee) each with a randomly picked prompt (or as random as i could manage without throwing actual darts at my poor old dictionary!). Updates will be one a day (hopefully) though when i go back to uni, this might change. Anyway, i hope you enjoy! As always, any criticism, just shout it out. Any advice on law, shout it out louder!
And, i promise, there are some cheerful ones coming up :)
6) Caesar Flickerman – Remorse
"Can't you even show some remorse?"
Caesar looks at the rebel pointing a gun at him. He's just been treated to a lecture on how the Capitol is going to fall and all those who helped the Hunger Games run will die. People like him, of course, not people like Johanna Mason. They were simply forced into helping. People like him obviously enjoyed what they did.
"I could," Caesar says calmly, "but I won't."
The reason is simple, he thinks. On screen, he displays every emotion under the sun. Every feeling people know, he has shown to the citizens of Panem. Anger, sadness, happiness, love, hate. Constantly changing his opinions, his face, his tone, to the point that even he isn't sure who he is and what he thinks.
Today, he is clearly the Capitol henchman who fully advocates the Hunger Games. Just another guise for him to take on. He can't remember what he thinks about the Hunger Games. But getting into character ... he must love them.
Well ... they gave him a job, he supposes. And he certainly meets new people.
"What do you mean?" the rebel spits out.
"I'm not faking anything for you."
Would it be faking? He isn't sure. Sometimes, he thinks he hates who he is. Talking to all these children and then watching them die. But he enjoys watching the Games. And what has he done that is so bad that he must be remorseful? His job? Tried to keep these kids alive? Or is it placing Peeta Mellark in front of Panem and helping him to damn the rebels' cause?
"You're disgusting."
He's been that and more. Just ask him to act out anything and he'll do it. But not anymore. This is the end of it all and he's not feigning one more emotion for anyone. Let them kill him. He doesn't know who he would be in this new world anyway.
He nods. "Ooh, what a shame," he says in his talkshow voice. Die the way he lived: not knowing what on earth he's doing. "I guess that's all we have time for so let's wrap this up." Then, to stop the faking: "Just pull the trigger."
The rebel shoots. Caesar collapses as the bullet penetrates his chest. He lies there, not breathing or moving. Dead.
There is no expression on his face.