Hi, there! This a little snippet of the next chapter to pique your interest. I'm actually quite excited about it. I think of all the Scandal characters, Cyrus is certainly the most fun to write because he's so dynamic, yet so unyielding in his character. It's fascinating! Anyway, this chapter delves into Cy's perspective on the days leading up to Olivia's death. THIS snippet, though takes place much later in the future, after the whole ordeal. Enjoy, and don't forget to review in that little box down there!

Sometime in future. Post-

Cyrus wasn't fond of being a teacher. There was so little thrill in it all. He was bored. He was always a firm believer in those who cannot do, teach, so needless to say, this wasn't in any of his game plans. But after Fitz resigned, after Olivia died, everybody had keep it moving. This was him, keeping it moving.

He stood in front of a class of sophomores at Georgetown giving a lecture on social sciences. "And in spite of the fact that we privilege and pride ourselves on being the greatest example of democracy perhaps in the entire world, voter turnout in this country is shockingly low. Why is that? Or first, let me ask you, what percentage of Americans voted in our most recent election? Give me a guess. Come on, don't be shy, no wrong answers,"

"Eighty-eight."

"Nope."

"Seventy-three."

"Wrong, where are you pulling your answers from," he laughed.

"Forty-six percent."

"Yes, yes, Mrs. O'Halloran. Less than fifty percent of Americans voted in our most recent election! Less than half. Do you what that means? How about I take seventy-five of you let you decide the fate of this classroom. At this point, that is our democratic process. And it's shocking isn't it? For the number to be so low. Tell me why."

"Well, Americans have lost their faith in politicians. Every scandal, every lie to surface, more and more people err from the democratic process-"

"I don't know. I don't think it's so much that the scandals or even the media deters people from voting. Nowadays, politicians can't agree on anything. Democrats and Republicans, liberals, conservatives, it all flies over people's heads. From the people's eyes, we aren't seeing anything being done in our legislature, so we don't care. We don't vote. I know for a fact that my parents didn't vote last year, not because they didn't care, but because they didn't see a viable candidate in Sally Langston or Hector Rodriguez."

" When it comes down to it, though Americans don't like Washington, and most of us don't like who we vote for in the end. We don't trust our politicians."

"Why? What do you think is the fundamental reasoning behind that distrust?"

"They're crooked, Professor Beene. They lie."

Suddenly the room was spinning, faces were mixing into one another. He looked at Tyler bizarrely, and he felt disoriented. It was happening again, another vertigo. The bell rang, and Cyrus was overcome with the feeling of falling. He rushed back to his office. Closing the door and locking it, Cyrus collapsed onto the floor. He was fading from consciousness, but he could have sworn that he was seeing ghosts permeating through the walls.

They're crooked, Professor. They lie.

Cyrus often wondered, what did the world know? How much had been revealed from the gleam in Cyrus' eye? How much of the dirt from his filthy past be dug up?