This is the Final Chapter. There might be a part two fanfiction if there are enough people interested. There definately will be an Epilogue. Thank you for the reviews. And I am really sorry sirius-remus-rosalie about Duncan's death, it just had to happen. So Enjoy the Last full on, Long-ass chapter.

Chapter 10- The Final Chapter...

"Please sir, I...I...did what you asked," the twelve year old boy was trembling on the screen. He was as white as a sheet. Snow wrinkled his nose up at the screen. He was in the game makers control room. It was deserted apart from him, and Plutarch Heavensbee. The boy was in the arena, talking to the secret Camera. He was filthy looking and his face had been wet with tears. Snow had watched the boy crying in a tree as he shot the arrow at the boy his daughter had been talking with. But the boy had cried harder at her song, it only reminded him of the atrocity. Once the boy had finished his pathetic snivelling he had made his way to the camera and adressed Snow.

"Indeed." Snow replied. The boy waited for him to say more, but he didn't.

"Sir, you promised me..." He hesitated, he didn't want to sound rude but he went ahead anyway, "you promised you would save me,"

Snow raised an eyebrow. He had promised the boy. "I promised I would save you from the games. From their horror." The boy couldn't see him, only hear him. "So yes, I will save you."

Snow strode to the big red button on the left and pressed it. The boy was engulfed in flames that shot up from the ground he screamed. As he flailed, all his eyes portrayed were a question;

Why?

Snow answered his inaudible thought aloud. "No one escapes from the Hunger Games."

With that, the boy was ashes. Snow was getting ready to leave the room, when Plutarch called him.

"Er, sir? You better see this,"

He indicated to the live air screen, showing what was being broadcasted to Panem. Scarlett stood up from the dead body of the boy and looked straight at the camera. It sent a shiver down his spine, like she was actually staring at him.

"I'm not playing anymore." She spoke, her voice echoing.

Snow shook his head in shame. She had become the next Mockingjay despite his best efforts to avoid that. History was repeating itself. He had to handle this now. He would not have another full blown Mockingjay Dilemma on his hands.

"Sir, what should we do."

Snow sighed, this would be a great loss, but he had to do what was right by Panem. "Kill her."

"What happened..."

Nevara is behind me. The dead rabbit in her hands has dropped. I know what she sees. I am standing next to a lake of blood, and no doubt I am covered in it. Duncan was taken in the hovercraft. Its just us left. I take my bag and start walking.

"Where are you going?" Nevara yells behind me. She is running to keep up with me.

"The end."

"What?" She is breatheless, I am taking long strides. "Scarlett slow down!"

I stop and whirl round to face her. "I can't slow down!" I scream. And here come the tears again. "I can slow down physically," I wipe the tears away with my sleeve only to wipe more away, I must be pulling a hideous face, I look ugly when I cry. "Its in here that I can't slow down," I point to my head, digging my nail into my forehead a little just to check that I can still feel. That I'm not a machine. Made by the Capitol.

"I don't understand Scarlett,"

"Listen to me, please listen." I know I'm scaring here. I've got that crazy look in my eyes. But I have an idea. "I have to take them down."

"Who?"

"The Capitol. And there's only one way to do that." I grab her by the shoulders, "I have to beat the system."

"And how do you suppose you do that? Well?"

"The end Nevara, there's always an end. This arena, it has to end somewhere. And if I find it, then...then..."

"Then what?"

"Then I'll have proved it. They have a weak spot. They can be defeated. I never had a chance of survivng. But if I die knowing that I found their weak spot then...I'll die happy." I search her face for any emotion. Does she think I'm crazy? Have I gone crazy?

"I'm in."

I'm not crazy. If she agreed, its because she understands me. "Then let's go."

It isn't until we have walked a few more meters that we run into five tributes. The career pack. You can tell just by the look of them.

"Well, well. Hey boss. Look who we got here." A ginger headed boy looks at us both like we are pieces of food to be devoured. Kairo. He is from 2, followed by Aira, also from 2. They are will Lila from 3 and Wolfie from 4. They part to allow the fifth person through. I should have known. "Xavier."

Of course he's the leader of the careers. This whole thing stinks of him.

"What should we do with them?" Aira asks.

"Nothing. They are not to be harmed. Take the mixed haired one. Let the blue one go."

I try summoning that strength I had before. But its scarpered. They clamp down on my arms and pull me along. I drag my feet and scream as I pull back.

"Let go of me!"

Nevara make a dash for me but Kairo grabs her and holds a knife to her throat. "Go quietly or she will die." He presses the knife closer to her. A small cut appears and the blade is a little wet with blood. Any deeper and she will be dead. "No!" I scream. "Don't killer her. I'll- I'll go quietly."

"Glad we came to an agreement." Xavier joins Kairo, he let's go of her but before she can attempt to run for me again Xavier smacks her head against the tree and she collapses. A canon is fired.

"NO! WHAT THE FUCK!"

Even the four behind me are shock stricken at his brutality.

"Let's go." He says. But I collapse to the floor. Unmoving, my legs numb underneath me. My voice comes out in ragged sobs. She's dead. Nevara is dead. Everyone I cared about here is dead. I want to keel over and die, but I'm not allowed to.

All I feel is the wind of the hovercraft appearing. I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to see her body being lifted. When I next open them a few seconds later, I am moving. Xavier scooped me up somewhere between my sobs and now we are making our way back to the Cornucopia. Its tradition for the Careers to set up camp there. I feel to weak to tell Xavier to let me go. I hate him. I hate him so much. How could he?

"Here." He says.

We are by a brooke. He sets me down gently besides it. From Aira's bag he fishes out some spare clothes and chucks them to me. He, Kairo and Wolfie leave the area and each take a section of the area, turn around and allow me to bathe. I could run. But I'm not going to. Because I am going to murder them all in their sleep. They ruint my chance of breaking free from the Capitol. Once I am done, I clothe myself with the clothes he gave. It is a relief to be out of the sticky clothes.

They all come back when I tell them I am done. It is afternoon now.

"Tie her up." Xavier commands.

"What? No!"

But despite my protests Wolfie ties my hands behind my back with my feet bound too.

So I am forced to sit while they build a fire and cook lunch. They hear several different sounds of people in the woods at several different times. Each time they return truimphant after a canon has sounded. It makes me sick. They receive joy from murder. Xavier has stayed at the camp to make sure I don't escape.

On the seventh time they all leave, leaving he and I at camp. The crackling of the fire can be heard in the deafening silence, until I finally break it.

"Why did you do it? Why did you kill her? I had surrendered."

He pours some soup into a mug and comes over to me. "I did it out of compassion. She was going to die without you there. Trust me, she's in a better place right now. Somewhere safe. She's probably looking over you now."

I scoff. "You're a jerk."

He lifts the soup up in a spoon and holds it out to me. "Here, eat this."

"No."

I refuse to eat a thing he gives me. He sets it back down. "I know you hate me right now. But I can live with that. I'm not sorry for what happened with Nevara. You'll forgive me eventually. Now here," he tries giving me the soup again.

"No." I purse my lips together, I will never take it willingly.

"You may be cute when you pout, but this isn't up for discussion."

He grabs my face and forces my mouth open. Practically shoving the spoon down my throat.

"I'm sorry." He says after letting go. "But you need to keep up your strength. The baby is still growing."

There is no stupid baby! He's doing it for the camera's. To make him seem more compassionate. Like hes feeding me because he loves me-

A huge pain its the side of my head. I topple over and my vision is blurry. I can just make out Xaviers blurred figure sitting ontop of me. He is saying something, but I can't hear him. I struggle to push him off, my arms barely strong enough to lift themselves. He pulls my left arm and I cannot see what is going on. A seering pain rips across it, and I realise.

He is killing me. Xavier is killing me. I have lost the Hunger Games. I am dead. I struggle then I become limp. Just as I lose my conciousness, I hear the canon sounding my death.