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I am (Y/N) (L/N). I'm from District 7. Cato and I won the 74th Hunger Games. I had a best friend named Clove who sacrificed herself for me and Cato. Cato is my lover. He volunteered to protect me in the 75th games. I saved him and Katniss from the Capitol. I was tortured because of that. I reunited with Cato.

After a short period of time, you finally calmed down and walked out of your room, heading to what seemed like a large rubble area. Cato had told you about a bombing that happened, but nothing vital has been damaged, so they were all safe.

You walked to where you would stand, noticing the film team getting set up and making sure the camera showed your scars, which gave you time to think about how you were going to say your thoughts about what happened. You looked back to the speeches you gave on the tour. The interviews and how you reacted to every question Caesar asked you. Every time you acted out a different personality. Suddenly, you knew what you were doing. After a few breaths and staring at the rocky floor, you looked back up, waiting for the film team's approval to began talking. A solemn look captured your face, there wasn't a trace of a smile that came from your lips.

You were also aware that no one else was with you. You assumed it was because they were watching your film from somewhere else.

And they were. The other victors, as well as Plutarch, Coin, Boggs, Effie, and even Clove's dad had watched in the same room where Katniss had been put live on air to try and convince Snow to bring back you, Peeta, Annie, and Johanna. The rest of 13 were all watching in the cafeteria or wherever they were assigned. This was a mandatory broadcast apparently.

You saw Cressida, the director of the film team nod her head, and you saw the blinking red lights of the camera recording you. Signalling you could start. You waited an extra three seconds before speaking, your serious and grave tone ringing out for everyone to hear.

"This is (Y/N) (L/N). One of the winners of the 74th Hunger Games, and survivor of the 3rd Quarter Quell. I am in District 13, alive and well. We recently had just disabled an important system of the Capitol's offensive weapons. But... I'm not here to tell you recent news." You could feel yourself growing a mocking smirk to the Capitol. To Snow.

"Oh no. I think a lot of people are much more concerned about why I'm here, and not in the Capitol. Well, why don't I explain this in a little more detail. One that our very special President Coriolanus Snow didn't dare to tell any of the citizens of the Capitol nor the rest of Panem."

When you had spoke about what happened, during the games, during the aftermath, it had made everyone lean in and want to hear even more. It was like one of those popular shows where everything is starting to reach the climax of a case or investigation, and everyone was itching to hear the conclusion. Everyone wanted to know what happened. The way you had said everything with such a fashion made the whole thing addicting. Nobody could remove their eyes from the screen in fear they may miss something validly important.

"Now, you might be wondering why I look like I had been trapped inside a burning house. Well, how can I put this... to put it simply, I was in the burning house.

"Each Victor who was captured; me, Johanna, Peeta, and Annie were all subjected into a torture. Each was different from the rest. We were trained and forced to be engineered as mutts. What kind? To kill any rebel who dared to conflict with the Hunger Games already set up. Some of us were soaked in water and shocked to no ends. Others were beat, or mentally wounded instead of showing physical scars.

"But if you think us being beat, whipped, burnt until your skin was nothing but ash was the worst torture, oh you are so wrong. The people who locked me up had made it impossible for me to think of anything else other than the burning sensation of something hurting me. Whether it be mentally, or physically. They inject tracker jacker venom into you so that you're brain is messed up even more than it already is. They alter the venom to make you see things that aren't there. Much like the jabberjay's cries. And then they leave you alone, letting you subject to the poison until you turn numb. What a perfect weapon for a snake den.