A/N: I'm back, and I found out how to use these line thingies! Thingies isn't corrected by spell check? Weird. But anyways, here's what I have so far for this story. If you start reading this and have no idea who Aqua, Parker, Emberlynn, and Skittora are, I'd suggest reading 'The 80th Hunger Games: A Time For Revenge', as this is the sequel to it.

Chapter One:

I do not own the Hunger Games

Don't go, stay with the all unknown

Stay away from the hooks

All the chances we took

We're so close

To something better left unknown

I can feel it in my bones

I'm finally going home. Soon, anyway. Doctors take both Parker and I and knock us out for a long time, but I really have no clue how long. When I eventually come to, I can feel no pain. I look to my toe, which has been altered to make it the normal length. I kind of thought it would be cool to have some sort of scar from my experiences, but whatever. Around me I see the doctors leaving, with Skittora entering the pure white room. She looks proud. I don't see why she wouldn't be.

"It's time to get ready for your interview," Skittora informs me.

"Already?" I ask, "I thought they gave us time to recover?"

"They figured you didn't need it," Skittora answers. She's right. The only thing I have to recover from are the losses of my allies, but seriously, who cares about the rest? And I'd barely gotten hurt much in the arena, and what injuries I did have were completely taken care of.

Skittora, who has brought my outfit with her, is taking it out of the plastic sheet it's been placed inside of. Yet again, she looks anxious to dress me in it. As long as it's even half as awesome as the other one I had for my other interview, I'll be satisfied. She makes me close my eyes again as she slips my body into what feels like a full length gown.

She now tells me to open my eyes. In front of me, in the mirror, I see myself for the first time after the Games. I've got to admit, I probably look better now than I did in District Two. I may be somewhat skinnier, but I have perfect skin without any cuts or bruises. I can't say I like it. They even got rid of the scars I had before the Games even started, the ones that defined who I was. But on my perfect skin lies a perfect gown. It's shimmering, bright, and red at the top, band it gets darker as it goes to the bottom, until it turns pure black at the lowest point.

Phew. Again, she has given me a dress I actually like, which I still find to be weird. In front of me, she has my shoes. To my immense disappointment, they're heels. I guess I'll have to make a compromise, I mean, at least they're not pink or purple. And the color reminds me of Prim's spilt blood. But with my luck, I'm definitely going to fall onstage while desperately trying to walk in them, mainly because I've never actually worn heels before. I automatically despise it.

"It's time to go," Skittora says after I awkwardly place my feet in the horrid shoes. We stroll down the blank hallway until we finally get to the stage, from where I go down a flight of steps to a launch room much like the one I was in before going into the arena. I hear Caesar Flickerman announcing mine and Parker's oddly colored prep teams. I don't listen what he's saying and still have no clue as to what their names are. I never bothered to figure it out, because frankly, I didn't care, and I still don't. Next up is Emberlynn, who, to my surprise, is also dressed up. When I look to my left, Skittora has vanished and is strutting on the stage with Parker's stylist, who again, I don't know the name of.

Finally, I hear my name announced. Yet again, I'm rising on the pedestal, only this time I won't have to slaughter the people I see when I emerge at the top. At least I don't think I do, though the thought of sticking a knife into Caesar's windpipe is a pleasing one. Finally, I'm on the stage. I look to my left to see Parker on the stage too. I'm overcome with joy to see that President Snow hadn't killed him after I was knocked out, because it really seems like something he would do.

The audience is cheering for us so much I think I might go deaf. These people overreact over everything. Caesar tells us to sit in the lavish seats provided for each of us.

"Here you are Panem, Aqua and Parker, the victors of the Eightieth Annual Hunger Games!" Caesar announces, and the crowd goes even wilder. They look at us like we're the greatest thing they'd ever seen, not just two people that are good at killing, but I smile and laugh like I don't care. "But before we can get to the interview, here is a clip of the highlights of the Games!" The huge screen behind the three of us comes to life, starting with scenes from the Bloodbath. This'll be fun to watch from a different perspective.

I can hear the gong ring, and the tributes go running, some to the Cornucopia, and the rest away from the Cornucopia. It then goes to a close-up of the first death, Rayn's. I remember it like it was yesterday. I watch myself punch the twelve year old boy in the stomach and proceed to step on his throat. Good times. Then it goes through each other Bloodbath deaths, going from Hunter spearing Karlie, to Stingra stabbing Blaze, to Parker killing Edward, to Rosie throwing a knife at Alex, and then to me stabbing Asher. I never noticed that the only kills were made by me and my allies. Then it skips to a few moments later to when I lodge my axe into the way-to-trusting Bob's stomach. That kid was an idiot.

Now it goes to something I didn't see in full, Rayvenn killing Victoria. Rayvenn had chased her into the ditch, and cornered her in it, much like I did to her later. Victoria had a look of pure terror, and Rayvenn one of pure malevolence. Apparently Victoria didn't have much of a tolerance for pain, because she seemed like she was about to pass out when Rayvenn stabbed her shoulder. She continues to do the same thing, screaming at her in the process, until she jabs her knife into Victoria's neck, making her cannon go off. From there, we watch me, Rosie, Hunter, and Jack taunt Rayvenn, and eventually see me spear her with my trident.

The rest of the clips are pretty much the same thing, and I find that the only deaths I didn't personally witness were some at the Bloodbath, Hunter, and Tonya. The rest were nothing I hadn't seen before, but I've gotta say, it was way cooler in real life. I felt the blood spatter and saw the exact moment when the breath left their lungs. You can't imagine how exhilarating it feels. But watching Prim suffer again doesn't disappoint, that's one thing I don't mind watching for a second time.

"We're so glad to see you both again!" Caesar announces as the video fades away.

"As are we," Parker agrees. By now I'm getting the feeling that this interview will go just as well as the first one. In other words, this will be a complete disaster for me, but not necessarily Parker.

"And I just want to thank President Snow for letting us both win," I add. "I don't know why you made us an exception, but I'm sure pleased you did!" I need this to go well, and I don't care how much I have to suck up to the Capitol to make that happen.

Caesar blathers on about everything you could imagine for the rest of the interview, and all Parker and I have to do is listen for a pause in his voice to signal we should say something. Kill me now. I'm forced to talk about my feelings when I watched my allies die, about the first time I found Prim on the last day, and a bunch of other crap nobody actually cares about. I don't see what I did to deserve this, I won the Hunger Games, and this is how you repay me? I'd just love to go back to District Two and bathe in my glory with my friends and family.

"Aqua, is there anything else you want to say?" Caesar inquires. Oh no. I actually have to think of an answer that won't offend anyone, and we all know what happened last time that happened. But I think I might have something meaningful and honest to say for once.

"Yes, actually," I begin, "I want to thank my dead brother, Cato, for encouraging me to do this. Even when he was killed in the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, I knew he wouldn't want me to give up. He would've wanted me to avenge his death and win this once and for all."

The audience starts crying, which by now I think is pretty pathetic. Do these people seriously have nothing better to do than cry at sob stories that really aren't that sad? I'd guess not.

"I'm sure he would've, Aqua," Caesar comforts, and I, yet again, pretend to be sad. You wouldn't believe how complicated and aggravating this is. "Well everyone, give it up for Aqua Pyrette and Parker Brown!" The Capitol people cheer for us, so I get up right away and try to get out early, of course forgetting the dreaded heels I'm wearing. Don't you just love it when you fall onstage at the end of a performance? It's one of the best feelings you can get. I know that if I were in that audience watching someone trip on their shoes I'd be laughing my head off, but nuclear waste monsters out there gasp in shock and somehow actually care about my wellbeing. I mean, even I'm on the verge of laughter, as is Parker.

"You need help?" he manages to ask through chuckles.

"I hate to say it, but yes," I mumble, also through chuckles. I reach out my hand to his, and he pulls me up from the floor. I really hate my life right now, as humorous as this is. Remember how I said something awful would happen? Here you go. It's exactly what I expected… Well, not the exact same thing obviously, but the same idea.

We walk off of the stage together, though less quickly for one apparent reason. Once out of view, we both lose it and double over in laughter.

"I swear, if anyone tries to put me in heels again…"

"You must hate your stylist now."

"Yup…" We're both cracking up so much that those are the only words we can possibly utter. We also are too involved with the hilarity to notice an unamused Enobaria standing over us.

Focus, you two!" she shouts. "Do you not realize that you're about to leave for your crowning?" I can't speak for Parker, but I sure didn't.

We get to the stage moments later with President Snow is waiting for us with two separate crowns. He announces to the crowd our names and some other stuff I don't really listen to, then turns to Parker and I. He places the golden crowns onto each of our heads, which makes me feel even more powerful.

"Here you are, for the first time ever, the two Victors of the Eightieth Annual Hunger Games!" he ends, leaving the audience to scream our names in awe and clap frantically. I thought it would be a lot longer than that, but I'm not complaining.

When I go to Skittora, I give her my dress and apparently deadly shoes. She doesn't say anything to me, which believe me, I'm fine with. But by looking at her countenance I can tell she feels guilty for what happened. I know I sure blame it on her. In exchange for my interview ensemble, I get a pale blue t-shirt, gray pants, and black boots. She lets me go after I've changed, and I get to go on the train, back to District Two.

Get hot

Get too close to the flame

Wild, open space

Talk like an open book

Sign me up

'Gimme Sympathy' by Metric

A/N: gorrillaface345: If you are reading this, I know I said I'd use some things from the PM you sent me, but I'm saving it for the Victory Tour. Hope that's okay!

A/N Again: Also, if you're wondering what this story is going to be about, it's pretty much Aqua and Parker's lives as mentors. Believe me, it'll be much more awesome than it sounds. They will have some... Let's say... 'Interesting' tributes to mentor. And they will both have very different methods of mentoring. So yeah. R/R!