SILENT HUMILIATION

It seems forever before the train is stopped. It seems even longer before my door opens. Time is a strange thing. Run through the woods, hunt, or laugh and time is gone before you have a chance to appreciate it. Stand restrained, alone and helpless even a second seems forever. The Peacekeeper who enters is only slightly larger than myself. He looks me over, standing here, I start to feel impotent and small again. I am intently staring at my feet, my shoulders curled in, making myself as small a target as possible. Then Thorn's words run through my head, you need to be him, "make it count my young rebel." I pull my head up, my shoulders back, clear my mind and look the Peacekeeper right in the eye. My eyes look cold, I can tell, I know I look angry and militant. His backhand snaps my head, but I stand steady. Blood runs from my nose. I hear movement in the hall.

The Peacekeeper opens my door moves around behind me and removes the shackles from my ankles. One of his hands comes down on my left shoulder, the other grabs the shackles between my hands. I want to shrug his hands off. Every instinct I have says to fight. His hand jerks down on my wrists, he pushes his thumb into my shoulder. His voice is low and gravelly, I am sure his teeth are clenched and his mouth never moves. "Take a deep breath and let me help you through this." Is it possible this Peacekeeper is just part of the team? I don't respond, other than to slow my breathing.

The procession is lead by Ezera. Her metallic hair is piled high on her in-head, in small curls . Her eyes are highly decorated in gold, she has a row of pink gems along the top of her eyebrow, a row of green gems runs down her nose. Her lips are shiny copper. Her dress is once again pale pink and green brocade. I think my mother would call the style Victorian. Her best Capitol voice rings out "move along, move along, were already off schedule. " I almost smirk, but pull my face back under control. For the first time she really looks like a tribute escort from the Capitol.

Next, the largest Peacekeeper I have ever seen is carrying Ruthie. She looks even younger, smaller and more fragile in his arms. She sits on one of his forearms, her legs dangle, she has an arm around his neck. His other hand rests on her waist, holding her to him, her small hand rests on his arm. Her groomer has removed every trace of the bruise and minimalize her gash. Her skin looks soft pink, her long dark hair shines, the front is pulled back and held in a pony tail, the rest is left long and free. Once again she wears a simple white cotton dress. This time though it is solid, you cannot see her jutting bones. I have never seen a tribute look so much like a sacrificial lamb being taken to slaughter.

Maysilee is next, there are few signs of the traumatized young woman. Her blond hair has been straightened, it is held off her face by a wide gold headband. Her dress is sky blue satin, with royal blue velvet trim. Her makeup is soft and conservative, leaving just a hint of the puffiness and red rim around her eyes. Her fingers appear long and delicate, the nails perfectly oval and pink. She looks every inch the District Merchant Princess she is. She is chatting casually with the Peacekeeper walking her. She looks as if she could be on a vacation trip to the Capitol, rather than being a tribute delivered for the Hunger Games. Just as she passes I see the pin at her throat. It is a bird, a Mockingjay to be exact, its supported by its wings in a gold ring, an arrow in its beak. It reminds me of the ring from Torn. I sigh, the Peacekeepers thumb presses my shoulder again, and he adds more tension on my shackles, pulling my shoulders and straining my arms.

I know Sage will be next, I try to prepare myself for his appearance. I remind myself of my own appearance, how fake the image really is. I am startled by Sage as he passes. His hair has been buzzed close to his head. His face looks chiseled and significantly older. His grey seam eyes are gone, they appear deep blue. He wears a black sleeveless peacekeeper training uniform. His arm muscles are well defined. He walks between two Peacekeepers, both are smaller than usual, but are about the same size as Sage. They talk quietly relaxed, like they have been friends forever. He looks more like a tribute from District two than twelve.

The Peacekeeper at my back presses forward on my wrists and shoulder. We are moving, every fiber in my being wants to struggle, to pull away. But, I do exactly as I have been told. I keep the image, that image, the angry young man from the square in my mind. I focus on just getting through this. We step out into the corridor, Samme is stopped right before my door. She looks exactly as she did on the walk this morning, small, young and vulnerable. She takes a step forward, looks me over, then slaps my face hard. My lower lip splits, I can feel blood ozzing down my chin. I spit at her. The Peacekeeper jerks back on my arms, it hurts like hell. I manage not to react. We walk the twenty feet to the end of the car. I take a deep breath, in two more steps I will be out on the platform. People will see me, see the damaged appearance of my body, see me held, unable to fight, hopefully, they will also see a strong, rebellious man. A man capable of surviving against the odds.

We step out the door, the bright lights, the noise, the heat, the crowd all crush in. Its overwhelming, I feel like a trapped animal. My eyes dart, my stomach turns, my steps are unsure, my shoulders start to sag. I am going to vomit. My Peacekeepers thumb drives into my shoulder, he presses down on my shackles. The pain brings my head up, I try to do what I was told, but I still can only react, I am trying to pull free. He jerks on my arms again. One of the peacekeepers who was walking with Sage stops directly in front of us. It brings me to a sudden stop as well. Now I am trapped between the two. I gulp for air. The Peacemaker holding me is right up against my back. I can't do this I am going to panic, fight, scream anything I can to get away. "Breathe" I hear him hiss in my ear. We stand there for what seems like forever. Finally, I have gathered myself. At that moment I realize our whole group has stopped. Ezera is answering a small lavender skinned mans questions. My peacekeeper must have given a signal, as soon as, I have recovered, Ezera wraps it up and were moving again.

It is only three hundred yards from the train platform to the waiting car, it takes us almost an hour to travel the distance. My Peacekeeper is perfectly attuned to my reactions now, every time the humiliation of being helpless threatens to overwhelm me, the stinging pain brings me back. We are stopped, prodded, inspected, and rated. Ezera and Samme are asked a million questions. They never let the reporters actually approach the tributes. So no one actually sticks a microphone in my face, but the gamemakers flunky's are different busy looming over us making commentary and sending reports. It is the most humiliating experience of my life.

When we reach the car I am shoved in head first, I land on the floor at Ezera and Samme's feet. My Peacekeeper climbs in and the door shuts. My hands are still bound, I try to get up but all I manage is to land on my side. I don't know what I expected. Well, actually I expected I would be released once we were away from the station. That I would be one of them again instead of some trapped animal. Then it is Ezera's Capitol voice that gives me some direction. "Its four minutes to the training center, it is a fifty yard walk from the car to the building, then another ten to the elevators. Once we are on our floor, we are out of the public eye for the night." She pulls her foot from her shoe and runs the top of it gently across my jaw. My body blocks it from anyone else's view. I feel reassured. I try to breath slowly and prepare myself for the last leg of this bizarre journey.

I could not prepare for this. When I am pulled from the car we stand on a 4 foot wide glass brick walkway, it is illuminated from below. Peacekeepers line the walk, shoulder to shoulder, the crowd stands twenty deep, there are bleachers three stories high down each side. When I look up I see President Snow, the Head Gamesmaker and about a dozen dignitaries in a private booth. This is the most important fifty yards of the rest of my life. I start to hum taps. I feel my righteous indignation rising, my whole body posture changes, my Peacekeeper feels it. He moves his hands to my biceps and helps me to get ready. I look up, instead of staring at Ezera and the reaping ball, I am staring directly into President Snow eyes. Then me being held by the Peacekeeper is the only image on the big screen behind Snow. I know that image well, it was burned into my brain, white hot rage runs deep, dark cold rebellion haunts my eyes. Still we don't move. Snow can't hold the stare. He breaks the contact between us. We walk, I never waver, I never struggle, and that look and posture never leaves my body. It is by far the hardest thing I have ever done.

When the elevator doors open, all the other Peacekeepers are gone. Ezera, Samme, Sage, Maysilee, and Ruthie stand in a semi-circle around the door. As soon as we step off my Peacekeeper removes the shackles. I stretch my arms and rub my wrist. All I want to do is go to my room shower and forget today. Ruthie has her arms around my waist and her face buried against me. I can feel tears running down my bare skin. I bend down and pick her up, I rub her back, while she cries into my shoulder. I don't say a word. The Peacekeeper has removed his helmet and he looks really familiar. Then it is Samme's smooth deep voice that breaks the silence "Everyone meet Cossack, he is District two Victor thirty fourth Hunger Games. He is our other mentor. We will be working as a team in training, once the game begins Cossack belongs to Sage. Now, I'll give everyone a tour. We will watch the arrival review in the dining room in fifteen minutes. Attendance is mandatory."

So Cossack was holding me, really helping me on purpose. Cossack knew what I was going through, he probably mandated it. He helped me look as if they could not succeed in breaking me. He had gotten me through those moments. I bet if he sentenced a man to die he would kill him himself. If there is one thing any Peacekeeper knows, it is how to intimidate, belittle, humiliate and enrage. After all Peacekeepers are manufactured in District 2. He called it perfectly, he knew everyone had seen the rebel in the square, he decided we would capitalize on the image. Not necessarily the strategy I would have chosen, but he pulled it off. I should hate him. He just earned my respect, my trust well that's a different issue. I paid almost no attention to the tour. I know where my room, the meeting room, and the dining room are everything else not so much.

We ended in the dining room. The buffet is full. It has been hours since I ate. Ruthie has finally settled. I set her next to me and hand her an empty plate. We both fill our plates, I take mostly meat and bread, Ruthie chooses mostly sweets. I have never seen so many options all at once. I am still seething with rage. Samme knew what was being done to me, I suspect Ezera did as well. I am glad for the order not to speak and I really don't want to sit next to either of them. Maysilee, Sage and Cossack sit in a row. I can sit next to Cossack or Maysilee or take one of the other chairs. I sit next to Cossack. Ruthie to the rescue, she immediately sits on the other side of me.

Everyone is at the table. The conversation seems focused on the odd people in the train station and the bleachers. I hadn't really seen anyone but the peacekeeper in front of me. But I had felt Cossack holding me, every eye on me. The pity, the wonder, the questions, I didn't need to see them, it burned into me. The screen comes on. It is Caesar Flickerman, in his midnight blue twinkle suit of course. This year his hair has turquoise green, in forty eight shades. He is ghastly, good at his job but ghastly. This will be the usual arrival recap. I really watch it this time. The conversations go on around me. There are plenty of places I could join in, but I remain silent. There were two reporters, three Gamesmaker front men, and maybe thirty citizens when District eleven train pulled in. That's how the platform would have been without our delay. I watch, with each train the crowd doubles so do the reporters and front men. When we pull in the whole place is in a frenzy. By the time the train doors open on screen, my hands are balled into fists and I am barely breathing. Cossack's fingers wrap around my wrist under the table, he pushes his thumb into it hard stinging. I hold on, I continue to watch. Every time I start to lose it Cossack jabs my wrist. The last thing you see is me being shoved head first onto the floor of the car. Cossack lets go of my wrist. They reduced that hour into just 8 minutes.

As Flickerman announces our arrival at the training center, Cassock slides the flask into my hand and grabs my wrist. I shake, I can't help it, my stomach is churning, my head is pounding. On the screen the light is shining up over Cossack and I as we walk. I lose it, I am on my hands and knees vomiting, Cossack is beside me he has a hand on my neck and one on my forehead. Then there are cool rags in his hands. Finally the retching stops. Cossack pulls me to my feet, hands me a glass and tells me to rinse. Then he hands me a second glass and has me drink. Add this to the list of humiliating things that have happen today. Cassock directs me to shower and sleep thus dismissing me, I am relieved. I head for my room. I stand in the shower for a very long time. Sleep is always hard for me, the nightmares happen almost nightly. Tonight the nightmare's might be different but they will still come. I have no idea how I will ever look at Samme or Ezera again.

I wake to my door opening, I must have thrashing in my sleep because the sheets are wrapped around my legs. I lay still, she walks over sits on the edge of the bed, and places her hand on my bare shoulder. The hand has to belong to Samme, I am shaking with rage. She just sits there like that, I can feel her body shaking, she appears to be silently sobbing. I am trying to figure out what I am going to do. When we were little, if dad was this angry he would have just whupped our butts and it would be over. But shes not a child and I am not her parent. So what am I gonna do. Then she almost whispers "I'm sorry I didn't know it would be that bad. Please I am sorry." I don't move. She starts to rub my back it only enrages me more. She whispers again "I am sorry please talk to me." I grab her wrists as I sit up. I do it without really thinking, I bring her down over my legs and I slap her butt hard. I land 10 hard swats. I push her off my lap and lay back down facing the wall. I am still furious but I feel a little better. I can hear her hand moving over her pajamas, and she is sobbing quietly now. I know I have humiliated her, but I am not forgiving. When she composes herself she tries again. "We talked about it. I knew what the plan was. But I didn't understand, I didn't even understand when it was happening, watching you watch it, changed that. I can't change what we did. I am sorry." I don't move, I don't make a sound. She leaves, I find the flask and drain it.

Crap! My head is pounding and Ezera is screeching "its a big big day. Dining room in twenty be on time" I walk to the screen they say produces whatever we want in 1 minute. I push the buttons on the screen for Coffee lots of sugar. I look in the mirror at my apparent injuries, none of it was washed away. Nausea rises, my stomach is churning again. I find jeans and a long sleeve button up, that's better. The coffee is on a tray in front of the screen. I grip it in both hands and begin sipping. I make it on time to the dining room. Everyone else is already there. The silence spreads as they notice me. I fill a plate. I don't want to sit with them. I walk over to the wall. I sit on the floor, knees bent, plate resting on the top, my back against the wall. The conversation at the table is strained. I can hear every word. Finally, Ezera stands, she is back to being the woman on the train. Again, as angry as I am, I am staring at her lips as she speaks. "Today things start to get easier. There are only 4 places you need to be. When you leave here you will go to the remake center. After lunch you'll be with your stylist. Then at dusk the Chariot Parade of Tributes. Last back here to have dinner and the review . Tomorrow we start training. Please stay on schedule. " Her eyes never even try to meet mine. I am greatful she dropped the Capitol accent. I don't know if my head could take it.

Samme replaces Ezera. Her eyes find mine immediately, I see a faint blush. But, she is searching, hoping to find forgiveness. I try to soften my face, I have no idea if I succeed. She straightens her shoulders moves her gaze to Sage and speaks "You all did amazing yesterday. Continue to do as you are told today. I will see you at lunch and dinner. Our first strategy meeting is at breakfast." Cassock stands, he is a man of few words. "We will be watching, make us proud again." With that we are dismissed and headed for the remake center. An Avox points me to the door I am to go in. I stand outside the door just staring at the handle. Thorn will be on the other side of the door. I remember yesterday, what she did to me, the way she did it. I want to run, I want to scream. Then I realize I might not have made it through yesterday had she been kind and gentle. I push open the door and go in.

Three identical women stand there. I am sure the one in the middle is Thorn. Though I am not sure why I am sure. They are all completely naked. Each of them is painted with a rose bush from their toes to their forehead. You can see everything and yet you can see nothing. They wear their hair up and intertwined roses form a wreath. The effect is stunning. I am right the woman in the center steps forward. Her roses are pink. She looks straight at me. I can tell she knows what happened yesterday. I am sure she knew what was going to happen. I also realise only Cossack and her really understood what was going to happen. She prepared me the best she could. Her I decide I am going to trust. She must see a change in me, because she speaks. "After yesterday I decided if you were going to be naked and vulnerable, you deserved the same from us." She points to the woman on her right. Her roses are deep red. "This is Rose." She turns to her left "this is Blossom" I can't stop staring, the roses on Blossom's body are yellow near the stem, they turn peach and then pink at the tips, the open blossoms are pale pink. I have never seen a rose like that. I speak for the first time, my voice sounds raw "what kind of roses are they?" A smile passes over Thorn's face for the first time today. She answers me softly "they are called a Peace Rose" I smile back.

She points to a large comfortable chair. The three woman sit around me. Rose and Blossom sit on the arms and Thorn is on the foot stool. Thorn is visibly tense before she starts to talk. "I am sorry but today isn't going to be much easier than yesterday. Today is the last time you will be without a shirt in public, we can't give up the deception. I have to leave the marks on your body." She pauses to let what she has said sink in. I am going to appear beaten again. I have only one question "Will I be restrained? "

"No! Now that you are here absolutely not. Your not supposed to be styled before today, that's why we snuck on the train as maintenance workers. Everyone believes the injuries are real, if they showed up or disappeared today they would be attributed to us and assumed fake. I can't let what you did yesterday be for nothing. I will meet you here as soon as you are off the Chariot. I will get you excused from viewing and I will remove the marks from your body myself. I will need to leave your face but we will make it heal over three days. Angle will provide you with training gear that will cover where the marks should be."

I like having a groomer, well I like having Thorn. She is the first person who has been absolutely straight with me. The rest of the morning mostly sucks! All the hair on my body is groomed. I am waxed, ripped and plucked till Thorn is happy. I am definitely not. Then the good part starts. Each of them massages a different oil into my painful body. The aches from Cossack restraining me are eased as well. Thorn stands me in front of the mirror. It is time to face my naked body. All the bruising still appears some of it is even more prominent with my hair removed. But the image is very different. I look strong, I have endured. I find the details interesting I have no facial, leg or back hair. The hair on my chest has been shaped and thinned to accentuate the shape and size of my muscles. My skin is bronzed as if I have been in the sun for days, I have a glowing sheen. I want to kiss Thorn, so I do. I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead. I mummer "thank you" against her skin. She has given me the one thing I didn't think was possible, some of my dignity.

I get dressed in the clothes she has laid out. I am tying my shoes when the lunch warning sounds. I quickly straighten with a shudder. I have to face them. Thorns gently tugs me back, "let me take care of this." I shrug and sit in the Comfy chair. Thorn touches a few buttons and talks into the speaker. She asks for Ezera and Samme. She informs them I will be staying in the remake center until the Start of training tomorrow. I almost can't breath. When the hum from the speaker stops she looks and smiles "your not ready to be back with them yet." It was a statement, and very true. She punches a button and orders lunch deliver. We have worked in relative silence and we simply continue that way until the food arrives. When the Avox leaves we all fill our plates. Thorn tentatively ask if I want to know the effect of my arrival on the Capitol. I am not sure but I might as well face it. I nod my head.

"You are being heavily bet both to win and to be hunted by the careers. The early word is your training score should be an 8. The Head Peacekeeper in charge of tributes has been fired and is missing, some say missing his head. The same has been said about the Heads of Railway maintenance , Railway Services, and Railway Security. It is rumored that the Head Gamesmaker's life depends on your death. Also rumored, Snow is furious you are making a Mockery of his first games and its a quarter quell."

4 men are probably dead, because I appeared beaten but not broken. I always dreamed of being a rebel, of thumbing my nose at the capitol. My mothers words "be careful what you wish for" ring in my head. How many more unintended deaths will I cause. I spin the ring on my finger and wish for the simpler day. The one where I was the only one in danger of execution for my actions. At least I knew all the rules then. We finish in silence.

When Angle arrives she is quiet, I am getting used to being surprised by the people charged with my care. Her voice is almost a whisper, calming like her movements. She goes to the closet and brings out a small platform, much like the one Thorn restrained me on yesterday, except, this one has its own adjustable hand rails. I felt like had been punched. Was Angle going to restrain me? She spoke again. "I need to look at you naked so we can make adjustments. I will position the bars so you can stand comfortably while I look. Then we will all talk." I relax she really is trying to be nice. I remove my clothing and step on to the platform. When the bars are where I am comfortable but she can see every square inch of me she steps back. First she stands directly in front of me. She is just calmly looking at me. So I look back, she is interesting. Her face has a mosaic of inset gold and silver lines. The open areas are completely filled with gems. She is wearing a body suit that covers her from neck to ankles. It is black and sparkling. She has on boots that stop right at her ankles.

Then she steps very close to me and starts running her hand over my skin. She spends a long time looking at and touching my body. When she is finished I once again feel helpless and small. She motions Thorn over. They move around my back, Angle runs her fingers over where I know the lash marks are. "Make these look angrier, like they are infected. I want his face a little rougher. Open up his cheek a little more." She talks like I am a statue they are carving. Thorn objects "I promised I would heal his face in three days. If I toughen the cheek it will take longer. " Thorn is protecting me yet she is talking like I can't hear. Angle steps up to me, holds my chin turns my face looking. She asks "Then what can we do?" Thorn suggests "I can open his lip up further. Puff it a little more." Angle turns to walk away say "good I need him ready in three hours. Lets sit and talk costume." I lose it they are going to make some of my injuries look even worse? "No!"

Both heads snapped to look at me again. "What?" Angle's voice is soft and threatening. "I won't be treated like that again" I reply looking her in the eye. "And how would that be?" Her voice rings of true curiosity, so I answer "Be made to feel and appear, weak and helpless, humiliated." Genuine shock registers on her face. "What can I give you to do it for me." She knew what ever I would ask would not be trivial or easy to give. I could see that much in her posture and eyes. I think for a moment what is worth it. She needs to understand what she is asking of me. What she is asking me to allow."I want to inspect you naked and restrained on that platform." Her whole body tensed, then began to tremble. She nodded. I looked at Thorn "please help her get in position. Don't restrain her" I went to the screen pushed a few buttons and waited for coffee. I was going to touch her, I was going to make sure I unnerved her, but not because my hands were cold. She stands there perfectly still, she isn't making a sound, but she looks terrified. That's a good start. I am definitely not nice. Now I know why she wears the body suit. She has been burned over her whole body. Her skin is interesting. It is a web of very pink raised scars and what looks like fragile white skin. She has no human makings, no nipples not even a belly button. She looks like her body had been shaped in a mold. I stand very close, put my index finger under her chin and lift until our eyes meet. I just stare into her eyes not allowing her to drop her gaze. She losses it and slaps at my hand. I take a step back, point at the bars and wait. She puts her hands back on the bars. And I resume inspecting her. I crouch low and start to trace the scars that run up her leg with my finger. She can't take much before she starts hitting my shoulders. I grab her wrists and just wait. When she stops struggling I point to the bars and find the switch on the platform. I see her pull, test, then understand her reality. Now I step up behind her and called Thorn over. I run my finger firmly over her thickest scar as I say "Thorn could you put a trail of blisters here?" Angle screams. She struggles, she has totally lost it. I walk around turned off the switch and catch her in my arms. I hold her against my chest till the terror subsides.

Thorn helps her dress while I order food. It had only taken ten minutes but none of us would ever forget. When Angle has pulled herself together, she joins us, she sits on the foot stool with Thorn. She carries a big box. "How we will mark your body is for the capitol, how we groomed you is for the Citizens, and how we dress you is just for you." She opens the box. I see a mending bag my mother uses to collect work in. Angle reaches in and pulls out a pair of boots, recognition hits me they were Veiner's he never wore them. He was reaped. Next she pulls out a pair of Tink's pants. I recognize moms darning. When she finishes, the pile also includes Rainer's belt, Jinx's Bandanna, David's lunchbox, John's headlamp and my father's helmet. All the men in my family will be with me. A single tear streaks my face, I haven't actually cried ever, not even when Veiner died. Angle broke the tension joking "I am going to look like the most boring stylist ever" I met her gaze "I think your a very brave stylist." She had already understood what she asked of me. She had also known what I was going to do to her and she allowed it. With that I go to the platform and get in position to once again have my body marked.

We finish right as the ten minute warning sounds. I walk quietly with Angle to the stockyards. Two dozen perfectly paired chariots line the ramp. Each pulled by a pair of perfectly matched horses. The District twelve chariots are coal black so are the horses. Cossack's arrival is unexpected, it is rare for mentors, but Cossack is not yet an official mentor, so he appears a Victor simply mingling with tributes. The other tributes from District twelve and their stylists arrive only moments later. Cossack motions us all to him, he gives us direction, his voice is quiet "I want Heymitch on the far outside, Ruthie is in the chariot with him. I want Maysilee on the inside of the other chariot, Sage is on the far inside." He wanders away from our group, he gathers each district's tributes and talks to them for a moment as he makes his way to the lead chariots. I am sure we are the only ones he gave instructions to.

Sage looks much as he had arriving, except that the pants are well fitted miners gear. And the form fitting tank t-shirt is white with coal dust smears. Ruthie wears a typical seam dress. But poor Maysilee, she has nothing but a miners shirt and work belt on. The shirt is pulled open so that the front of her naked body is exposed. Her skin sparkles everywhere. two days ago I would have been excited to see her naked. Today I just feel sorry for her.

I don't speak. I lift Ruthie onto the chariot. She moves straight to the front rail, rests her elbows on it and rest her chin against her hands. She looks like she is enchanted with her surroundings. I step onto the chariot. I stand with my feet at shoulders width, my back straight, chest forward, face forward, chin firm, arms folded back resting in the small of my back. A position I have learned is called parade rest, it will be anything but restful in this parade. I have practiced while Thorn was working her art on my body. Holding my face absolutely expressionless, keeping my eyes cold with rage. The position I held brought the image from yesterday back, it would for anyone who saw both. But this time I look strong, I give the impression of being a predator. Only those in the Capitol have seen the live feed from the station and training center, even though the review had brought back every agonizing moment, a waking nightmare, it did not really show much. Only those in the Capitol will see the live feed of the Parade. This is for the Sponsors, burn both images into their minds, the man they could not break, and the strong predator who will not forgive. I will be the Victor it is the only option.