Bloodstains on the floor. A piano playing quietly from several rooms away.

The knife was wiped clean of its blood. So that was accomplished.

The Capitol was going to be painted red. It was going to be shocked and things were going to be fixed. Things were going to be better.

Bloodstains on the floor, getting bigger, seeping outward. The room was going to be filled with blood soon. Blood up to the ceiling, leaking out of the floor, dripping down to the room blow. It was going to flow, like a river, like an ocean, filling everywhere. God, the blood to be poured, the blood to be spilled, but in the name of something greater than all of this. In the name of something that would change the world as they knew it. Panem would never be the same.

This was only the beginning.


this is just a filler bc the chapters used to be out of order! but it does set the tone and is relevant to the subplot. but just in case nobody who's already past ch2 reads it it's not like. integral. it's just a filler!