I used to play with two marionettes. I'd say that I was the woman, and that the man was my prince charming.

Train. Volunteer. Win.

I had the image of the man wrong. He wasn't my prince charming. He was an enemy. An enemy I had to kill.

Wear this. Wear that. Wave to the crowd.

The man was called Malachite. He was eighteen. Key word: was.

Run. Kill. Survive.

Malachite was a career tribute from district one. We were the last ones left. He disarmed me. I didn't have a choice.

I can still feel the taste of his blood. See his open throat.

My mother comes in, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Eno? Are you done packing your belongings? At this speed someone else will have the time to claim our victor villa!"

Eno. She never called me 'Eno' before. Was that all I had to do to make her love me? Murder innocent people? If I had known that earlier, I could have killed her years ago. I wonder if she'd like that.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

What is wrong with my head?

"I'm almost done mother. You can go, I'll be downstairs in a minute."

"All right, honey. Just hurry up a little!"

Go, you despicable woman.

Despicable woman? It's my mother. I have no right to think like this.

I subconsciously run my tongue over my surgically altered teeth, and then I kick my old bed. I've been turned into a monster, one that I can't control.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

I don't know what to do. Should I cry, scream, or maybe listen to my inner voice?

No, I tell myself, not an option.

I can see my old boyfriend covered in blood. As soon as I went into the arena, he found another girl. He didn't think I had a chance.

I can see my parents faces covered in blood. They've never told me that they love me, but as soon as I come back as a murderer, they are proud to call me their daughter.

More than anyone else, I can see Snow's face covered in blood. His organs on my dinner plate. I can't say I dislike the picture. He has used me. His horrendous games have influenced me to kill six people. He has forced me to surgically alter my teeth as a sign to show my so called victory.

I always thought that it would be an honor to win the games, not that someone would tie strings around me, forcing me around.

I looked down on my marionettes. I was right as I child. That marionette was me. I was fighting against another puppet, who was forced to go through the same thing.

President Snow is a puppeteer, and I am but a marionette in a puppet show.

I might as well make the best of it.

The show must go on.

Ta-daa! Enobaria drabble!

I really like Enobaria. I believe there is more to her than what meets the eye. Even though she wasn't a rebel, she voted against the capitol in the end of Mockingjay, saying "Let them have a taste of their own medicine", which tells us something.

On a non-story-related topic, does anyone know an open SYOT? I've never entered a tribute, but I'd really like to.

Please review and tell me about any SYOT's! :]

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