Miss_Athy_P
She saw animals butchered almost every day of her life, she was no stranger to blood or dismembered parts. Hyacinth Tracy had known since she was twelve years old exactly how to dismember an animal properly, and she hated it. Hated being used to death, being used to the blood and missing limbs of her coworkers. Her blood, sweat, and tears were that of a purebred District 10 civilian. On the day of her sixteenth birthday, it would be put to use.
She was tired of poverty as well. Starving, the beatings. That's what happens to Orphans in ten. The day of the seventy-second hunger games, Hyacinth decides its no longer enough. The measly meals in between days, the killing. It could all be ended, with a raise of a hand. She could die, but she'd never have to kill again, she'd never have to starve again.
If only she realized she simply traded one cage for another.