the revolutionaries' meeting [rebels]

Killian, the man behind it all. He takes my hand and I shake it. He claims my words to be inspiring, only a few words spilled from my lips if they were inspiring, then I am already set for the likely speeches and debates that I am going to have to face, if I am going to commit to this. I reach for the numerous bottles that I have presented to the gathering, pouring myself a small glass of rum. One sip of the hard liquor, I place it down, my attention on Killian as he speaks. All I hear is concern and doubt. The doubt in my ability to shake off those in the high ground, there is a reason I have rarely had skirmishes with peacekeepers in the past.

I rest my arms on the table, still standing over everyone who sits but my courtesy is solely on the man of the importance. ”I fear you doubt my ability, Killian.” I rise up from resting on the table, crossing my hands and stepping back a bit. ”I have a legitimate business, they can do their digging. Of course, meetings like these will have to be moved elsewhere…for the time being. You can trust me Killian, I have lived long enough in this District to know exactly what the people want.”

I swipe my glass off the table and walk around it, my empty hand pointing to the figures around the table. ”But, if any of you think you can do a better job, then go ahead, we can compete. And well, the more of us as candidates, the more chances for us to get someone in the seat.”

How swift time is. Every day people celebrate another year living in this forsaken society, hoping that they can see the next. I can’t remember the last time I celebrated my own, I don’t get gifts like I did as a child, the only gift I get is another year of life.

It wasn’t that long ago when Killian became a regular in this bar and everything fell into place. How life changes due to the simplest of things. A will gifted by someone who I had assume was a part of folklore, due to the many tales that were shared in whispers before the man himself stepped through the door. And now I have a purpose again; rather than serving the drunks their doses of liquor, I am now an asset to a rebellion.

The wise old man, who now has to challenge two kids. It was so easily predictable, a victor stepping up, although I would have thought the Rhodes one would have been more suitable. Kirito Miristioma, a newly formed family man. I remember his finale, I’d seen so many not return from the arena so I didn’t feel much guilt as I secretly cheered on the District Six. But obviously something was blessing the District after Katelyn but it was a blessing so shortly lived, for I wouldn’t be sitting in this room right now.

Another confident one steps up to the mark, the Izar boy. A boy whose family has been plucked from the glass bowl, a sob story so many voters will fall for. Unlikely challenges, but I am the one who knows what changes have to be made.

The liquor in the glass disappears down my throat before I force it back down onto the table surface. My hand moves to the bottle, refilling the glass, slightly more than what was in there before. ”So that’s that then, we have our candidates. If anyone else wants to speak up then, go ahead.” I finally pull out my reserved seat and sit in it, resting my forearms on the table. ”Have anything to say Killian?” My gaze drops to the male before I take hold of the glass and raise it. ”But before we start campaigning against each other, I say we drink to this great opportunity that the Capitol has so generously bestowed onto us.”