My first fanfiction. Follows Johanna after her games ends. Johanna and Blight POV mostly. I've written it so Johanna is the victor of the 67th Hunger Games. Blight is the victor of the 60th. I hope you enjoy the story.

Johanna woke u with a start. It took her a moment to remember where she was. Tied to a crossbeam that made up some atrocious concrete building. The 67th annual Hunger Games were set in the ruins of a ancient city. As she untied herself she recalled the day of her reaping. For some reason this memory always surfaced when she awoke. Her mind had gone into overdrive when her name had been pulled. Strategy was all she could think of. She was strong, and actually had a fair chance, but not if she was made a target. The tears immediately started pouring down her face. Weakness. She would show weakness.

BOOM

Cannon fire. Another gone. 13 days into the games and now only 5 remained. Johanna only needed to kill 4 more people. Only 4 more children had to die for her to get home. Her allies were long gone. The weaklings she had partnered up with to maintain her act had died relatively early. Johanna hadn't meant to become friends with 12 year old Ellie from 10 or 14 year old Will from 11. It had just happened. Jack from home had died in the bloodbath. He was pretty strong and good with weapons. He'd flaunted it and now he was dead. Ellie had died quickly, an arrow through the eye 8 days in. The girl from 1 had shot it. Will had reacted quickly, he'd warned them that they were being too loud, but weak people make mistakes and Johanna needed to appear weak. Wills poison darts managed to take down the boy from 1 and both from 2. Unfortunately the poison was slow acting, and it didn't stop Will from losing his head. Johanna had escaped, but the deaths of her companions hit hard.

Johanna felt the spark of hope enter her. She was almost home. Soon she'd be home with her mother and her brother, Luke. Johanna finished unstrapping herself and leapt to the floor, trying to be silent. She made a mental list of those left. The girl from 1 was still alive, injured but alive. The boy from 3 was young; he was likely whom the cannon sounded for. Both from 9 were still kicking around somewhere. The last survivor was the boy from 11. He was a big guy, but she'd injured him badly last night. He wouldn't be putting up much more of a fight.

BOOM BOOM

Another two tributes down. 3 left. Only two more need to die before I can go home. The thought kept her going. Towards the cornucopia Johanna. That's where they'll want it to end. The quick kills had her worried. Mutt's maybe. Or maybe someone is full of surprises, like me.

Johanna walked carefully towards the final battle site. A silver parachute fell in front of her. She hadn't been expecting anything. Sponsors didn't support weaklings. Blights plan must have worked.

"Once you've made the top 10 you need to make yourself known. Don't let the tributes see. Be sneaky. But make sure the sponsors know you are not weak. That you can and will win." Blight's words echo in her head. She'd done as he'd asked and this was her reward. This close to the end the sponsors must really believe in her. Johanna opened the container and felt a smile tug at her face. Blight had sent her stew from home. The same beef stew her mother scrimped and saved for so she and her brother could have a celebratory meal after the reaping. There had been no stew from her mother on the train. She ate it greedily. Her stomach no longer ached and she felt renewed, and ready to end it. It was time to go home.

Johanna's leg ached. A poorly aimed knife had left a shallow cut, nothing she couldn't fix, but after three days any cut was bound to hurt.

SNAP

Johanna fell to her knees instinctively. A figure flew over her. As Johanna stood she recognized the girl from 1.

"How in the HELL are you still alive 7?"Johanna smirked rudely. Wouldn't she like to know. Wouldn't she like to know that she'd poisoned the boy from 4, stolen his ax, though why 4 had or wanted an ax was beyond her, and had since been swiftly cutting down the competition. But Johanna said nothing. The last words she'd spoken in the arena had been to Ellie. They'd been talking about home. Johanna didn't want to taint those last words by giving the bitch the satisfaction of knowing they'd all been fooled, she wanted her to believe that death came from a frightened girl. Nor did she deserve the comfort of human speech before her death. She killed Ellie, nothing was owed to this monster.

BOOM

The other tribute must have succumbed to injuries, or mutts, or both. Johanna didn't care. That cannon meant that the last step before going home stood right before her. 4 she'd killed with poison. His death had been slower than the others. "Just you and me 7, just you and me," The girl from one was taunting her. She didn't know that Johanna was a killing machine. Yes 4 had been slow. But those that had followed after acquiring her ax… they had been swift. The boy from 8, the girl from 4, and the boy from 12. Childs play. Johanna's only escaped victim had been the boy from 11. He likely succumbed to his injuries. Johanna hadn't wanted him to suffer, but he'd escaped.

This girl from 1 she had no clue. They circled, waiting to make a move. Johanna had never been patient. Her other kills had been quick, she didn't intend to change that.

The ax flew from Johanna's hand. Her aim was perfect. Right at the bitches forehead. The girl ducked down, avoiding the ax expertly. What she hadn't expected was the knife thrown moments later. The knife pierced her left eye and she fell to the ground, dead before she even hit. Ellie's token tied around the shaft of the knife, a simple ribbon. The girl from 1's blood began to pool around her, threatening to soak into the ribbon. Johanna untied the ribbon and held it tightly in her hand. Tears were pouring down her face and she found she didn't care if they were happy, sad, or mad tears. A platform lowered before her. Shouldn't there have been an announcement?

Johanna stepped onto the platform and felt a current run through her body. She couldn't move. Panic set in. Please! I can't move! I need to move, to run, escape! Johanna couldn't control the fear. When she finally reached the hover craft and was released she fell to her knees, tears still pouring down her face. She'd killed so many… so brutally. How could she live with that? Indirectly she'd killed more. Her weak act had lead to the death of her allies. She'd allowed them to be found, more blood on her hands. Bile started rising in her throat. So much death, too much death. She vomited on her boots.

Doctors dressed in white grabbed her and strapped her to a bed. Johanna struggled fiercely before a shot was administered. Darkness took her. The last thing she remembered was the feel of the ribbon between her fingers.