Written for Forthegenuine's prompt "The colour red." On Nightlock Recs. Just a warning, this is really, really dark. I don't recommend this to my regular fans that are used to Peeta and Katniss love stories. This is really, really, dark.

Red. Red, red, red. Everywhere. Pooling up around my bare feet. Coming out of my loved ones' necks.

I am in a room full of dead bodies. Everyone, everyone, I have ever know and loved is on the ground, their necks slit open in large, deep gashes. Stood up on a stage is Prim, my mother, Gale, Peeta, and… my father. Necks all cut.

Finnick, Annie, Rue, Cinna, Johanna, Beetee, Plutarch, Haymitch, Maysilee, Effie, Thresh, Tigris, Boggs, Rory, Vick, Posy, Cato, Delly, Madge, everyone, everyone! All dead! Red is up to my knees now.

I start screaming. And I can actually… hear myself.

This is no nightmare.

I rip wads of hair off my insane head. I'm on the ground, wallowing in the gargantuan pool of crimson liquid while my throat turns hoarse and raw. This is a nightmare. In reality. I'm not asleep.

I'm either dead, trapped in some monstrous, evil, terrifying hell, or alive, trapped in my mentally disoriented mind where I see everyone dead.

It's neither.

I know because I'm staring into the all-too-real snake eyes of the man who killed them all.

"You MONSTER!" I roar at him. I'm seething, I'm filled with rage, fury, anger… fire. That's the word. Fire. It feels as if I could conceive a flame from my bare hand and turn this man to ashes. "YOU BELONG IN HELL!" I screech. I lunge at him in a vicious, rage-filled, disoriented state. I claw at his snake eyes, I gouge them out. I tear his puffy, bloodied lips. I mutilate his face, destroy it. I'm an animal. One conceived by pure rage and fire.

I rip his tie off his neck and use it as a garrote. This man deserved to die a million deaths. He deserves to feel the pain he has caused so many others.

I will not kill him here. No- nothing as merciful as that. I will use whatever I have in this blood red room, anything, to torture this man. No, not man. He is a… there's no right word to describe the pure evil of this-this thing.

I don't stop inflicting pain on this thing until the blood starts to drown me.

It fills my vision, my hearing, my breathing.

Red haunts me. Forever.

Red, red, red.