-Finnick:

I. Want. To. Die.
Yes I do, because that boy perhaps was the best person to walk on this planet. Because that boy just gave her permission to go on and marry and, well, have sex with someone else. And then to top that off he points out that I love her.
Yes I do, as a sister, that's all.
I look at the screen to see Rachel climbing a tree that's not too far in the woods. She's smart, she knows this is almost over. Everyone knows.

I glance to the other screen as I see the District Eleven boy and the District Two girl attack each other before sundown. It will be a gruesome fight, and it is. The boy has killed those who have fallen to him bare handedly. Snapped their necks.
I watch as he pins the girl, he has her in the deadly headlock.
I turn away, I've seen enough death for today.
Boom! Boom! Two cannons fire. Two! I turn to the screen, both the boy and girl are dead.
"what?" I spit out.
"she stabbed the back of his neck and as a last effort he snapped hers, they killed each other," Brutus explains.
"oh"

That night it shows the faces in the sky, it shows Rachel watching them on screen. I want to go piss on whoever has the idea of doing a close up on her when they show Peetas face. She immediately breaks down, uncontrollably crying into the blankets. I want to be there with her, hold her by me and tell her everything will be all right, but I can't. I have to stay here until she faces Cato, until she either dies or comes home. I don't have to wait long to find out.

-Rachel:

As the sun rises I eat the last of our food, I end this today, within the next three hours, there will be a victor. When I finish I also drink the rest of the water. I arm myself with my sword and Peetas knife. Because that's what will kill the bastard, I will make sure that it's Peetas knife that avenges his death.
I swing down from my tree, then walk into the meadow. No one is here, so I easily make it to the cornucopia. It's too quiet though, but not for long. I hear a yell as Cato rushes at me from inside the golden horn. I take out my sword. The bastard wastes no time at all when he thrusts his sword at me.
I don't even think of what I'm doing, I let the anger take over me. I do this for Peeta. I don't even have to think about my moves. Because the arena makes you loose your humanity, it makes you an animal, if you let it. Like I'm letting it do right now.
I easily deflect Catos sword with my own. I whack at his feet and instinctively duck because I know he's going for my head. I hear the sword slice the air.
We fight for what seems like forever, until finally I swing my sword with such force that Catos sword flies out of his hand. I can hear it as it lands, leaving a defenseless Cato before me. The tip of my sword resting at his throat.
"do it already, kill me" he mocks.
"it's not my life to take" I say as I get closer, hiding Peetas knife in my left hand.
"really? Your the only one here besides me," he continues.
"it's his to take," I say as I'm right in front of his face. I jab the knife into Catos abdomen. He curls over, I can see the back of his neck. I take out the knife and drive it through the back of Catos neck, I don't kill him though, just enough so he can die slowly, that is, unless I take out the knife.
"Cato, I could be a faggot like you, let you die nice and slowly for our nation. But I won't do that, because I'm not you, because Peeta wasn't you, so how about we do this the nice way?" I mock him in his pain.
He makes a strange sound, "that's what I thought too" I tell him, I pull the knife out of his neck.
Boom!
I have won the Hunger Games.