A/N: Wow. I haven't updated this is so long, I apologize. Feel free to come after me with a baseball bat. Better yet, go after my teachers. They're the ones freaking us out about exams, which start in about four days.

Anyway, here's another chapter!

"They're better than I expected," Coin murmured. "Much better."

"What did you expect?" Johanna asked, irritated. "We trained them just like you asked."

The table full of past Victors and the other mentors all looked at Coin expectantly.

"I trusted that you would do well," Coin amended. "I did not, however, know just how well."

"Glad that's cleared up," Johanna muttered with a sharp tone. "So what now?"

The table began to stare at Coin with that same anticipating look, as if Johanna was simply voicing everything they were thinking.

"Get them ready for the Games."

"That was a given," Haymitch grumbled behind a bottle, which, really, was the only way he talked these days.

"I did not ask for your opinion, Mr. Abernathy," Coin snapped. "I expect these Games to be a show."
"Why?" Katniss spoke up for the first time. "To show the Capitol what they put us through for seventy-five years?"

"That's exactly it," Coin was taken aback at Katniss' harsh tone.

'And why does it matter to you?" she hissed. "You weren't a part of the Games. You didn't fear for your life once a year, in the reapings. You didn't watch people you know be slaughtered for entertainment. You know nothing."

"Katniss," Peeta warned from beside her, grabbing her arm as she stood. She quickly shook him off and glared at Coin, daring her to respond.

"That's why you," she gestured to the Victors at the table, "were the ones to vote on this. I recall you were the one who gave the deciding vote, Miss Everdeen."

"I have reasons for wanting this," Katniss said slowly. "You, I recall, spent all those years bunkered up in District Thirteen, while innocent people died. While my little sister was chosen to die, and I had to step in to save her, which killed her in the end. While I held Rue in my arms, and sang until she died. So many people I failed to save, all because of the Hunger Games. So many debts left unpaid," she shook her head sadly. "For me, this is closure. Me paying my debts owed to those who died in the Games. What is it to you?"

"Revenge," Coin stood, staring back at Katniss. "We are not so different, you and I."

"How? I never saw you in the arena," Katniss hissed back at her.

"I think this meeting is now adjourned," Coin moved swiftly out of the room and the door closed with a click.

"Katniss, you need to control your temper," Peeta murmured as everyone began filing out of the room.

"She doesn't know what she's talking about," Katniss muttered. "She has no idea what the Games are really about."

"I know," Peeta told her softly. "Getting angry at her won't solve anything, though."

"Says you," Katniss whispered darkly. Peeta sighed, looking slightly ashamed, and they continued to walk back to the twelfth floor of the training centre. Despite Peeta's best efforts during the walk, Katniss was still angry with Coin when they entered the sitting room and joined their tributes, their stylists and pretty much everyone else staying on their floor.

"Well it's about time you lot showed up," Ryker barked irritably. "They're about to show the scores."

"Your Tribute, Katniss?" Haymitch laughed, and Katniss rolled her eyes back at him. "Teach her about slugs at all?"

Katniss glared at him. "Do you teach your Tribute about the effects of alcohol?"

"We're right here," Ryker hissed. "And shut up, it's starting."

Sure enough, the anthem of Panem blasted through the television's speakers.

The first number to show up was for a boy named Abdon Marl. He scored a seven. More numbers flashed by. A girl named Colista scored a five. Eryx's face glowed on the screen with the number six. Perfectly average, as per usual. A few of the people in the room congratulated him, but he just smiled back at them, not really acknowledging them at all. Straight after him, Fayna's picture showed the number two underneath it.

"TWO! That's like, thirty-six more than one!" she chirped happily.

"Your Tribute, Haymitch?" Katniss smirked, to which she got a scowl in return. No-one had the heart to tell Fayna that two was not thirty-six more than one.

Another tribute passed, then Jessamine Snow scored a nine. A couple of floors down, Johanna smiled at her Tribute menacingly. "Still room for improvement," she hissed.

Jessamine sighed. Truthfully, she wasn't too disheartened at her score, given that Coin was always going to mark her down no matter what she did. After Jessamine, a boy named Junius scored an eight, which made her feel better, if only marginally.

Numbers and pictures continued in a blur. Ryker also scored a nine, a fact she smiled at. She hadn't failed as much as the likes of Fayna, though she'd never really considered failure as an option. After the broadcast finished with a boy named Thayne, who scored a four, the anthem played again and the broadcast ended. As the tributes filed out, Haymitch began trying to guess what would happen in the Games. The highest score was a ten, scored by a boy named Kiros.

"The Games will be over like that," Haymitch snapped his fingers.

Katniss, still fuming over the meeting with Coin earlier, didn't reply, and Peeta really didn't feel like betting on the results of the Games. Without another word, the three Mentors left the room for bed.

A/N: I'd like to point out that at the moment, I have a whole bunch of tally marks on my arm. Just for the Doctor Who reference. This chapter was brought to you by 'I Just Can't Wait To Be King' from The Lion King, and 'The Imperial March'. Also, I read parts from near the end of Mockingjay for part of this chapter, and I swear, pretty much that whole book make me feel sad. Apart from President Snow dying of laughter. That makes me crack up laughing EVERY time.

Anyway. Review? Please? And unless exams kill me, hopefully I'll update sooner than I have been.