Showdown

"...Elias! Elias Blackwell...Over here!"

Dane kept a forced smile plastered onto his face, as he stood there still and rigid.

Elections were in full swing.

The fake and disgusting elites that prowled the election hall, filled the entire room with the media in tow. Cameras flashed. Media persons swarmed Dane and the other candidates with their microphones, gluing the camera onto their faces. The crowd of elites was fiery with chatter amongst themselves as the amount of votes presented on the screen were displayed live.

Numbers were going up and down, fluctuating by each candidates's speeches and interviews.