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I will cut to the chase and tell you that there is no point to your pitiful existence in this wretched world. There is no point to the love you show to your mother or to the hate you show to your neighbor. There is no point to that score that you threw every fiber of your being into getting or that test you failed because you were focused on other things. There is no point because in the end we are all completely forgotten, melting into the oblivion into which our ancestors have melted before us. There is no hope.

Well, perhaps there is hope, but it certainly isn't the hope that these miserable humans expect. This hope has two swords strapped to his back; this hope will kill them all delivering them from the misery of fighting on yet another day for no reason. They can't see this of course, their cruel master instinct won't permit it. He urges his work horses forward with his whip, driving them through a fog that deludes them from seeing their inevitable end and the pointlessness to their unending struggle.

The poor bastards won't understand as they are mowed to the ground. They will fight tooth and nail to keep themselves from being set free from from this sadistic slavery. They will wail for their loved ones unaware that they are okay; whether their loved one's soul be breathing easily in an eternal slumber or be frolicing through some peaceful afterlife. I will save them, I will save them all if it is the last thing I do.

I couldn't be verbal about my intentions though, they'd try to stop me for sure- especially the simplistic creature who sat before me. He had the skin of a man who spent long hours in the mirror applying ointments to his skin in hopes of preserving it and the lush violet streaked hair of a man who was in firm denial of his age. This human, Cicero as he is called, would surely be the last to see the truth of my cause.

"Edgar, what is it that you wish for, dearie?" The tall man repeated the question that he had asked just seconds before, leaning forward slightly in his chair.

I chose to ignore the fact he'd called me dearie as if I was some innocent child with no place in this world, calling him on it wouldn't get me anywhere. If he really looked at me as a child, I could definitely play off of it to some extent. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea." I said quietly trying not to assert any conviction into my voice, something I rarely did.

He let out a short sigh of irritation and masked himself in fake patience. My eyes scanned every inch of his detached, makeup-plastered face wondering if he would even care if I told him that I wanted to bomb the entirety of Panem. Even though the curiosity itched the back of my thoughts I had no intention of risking my plans for a second of curiosity. "I would like full, unlimited access to the nuclear weapons." I smiled calmly, as if I were only asking for something regular, such as an end to the games or for my family to live happily ever after.

Cicero's eyebrows shot upwards so quickly that the makeup on his forehead cracked. "Excuse me?" He let out a strained laugh. "Why is it you would want that?"

"Despite being from district 2, nuclear weapons have always fascinated me. It's been my dream for a while now to be able to study them at will, perhaps even own the engineering facility." I lied, a sickly sweet smile playing across my lips.

I watched the muscles in his face relax as he nodded simply in response. "Well, your wish is certainly easier to grant than some of the others I've been asked. Consider your wish granted- assuming you don't die in the arena of course." He laughed as if he'd just cracked a hilarious joke. I laughed with him, although I wasn't laughing at his statement. No, I was laughing at how easy it'd been to convince him to give me some of the most powerful weapons in the world, now all I had to do was win the games. I clasped my hands together with a loud clap of satisfaction. I just loved it when my plans came together.