Electra Francis: Part 1 - Power & Control

A oneshot about Electra Francis, the female victor of the 63rd Hunger Games. Disclaimer:  It's been a long time since the last time I wrote any story fully in English, so be aware that grammar errors are probably going to exist.

POWER & CONTROL

 "We give and take a little more, because all my life I've been controlled. You can't have peace without a war"

* The 63rd edition of the Hunger Games. The edition I won. Wow, even though a year has passed by, it still feels like I am inside that damn arena.

I still feel pity for my parents; I still remember their reaction after my reaping. After everything, I was merely a fragile fifteen years old girl forced to take part in the Games. The sounds of the repetitive gunshots still haunt me… I wish it could be somehow different. They did not need to try to attack the mayor after I have been chosen. Anyway, it's already too late.

Here I am, chained in this steel chair, staring at the white ceiling waiting for someone to enter the locked room where I am. Meanwhile, the empty memories of the faces of the fallen tributes during my Games continue to flash before my eyes. The chubby face and the red hair strands of the girl from District 3 and the boy from District 4's sharp smile probably will keep haunting me until the last minutes of my miserable life. Oh, and there were the pale lips of my district partner. It's such a pity that he must be now buried with the mark of my knife stamped on his chest.

I think that Hal really loved me, I mean, he had always been so gentle and kind with me. I even came to the point of liking him, but the Games were kind of a barrier against any type of relationship that we could begin to create starting that moment. I still have his necklace made with wildflowers he found deep in the forest, it's locked inside my closet. I really hate the design of that necklace, it's horrendous and tacky, but to me, it means something more important that beauty.

Ultimately, love will always be a game. And in my case, I won the war.

The sound of the steel door opening makes me open my eyes and look to the front.

"Hello, Electra. It's nice to see you again."