Omega Riley, 20.
Victor of the 200th Hunger Games.
Omega opened the door, gently pushing it open. His cat, Shrimp made a run for the door and he grabbed him before he could get out. He walked into the house, pushing the door closed behind him with his foot and putting the cat down.
"Alastair?" He called out, poking his head into the living room. Alastair was sitting in the corner in his rocking chair, he was curled up with a book a cup of tea on the table next to him. He looked up, pushing his glasses up on his nose, breaking out in a grin when he realized who it was.
"You're home early, I thought you weren't gonna be back until tomorrow!" Alastair said, jumping to his feet and closing his book.
"Nah I just told you that so I could surprise you," Omega responded with a grin. Alastair moved through the room, quickly enveloping him in a hug.
"What the hell did you get up to in the Capitol? I leave you alone for five minutes and you've managed to fight a whole ass rebel leader!" Alastair said, pulling back out of the hug and looking down at Omega, brushing his fingers lightly over the purple and blue bruise on his cheek.
"Yeah, about that. There's some stuff I need to tell you." Omega said, guiding Alastair towards the nearby couch.
"Oh boy what could it be this time," Alastair replied, hints of sarcasm in his voice. Omega wasn't surprised, there was lots of weird stuff that came with being a Victor.
Omega woke with a start, the phone was ringing loudly, which he didn't exactly appreciate. He pried himself out of Alastair's grasp and dragged himself to the nearby telephone. He had explained the whole "So apparently my brother who I thought was dead isn't dead and he's a rebel leader" situation to Alastair, who surprisingly took it well. It probably wasn't the craziest thing he'd ever heard coming from a strange family himself. Omega picked up the phone, putting it to his ear.
"Mr. Riley?" The female voice said. It sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn't put his finger on who it was.
"Yeah, that's me. Who is this?"
"This is your president, Genevive Tarro-Snow. I'd like to talk to you about your brother." The voice, who he now knew to be the president. He almost dropped the phone in surprise, it wasn't every day you got a phone call from the president.
"Oh uh- yeah, that's okay yeah," Omega replied, any confidence he may have had left completely.
"So, about your family. Havoc Riley is your older brother yes?" Genevive asked. She was very direct with her words, not having time for fluff.
"Half brother yeah. We have the same dad." Omega replied.
"I see yes, your father is Bennett Riley? And he died four years ago correct?" Genevive asked, almost impatiently.
"Do you know who your brother's mother was?" Genevive continued.
"No, no clue. Dad never talked about her." Omega responded. It was strange now that he thought about it, Havoc always asked about her but their dad never told them anything about her. Havoc eventually dropped it after a few years, but the thought always lingered.
"I see, thank you for your time," Genevive said.
"Wait, what's gonna happen to him? Will I be able to see him?" Omega said, scrambling to get his words out before Genevive hung up. She sighed audibly before replying.
"Yes, you will be able to talk to him. Next time you're here in the Capital, we'll let you see him. And on the note of what we're going to do with him, at this point I don't know. He'll most likely be executed though." Genevive replied, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Oh. How long does he have?" Omega replied. He wasn't surprised he was to be executed, but he was his only surviving family member.
"Probably only a few years, since death row is sort of backed up. Thank you for your time, and goodnight." Genevive said, hanging up promptly with a click. He placed the phone back and returned to the couch. It had been a wild week, and he just wanted to go back to sleep which he did soon after, crawling back into Alastair's arms right where he belonged.
And with that, we have our final epilogue and the last chapter of Mrs. Infamous. Thank you all for submitting, reviewing and supporting me through this absolutely wild ride, and thank-you for bearing with all my general weirdness, including my less than optimal writing and my absolutely crazy upload speed. I'll see you all soon for the sequel, Dear Future Self: the 207th Hunger Games. Subs are open for that right now as well as reservations so watch out for the first chapter of that soon! Thank-you all once again, signing off for the last time, Times.