Electra Francis: Part 2 - Stay Away

Another 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.

STAY AWAY

 "You choke my throat with words of wonder, you make it hard to breathe. Your love is so cold. Just like an arrow, pierced through my skin I bleed"

* I can’t remember exactly where I met that pesky old man, the only thing I can remember is about the day that he talked to me all alone for the first time.

My Victor’s Tour had just ended, and President Snow kindly invited me for a quick ride at his garden at the Capitol, and my mentor practically forced me to accept his invitation and go to the place where we matched. There, he talked to me about my actions inside the Arena during the Hunger Games, more specifically about some occasions such as the first Feast when I committed my first kill and then about Hal’s death.

After that, he showed me to the Head Gamemaker of my Games and he congratulated me for my actions and for my victory, and he even unnecessarily told me that he didn’t bet on me because he thought I would be one of the first bloodbath victims since I was fragile, but I managed to prove him wrong. A normal conversation with Capitol people, after all.

The conversation only started to get weird and bizarre when the disgusting Head Gamemaker started to touch the palm of my hand while he would keep talking about how the male viewers kept asking for special cameras, all focusing on me. My eyes couldn’t help and rolled in the same moment, and I took my hand off his control. He released a very weird gasp and held my arm, and it was enough for me to turn around and push him strong enough so he could fall and I could run away.

“Stay away! Why couldn’t you just stay away?”

My quick flashbacks are interrupted by the light coming from the door that was opened abruptly.

“Hello Electra. It’s nice to see you again.”