You were up on the cameras, you were angry. More than angry, infuriated.

You were like a snake, fangs full of venom, ready to attack.

So, when another tribute approached you, Coral, you think her name was, or whatever. It didn't matter, because you had ripped her to shreds. You didn't lunge first, no. Of course you didn't.

But when she did, you took your opportunity and you stabbed her. You stabbed her in the back, before dragging your knife down her spine, only then to retract it. But you didn't stop there, no. You stabbed her in the face, cut off her ear, only then to dispose her body next to the growing pile of dead bodies. She wasn't recognizable when you finished with her, only a bloodied mess.

The gasps, and screams of horror that came out from the people in the capitol. All were blurred into one from Coriolanus's ears. He was terrified of you.