Hello everyone. I have yet another idea for a story, (please don't judge me on all of my 1-3 chapter stories) so I hope you enjoy it and I promise the next update will up within 24 hours. Below is a much more detailed account on the story and what it will entail.

For 75 years, twenty four children have entered the arenas and reemerged dead spare one lone Victor. 75 Victors have been crowned above the others. This is the story of how each of those Victors attained their Victory status.

This One-Shot format will show the final battle of each Victor from their POV.

I hope you all enjoy as we embark on this 73 chapter journey. I know I will have fun :)

-Dn

Chapter 1- Year 1

Victor- Dakin Green- District 2

The rebellion started when I was six. I was a frightened kid now, that couldn't shake the face out of death my mind. It kept me awake at night, watching people kill other people. I knew it was so we could live better lives. Then District 13 was destroyed and all hope fell. That was two years ago when I was sixteen. I saw how the Capitol came back and restored our towns, our villages, our homes. I thought that we may have lost the war but we changed the Capitol like we had hoped. I was wrong.

For one year after the restoration. A train from the Capitol came with a woman dressed in the strange style of the Capitol. She was dressed in a blue dress with a collar that rose above her head with red beads dangling from its sides. I was a bit surprised by her arrival and décor. The people of my District was sure she was here as a representative of the Capitol to help us and get words of our life to them. We were all wrong.

We were forced from our homes to go to the newly built Justice Building. The old one was demolished in the fires that burned half our District and killed half our people including my entire family. I was all that was left. I didn't love anyone, I didn't care about anyone. Family was all you had in a warzone. When the wind blew through the town square, ash filled the air and rained down upon us like snowflakes. It set the mood perfectly.

Then the President told us what the Games were. He described to us the Hunger Games and how it was to be as penance to us for the crimes we committed against the Capitol. He told us about how one boy and one girl between the ages would compete in the arena. Then he said only one would survive.

I will never for get that moment. The moment the President signed my death warrant and I ended up here in the arena. I was the last person alive with the exception of one person. The gigantic girl from 9. I think she killed as many people as I did. Most of the people refused to kill and died of starvation as protest to the Capitol. They were people like from 3 and 5 and 8 and 11. The other Districts were too weak to win. The pair from 12 killed themselves together as a suicide pact as they would prefer to die together than go back to their District without the other. The rest at least tried. I killed the boy from 3 and 4 in the beginning ad well as the girl from 10 and 1. I survived as well as I could in the arena with what I got at the Cornucopia. A back pack with two throwing knives, a canteen of water and a few packs of dried fruit.

Other than that I have been living in the forest around me. I have seen forests before have an idea on what's edible and what isn't. So I got a few berries down and have been feasting on them. I don't know how everyone else faired, but I don't care. They are dead and I'm alive with one person left to kill. I didn't want to play the Capitol's Game, but I prefer living than resting dead in the bottom of some box. I continue to trudge forward in what I think is the Cornucopia. I have a sword in my right hand and ax in the other. I got the ax from the District 7 boy and the sword I just found as I was walking. I don't know where it came from but I don't really care. I just kept walking forward. I pushed through the brush and trees. The greenery around me seems peaceful. You would never be able to tell 22 kids died around its leave in the past two weeks.

I keep walking until my eyes are suddenly blinded by a flash of light I take to be the clearing. I wait for my eyes to adjust and I see the gold light shining off the Cornucopia. Around it, twenty four pedestals were spread equidistant from its mouth that is just an empty shell of its former glory at the beginning of the Games. I can still picture its taunting and tempting mouth drawing us all in as we rose up in the first moments of the Games. Eleven kids died that day. I killed four of them myself. But I didn't regret it. It was survival of the fittest, and I needed to be the fittest if I were to win. And I was.

I continued to walk forward to investigate the Cornucopia for an extra weapon I could use. I was almost at the mouth when I heard the soft sound of a bow being pulled back to release an arrow. I sprinted for the safety of the horn when the twang hinted that I better duck down. I fell to the ground just as an arrow flew right over my head and deflected off the gold of the horn. I heard a moan of frustration but I just got back up and kept running. I heard the arrow coming again and I fell into the mouth and watched as the arrow soared by.

I drew in a breath of air and peaked my head around the mouth and saw her walking this way with a bow in her hand, a quiver of arrows on her back, and a few knives in her belt. She was slightly limping. It seems she got into another fight and didn't win easily. I saw the dried blood across her upper thigh and saw the black spot forming at the hole in her pants. Her wound got infected and need treated. If she wasn't here and this was the beginning, I don't think she would have lasted a week. But her gaze seems confident and her blonde hair is flying wildly around her face which gives her a beautiful intimidation. I don't care. She will die today.

I go to my back pack quickly and pull out my knives and sprint for the exit. With my knives in my hands I run right for her. I throw the first one right at her skull, hoping to catch her off guard but failed. She moves to the right and reloads her bow and fires and arrow at me. I keep running, but thinking I avoided it, she shoots another and It catches me in my left arm just below the elbow. I cry out in pain and look down to see the arrow has pierced right through the flesh and muscle to the other side. Blood is streaming out and onto the ground. I can feel my hands getting slicked up with blood. Good thing I'm right handed.

I pass the other knife to my right and throw it at her again, trying to lead her on, but she's too quick. She drops to the ground and shoots another arrow at me. It flies a little to far to the right and I don't even flinch as it flies by. The only way I can win this is if I can get into close proximity of her. She has only two arrows left and two knives that aren't built for throwing. I quickly formulate a plan that hopefully won't get me killed.

I start running right at her and pull my ax out of my belt. I give a loud scream and keep on running. She gets off the ground and calmly fires an arrow at me. I drop to the ground and roll. I can feel the wind of the arrow cut the air right next to my cheek. I avoid death by an inch.

I get back up and keep running and screaming. I get closer and watch as fear slowly sets in as I keep moving forward, she fires her last arrow and drops her bow and grabs her knives all within a second. I roll out of the way of the last arrow and throw my ax at her. I am completely aware that it is in no way shape or form built to be thrown, but I need to get it out of my hand in a useful way that will help me. As she is momentarily avoiding my ax that is sinking and plummeting to the ground pitifully, I have the time I need to pull out my sword the weapon I am best at. Unfortunately I only can use it with one hand, so we are an even advantage; her with two short distance knives, and me with my long ranged sword with one hand.

She makes the first move and runs at me and makes a swing low, inside my range. I try to jump back, but she manages to cut me along my chest. It's a shallow cut that doesn't hit anything vital, but I can feel the pain that I manage to swallow, eat away all of the adrenaline I have as a fresh new injury. I need to finish her quickly.

Seeing her window, she goes for the same attack again, but I do something that even surprises myself. Lacking the ability to use a sword in such close proximity, I grab the arrow in my arm and rip it out. I can feel every fiber of my being screaming against me but I persist and finish this. I grab it in a stabbing grip and bring the point down into her neck.

She is startled and is in a tremendous amount of pain as the wound is into her throat and I watch as her breathing becomes more haggard. Her lungs are filling with blood. I can't take watching her scream and flail as she knows her death is imminent. I grab my sword with both ands, and as hard as I can, ignoring all of the pain, I swing it down at her neck, effectively severing it from the rest of her body.

The cannon rings out. The last cannon of the Games. Its over I think, I can go home. The trumpets are blaring and I hear my name announced as being Victor. I am victorious. I don't know how I will feel in a few days, weeks, months, years, but I know that this hell on earth for me is over.

I am wrong. This is only just the beginning!