Chapter VI

Chapter 6

Odium walked into the interrogation room feeling guilty and untrustworthy. The knot still in his stomach, he sat at the chair and faced Eastchurch opposite him. He just couldn't meet his eyes. "Odium Talloway of District Seven," he said in a somewhat professional manner, reading off the clipboard in his hands. "I will ask you a string of questions and you must answer them as truthful as possible. Otherwise, I will shoot you in the heart." He dropped both the clipboard and the professionality, and was once again snarling in my face. "Here and now, Talloway, I could kill you, erase any memory of your existence. You're due to be executed anyway, so if I were you, I'd watch your neck." I ignored the fact he had made a joke – neck, hanging, geddit? – and nodded gravely. "Number one. Do you deny or confirm you stole the money of Mister Abel Burton- through your father?" There was no point lying. "Confirm," said Odium weakly. "Number two. Do you deny or confirm that your father was found taking said money on the eighteenth of September this year – that is, one month and thirteen days ago?" "Confirm," he repeated. "Number three. Do you deny or confirm that you have been on the run from Panem's government since the night of the robbery- that is, the eighteenth of September?" "Confirm." This was getting boring now. "Number four. Do you deny or confirm that, on the thirty-first of October- that is, yesterday morning- you che- " "Confirm!" snapped Odium! "I confirm I'm guilty! I confirm I took the money through my dad, ran away with Heather, got a room at the hotel! I confirm those flipping Peacekeepers ratted us out! I confirm! All I ask is please, just hang me now!" Odium looked up at his interrogator. There were tears in his eyes. "You may go," said Eastchurch quietly. And Odium left.