This is my first hunger games fan fiction and I am a huge fan of Johanna Mason. I feel like she does not get the right amount of script time in the books and I will be altering the story quite a bit. It is in her point of view so expect some explicit thoughts although I have tried to tone it down to make it more reader friendly. There is a little bit of Joniss as well as Johanna with a new character. I hope you enjoy and I own nothing of the Hunger Games. Although, it is an amazing story.

Chapter One: Victory

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the 71st Hunger Games, Johanna Mason." I heard Claudius Templesmith say. I stand up to wait for the hovercraft to appear and take my broken body away from this terrible place. I had just positioned my ax in someone's body but I could not bear to look at him. My arm was broken from our fight and hair was disheveled as I tried to pull it away from my face. There was not a single part of my body that was not somehow affected by these games. I guess my fellow tributes could say the same. How many had I killed? I didn't want to think about it. The hovercraft appeared out of nowhere, and it was nothing short of a sanctuary. Shortly after the claws make their decent to pick me up, I black out.

When I wake up, I know I am back at the Capitol and in the hospital. Everything is so clean and bright here. My senses are still so sharp from the games and I can feel the Avox's body to my right. However, they have me constrained to the bed. He must be moving me up because people are coming into view. She is the first person I see. Of course she is here, and it annoys me.

Holly Wood was my mentor and used to be my best friend. Now, however, she is just the perfect, precious love of the Capitol. I do not blame the Capitol for loving her. She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. However, her good nature and fame is not something I really like about her. Our friendship ended as soon as she came back from the games. Victors in our District are amazing because they bring a year of food, but they are nothing beyond that. Truthfully I was disgusted by her.

I took a few seconds to look her over before anyone spoke. Holly won the 66th Hunger Game at a young age of 12. She was strong and taller than most people in our district with the typical brown colored hair. However, it fell in long smooth waves and her eyes were always mystifying. They were a brilliant green that won over a lot of her sponsors during her games.

Everyone must have thought I was not quite awake because when I got out of my daze, they were all still staring. I cleared my throat and blinked once or twice waiting for someone to say something.

"Well played, Mason." She says to me with a wink. She is teasing me which makes me blush with frustration. Before the games started, I had refused to use her as a mentor because she knew I was bluffing with my pity act and she thought I was laying it on too thick.

"Give it a rest, Holly" Blight says as he comes out from behind her. He has a slight grin on his face as if he were a proud father. I mean after all he now has brought two victors back to our district in the past 5 years.

"So, I have my final interview and then we can get out of this hell hole?" I ask with a hoarse voice. They both look at me with annoyed expressions. Apparently I am not allowed to speak my mind in this place. I suppose the Capitol is listening in on our conversation though.

"Not quite, President Snow would like to have a personal word with you first." Holly says with a tone I cannot quite figure out. Is it sorrow or sympathy?

Within the next few hours, I am escorted by a couple of peacekeepers to President Snow's office. The room is darker than an office should be, and all of the furniture is made of a solid varnished oak. The carving is beautiful, and I knew it had to be the work of someone from my district. He is sitting there with a cup of tea and some of those delicate Capitol pastries. I notice the air smells strongly of roses which nearly make me gag. As I walk in, he gestures for me to take the seat across from him and relieves the peacekeepers to go wait outside. I had no idea that it was customary for the victors to meet the President after they won the games, but apparently it is. I guess it wouldn't be televised.

"Congratulations Ms. Mason on your wonderful victory." He begins. His breath smells like blood and I am debating on if the roses or the blood smell worse.

"Thank you." I respond as politely as I can muster even though the thought of putting an ax in his head is crossing my mind.

He must see the reaction on my face because he laughs lightly before saying, "I can tell that you're not really in the mood for small talk. Therefore, I will cut to the chase. Ms. Mason, you are a very desirable person in the Capitol. How you had everyone convinced that you were weak and then showed them your true self at the end, it was truly remarkable." He pauses before choosing the way he wants to word the next part. "For some, their desire is more than just to meet you. They want to have you."

"Have me?" I ask not quite wanting to believe what he is saying.

"Yes, I am going to sell you to the Capitol citizens. What they do is pay for a night of your presence while you are in the Capitol. I will allow you to keep 10% of the profits. These sales go towards funding the Hunger Games. So, you can see the importance in them. What do you think about that?" Snow finishes.

I was surprised I managed to keep a straight face. The words that I am shouting towards him in my head are not going to prove the point I want to make. So I answer by saying, "As appealing as your offer may seem to you, Mr. President. I am going to have to say no." The sarcasm when I say his name did not go unnoticed by him.

"Now, Johanna think about your families safety and your… love interest." He says and for some reason when he uses my first name I get really heated.

"I am declining your offer and you can go to hell." I got up and walked out of the musty room. I ran into the elevator, punched the 7, and the doors closed on the very curious peacekeepers.

As I moved up, I began to really think about what just happened. Did he really just ask me to be a slave to the Capitol people's desires? He won't really hurt my family. I am supposed to be safe. Didn't I just win the Hunger Games? I am guaranteed a life of luxury. Now I have to worry about the safety of the people I love. All of a sudden I remember Holly's expression. It was not sympathy; it was empathy.

The doors opened and Holly was sitting on the couch with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. Of course she was drunk. How old is she? 17? She looked up at me as I stomped towards her. I think it amused her, and it just infuriated me more.

"Want to tell me why I just had to deny that sick man? Did you agree to that?" I was working to keep my voices down. All of the Avoxes in the area were clearing out.

"You denied him?" She bolted up and sent the whiskey to the ground with a little plump. As she staggered, she fixed her eyes on me.

"Yes, who would agree to that?"

"People who actually care about the ones they love. Are you stupid, Johanna? He will kill every single person you care about." She seems to be worried for me but all I can think about is how she agreed to that. All of a sudden, I am repulsed by the beautiful figure in front of me. The knowledge of what she does gets to me.

"You disgust me." I said because I was never good at filtering my thoughts.

Her eyes widen in anger but her voice remains calm, "You have no idea what I have been through. The youngest victor since Finnick. How many perverted men took up the idea of claiming a 13 year old girl. You don't know what disgusting is." She paused for a second as if really thinking about what she was going to say next. "You should have died in the arena, and saved your family and our District a lot of misery." Ouch that hurt. She takes one last look at me before she grabs the whiskey bottle and heads to her room.

I let her words sink in for a minute and then leave to go to my own room. I do fear for my family and my district, but I cannot give up who I am. I already did that to stay alive in the games. I did not work so hard to preserve my life just to have it ripped right out from under me. No, tomorrow will be the interview with Caesar and then I can go home to my life. That is if it is still there for me…