As we walk to the Training Center, Finnick has my hand held tightly in his. If there's one thing I know about Finnick, it's that he's protective of me, for some reason.

He sits down on a bench in between me and Mags, but wraps his arms around me. I'm exhausted, since I didn't sleep very well last night. So while I wait for my turn, I lean against Finnick and fall asleep.

I wake up to lips on my forehead and I see Finnick looking at me lovingly.

"Mags just went in," he says. "Figured I'd get you up now."

How long was I asleep? I sign.

"About forty five minutes," Finnick shrugs. He lightly kisses my forehead. "Good luck in there."

You too, I sign.

Mags comes out, so he gives me a reassuring smile before leaving as his name is called.

•••••

"District Five, Asphodel Lethe."

I snap my head up and see my allies encourage me in one way or another. I tie my hair up in a ponytail and rise to my feet. My head held high, I make my way into the gym.

I glance at the Gamemakers and go to the knife-throwing station. I grab two belts of knives and proceed to complete the course without flaw. I wish I could laugh, just to anger the Gamemakers. However, when I see the Gamemakers not watching me, I get an idea. I grab some blood red berry juice and begin painting.

YOU TRIED TO KILL ME ONCE. I'M STILL ALIVE. I BEAT YOU AT YOUR OWN GAME.

When I finish, I smirk at their reactions and leave.

I walk out of the room, smirking and my head held high. Finnick gets up and follows me out.

"How was it?" he asks.

Perfect, I sign. I mean, I might die for what I did, but hey. At least I'll have gone out with a bang.

"What did you do?" he demands.

Wrote 'You tried to kill me once. I'm still alive. I beat you at your own game,' in berry juice, I shrug.

"How on earth did you ever survive your first Games?" he sighs, shaking his head.

I think everybody's wondering that, I admit. How did a fourteen year old from Five ever survive?

"You outsmarted everybody and intimidated them," he points out. I shrug, nodding.

•••••

"What's the plan for the Interviews?" Ryder asks Atom over dinner.

"Just do your thing. Make them empathize. And Del?" I look at him. "Scare the crap out of everybody."

I can do that, I nod.

"Be as intimidating at possible," he continues. "Glare. Be ruthless and sarcastic."

Without talking? I sign.

"You can do it," he nods.

"The training scores are on!" Valentine squeals. So we all practically run into the living room.

Enobaria gets a nine, Beetee gets a seven, and Wiress gets a three. Finnick gets an eleven and Mags gets a four.

"Ryder Isaacs from District Five with a score of eight!"

We all have barely any time to congratulate him before my picture pops up on the screen.

"Now, Asphodel Lethe is something of a living legend," Caesar begins. "She became District Five's very first female victor two years ago at age fourteen. She survived having her throat slit and was so stealthy that she earned the nickname 'the Silent Killer'. Now, she's the youngest victor in Panem and the youngest, but by far the smartest, tribute in the Games. The silent but deadly Asphodel Lethe has made history by earning the first-ever training score of a perfect twelve!"

We're silent. We know why they gave me a twelve.

Blight gets a nine, Johanna gets a ten, Peeta gets an eleven, and Katniss does, as well.

Well.