HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 6 ~ I : THE BEGINNING

Blue P.o.V

'Is Cross even here?'

I asked myself, walking upon the crowd at our usual meet up spot. Where did he go? Maybe something happened to him. I took out my portable phone and tapped a few buttons. "Cross?"

"Who is this?"

The deep voice of a man was heard from across the line. I panicked but tried to remain calm. "It's Cross's girlfriend, Azur!"

"Hm, where do you come from?"

"What do you mean?"

I played the 'rich stupid girl' card. Of course, everyone always believed it, they said I was a 'bad bitch' whatever that meant.

"I'm from *insert very rich neighbourhood*! I can show you how much I love Cross! Where is he?!"

The sassy voice was included. Geez, people from the Capitol are walking epilepsy warnings and this whole pretending this was creepy.

"He's in jail. At the InterDistrictional Panem Correction center."

"HUH, WHY?!"

I screamed at the phone in a very aggressive way. I knew what was waiting for him... an awful few years of pure torture. That prison is the sole reason why rebels are terrified to make a move. When people are sent in, they don't come out.

"He's broken many rules that I am not allowed to give out."

"WHY NOT?! I'M HIS GIRLFRIEND!!" "And I'm pretty sure you're faking this."

This guy was sharp.

"HUH, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"

"I do believe that you are indeed Cross's girlfriend or should I say... partner in crime." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN??"

I decided to take cover in a shack near the warehouses. I don't wanna be out in the open anymore.

"Listen, you're leading much less than what you expect us to catch. And if it's not this blatantly obvious fake act, I don't know. I do know that you're working for the rebellion and that you and Cross have had some implications with this whole situation."

"HUH."

I'm not going to give up my role, it's my life.

"Why else would you be calling Cross in the middle of the day? The tone that you used at the beginning of this conversation was different than now. I must say one more thing; whoever you are, I will catch you... and kill you!"

He then hung up as I smashed the burner phone and left it there.

Rocher P.o.V

I smiled while I hung up the phone and wrote the coordinates of this new burner phone. They're all around the same area, waiting for communications from most probably, Cross. I've also sent undercover people to check out the area and they report finding constant phone shards from this specific model.

The case is advancing. Sometimes I wish I was in power, I could make so much advancements unlike X who lets his emotions bring him back. He wouldn't believe that his son took after his mother, betraying us even though he had everything he ever asked for. After I convince him to kill his son, I'll be the one in power since he most probably will commit suicide.

If I do get this important role, I'll start with bombing the hostile areas like the warehouses or poorer zones. Rebels lurk there and everyone is scared of the repercussions if they actually were to destroy that place.

Then, I'll kill the recent winners of the game by most probably shooting them off, sending them to the lab or starting a Hunger Games with their own friends. They have been the pillar of discussions and rebel activity. Once dead, we can sort out the rebels and kill them later. We have more armed forces than all of the Districts combined so this should be a piece of cake.

Unlike the rebellions of District 12 and 13, this one will end smoothly, quickly and hopefully with minimal damages.

"Rocher, MrX wants you in his office."

The assistant called from the intercom. I made my way upstairs using the modern elevator then turned right, into the president's new workplace.

"How spacious."

"Thank you sir. Sit my good friend."

He still doesn't know I'm taking advantage of him, not in the slightest bit. "I wanted to discuss about-"

"Cross?"

"Wow, you read me."

I smiled maliciously as his secretary got uncomfortable by the look on her face. I have to dispose of her first.

"What should I do... he can't stay in prison for five years! He won't survive!"

"I think he has done too many terrible things... you have to kill him. This is the dark but reasonable and sad truth..."

"He was forced to do it though!"

He slammed his fist on the table as I started my audio recording.

"How is so?"

I began asking stupid questions.

"Because obviously the rebel he worked with made him do so without him knowing."

"So you're taking the defence of your son? A criminal? A rebel? Someone who LET DOWN and BETRAYED us?"

"I'm sad to say this but yes, he is my son after all and I will take his defence."

I got up and closed off for tonight, saying we'll be speaking tomorrow.

Thera P.o.V

The underground city was beautiful from the view up here. Since the collision of the two fallen districts survivors, the birth rate has risen and we were able to get so many armed people and better weapons. Many took care of food but we had too much for the sheer amount of people we were.

From the castle, I observed the farm's people working up their lands and making sure the automatic sprinklers worked. We had a tight schedule from the amount of daylight that came into the vast base. From a small bunker, we were able to construct a fully working civilization that was able to find resources capable of destroying entire cities. Our next project will be undergone soon and that is the destruction of the Capitol along with the districts that decide to oppose our power. We shall make them all pay and wipe out the apparent rebels who might strike again against our communist regime. When we first hacked the communication wires from the metropole's main base, we were astonished at how much power our newly developed computers can produce. Now, stealing information anonymously is our specialty

and we do it every day. We have data from when Katniss was killed, the rebel attacks, the new groups like the Candy birds and the recent winners who are apparently scheduled to be killed soon anyways. Sucks that some people must be sacrificed but that's too bad.

Satisfied with the growing stats of today, I re-entered my domain and went to my bedroom, my maids serving me dinner and deciding which dress I should wear for my hacking statement, something that'll happen soon enough... in three or so, after fights begin. When the Capitol's weak, that's when we must strike.