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Peacekeepers... well that didn't sound too violent.  I had heard of a Peacekeeper somewhere else I am sure, but I can't quite remember. Down below, Mr. Snow and Otto continue their conversation.

"Atlas, are you positive this is what you want to do?" Otto tried reasoning. "VIolence might no solve anything." 

"Otto. I will not stand by and watch my Country fall apart because of some rebelling commoners. Bring up the imagery please." Atlas would not budge, whatever these "Peacekeepers" were, they were not very nice. Otto taps his little device a couple times, before bringing up a hologram of what looks like a soldier in white.

"The armour is inpenetrable. They are equiped with some of the most advanced weaponry this Counrty will ever see, and they all mainly originate from District Two. Dip has enforced a strict training program down there, he claims they are all whipped into shape." Otto sighs and rubs his bald head. "President Snow, please try and hear me out. This is a really bad idea and-"

"I do not want to hear about it Otto, I have made up my mind. My wife is due for labour anytime now, I can't risk her safety when she is carrying my son." He turns to leave the room before looking back at Otto. "You can inform Dip that he may authorize his army any time. Begin placing them in Thirteen, and spread them accordingly. We should have a meeting to discuss further laws that they should be enforcing. I will notify Septia to arrange one for later this evening." Snow leaves, and Otto puts his head in his hands and mumbles about how this is not a good idea.

The hologram of the Peacekeeper is still standing, and I stare at it a little longer. They don't look violent in the slightest, yet they still manage to send shivers down my spine. I should probably leave, Delphi will be finding her cockraoch anytime now. 

I make it back to my bedroom just to head the earsplitting scream belonging to Delphi. Her heels clicking on the floor at a rapid pace as she heads towards my room. She arrives just as I slide into my desk chair and begin to work on my homework.

"Soren Allardyce!" She screetches. "This is getting ridiculous!" 

Just then, My father and Mr. Snow come into my room, both looking incredibly alarmed. 

"What has happened?" Mr. Snow asks. Delphi turns and faces my father, her blue face inflammed with anger, turning her a subtle shade of purple.

"Your daughter has yet again replaced my mug with the one that has the horrible cockroatch printed at the bottom! I almost had a heart attack!" I was trying not to laugh, and I could see my Father glaring at me. It just made it harder.

"Soren, is this true?" Mr. Snow asks me. I put on my best innocent little girl face.

"Yes, I am very sorry Mr. Snow. I was just really bored and I think it's funny. I didn't mean any harm." His hard gaze softens and he sighs.

"Delphi, she is just a child. I will make sure she doesn't do this again. She just thought it was an innocent prank." My dad exclaimed. Delphi let out a huff and crossed her arms.

"Soren, you must apologize. You are free to go for now, but if I hear anymore about your foolish antics there will be consequences." Mr. Snow stated before turning to leave. "You two may return to your jobs, and Mr. Allardyce I want that Jabber Jay prototype presented to me this time tomorrow." Both Delphi and my Father mumble a 'Yes Mr. Snow' before leaving themselves. My dad mouthes I will talk to you later, which is the international signal for you are in large trouble young lady.

As soon as they leave, I am launched into boredom once more.

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Two hours. That's how long I spend crawling through the airvents. Two whole hours going undetected. In those two hours, I have discovered a variety of things that well, I probably shouldn't have.

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