HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 2 ~ IV : DISSAPOINTING

Cross P.o.V

From the wide window that displayed all of the Capitol, I watched the birds and the colorful sky. The sunrise was beautiful like usual but repetitive. Sometimes, I wondered what life would be like if I was born in one of the Districts under the control of my father, President W.D.X or simply X for short.

During this time of the year, he was always busy plotting something interesting for the games, something out of the ordinary. Some years, he takes some of the dead tribute's bodies and experiments things on them, he was an old scientist before he became leader of Panem. He also hates things out of the ordinary such as odd eye colors, skin tones, freckles, extra or fewer limbs, etc, he just wants to fix it. He has spoken about odd people in District 7 which makes me think of the tribute who got a 12, I believe Ink was his name.

He's been all over the place recently, on television, newspapers. The press can't stop betting their money on him and that makes me realize that this world is rotten. Just because someone is different doesn't mean that they need to be praised, everyone should be treated equally no matter what. Sometimes I do wish that I had eyes like his, that change color and shape based on what you're feeling but there are still downfalls to this.

It would be ironic if I started my own rebellion since my dad wouldn't hesitate to 'beat the rebel out of me' which has happened once when I was cheering on the oppositionned forces once they went on TV. For the presidency, it has been a serious issue because some places have more armed forces than others like seven especially since the torture and death of Johanna Mason. Some people of the congress have come up with the idea of more security, reinforced rules but that'll just make them more unhappy. The only solution would be to kill the two tributes in the games then bomb the entire district until there is nothing left.

X, of course denied all of the ideas saying that how it is now is fine. Nobody would be willing to make a big move because they know they'll all die and even if we had to do something, we have the power in our hands to eradicate all of them in less than a week. District 8 is doing terribly right now, the population is dropping like flies thanks to a rebel bombing which propagated deadly toxins across the streets.

I shook my head, throbbing all of those thoughts away and remembering what dad told me about my true role. When he dies, I'll become president of Panem and he hopes that I'd find a partner and have some kids like him. To be honest, sex has never interested me but oh well.

"Cross!"

I heard him call me from down the hall. The penthouse we lived in was exclusively for members of the presidency and national congress of Panem (NCP) which took care of the laws and Districts. In total, we were 170 people in charge with X as the leader. We had the top floor with an emergency exit helicopter in case there's an attack. In every room, a secret gun shaft is hidden for support.

Anyways, I contemplated the view, the best thing to see up here in my opinion. I've always wanted to be free from the terrible reinforcements my dad has brought upon this place. People believe he's a sadist, which, in my opinion, has to be true to a certain extent. "Cross!!"

He called again as I was snapped out of my thoughts. I made my way across the hallways, my hands fluttering across the walls, avoiding the many paintings and autoportraits of us. "Yes father?"

I came into his office as his assistant poured him a cup of chocolate milk in a wine glass. Ever since he discovered this substance, he's been addicted to it and drinks it everyday at about the same time.

"Sit down, I must speak to you."

I hewed and sat next to him.

"What's the matter?"