Saffra Glenn
District 2 Female
72 HG
Saffra Glenn looked around her. The Cornucopia was silent except for the sound of her breathing and the jungle ambience.
Her throat felt raw and like she had swallowed fire. Her eyes were bloodshot and tearstained.
And she was soaked with blood.
In a nearly perfect circle around her, laid what used to be her allies. None of them were in one piece.
The alliance had imploded suddenly and violently. Saga had struck first. There was no fight, no honor involved. She just slit Hector's throat from behind.
Saffra would have been next had she not felt his blood spray onto his back.
She whirled around and saw red.
Red like Hector's blood.
Red like the cobras that slithered through the jungle and had bitten Triton just a few days before and injected the venom that had killed in him a painful matter of minutes. Like the cobra that was sliced in half after it tried to do the same thing to Saffra.
Red like the sunsets that were strangely beautiful.
Saga was on the ground, eyes still wide, hand hanging limply over her throat where Saffra's axe had slashed across her throat, an eye for an eye.
She wasn't sure when or why Delmar, Argent, and Maribella had turned on her. Or did she turn on them? Did it honestly matter?
Saffra had hacked them all apart all the same. She had kept swinging long after the cannons fired and only when the red mist finally lifted did she see what she had done. It was overkill. It was dishonorable. Yet it felt...
Her legs gave out and she found herself on her knees. She looked at the bloodstained axe, her bloodstained hands. She reached up to touch her face and found more blood there. She could smell it, taste it on her lips. Her hands shook and she looked up at the blood red sky.
Then she laughed. It was painful. It was raw. It was euphoric.
When she finally calmed down, she slowly rose to her feet. There were two tributes left to kill.
The bloodlust she had felt when she saw Hector fall.
She wanted more of that.
They say power is maddening. In that moment, Saffra realized that she was very, very mad.
And she loved it.
"What can I say? Red is my color."
xxv. bloodstained
Yeah, so that happened. Saffra's definitely the definition of a bloodthirsty brutish Career. Unlike a lot of her peers, she also has zero regrets about it.