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I do not own anything besides Hannah and Louis

I do not own anything besides Hannah and Louis

"The Capitol has been in quite a stir wit three victors!" Flavius exclaimed while brushing my hair. Well, more like yanking.

"Ooh! Not to forget the cut off!" Venia cut in.

"Cut off? What cut off?" I spoke up for the first time ever since I entered the room.

"Haven't you heard? When they saw you start to move in the background, they automatically cut the screen off. No one knows what happened next! Except the gamemakers and Snow of course," Octavia blew on my nails, "Everyone just knows that there are 3 victors."

I breathed a sigh of relief. No one knew.

"I can't wait to see what Cinna has planned!" Flavius began to straighten my hair. Isn't my hair already straight?

"You mean you don't know?" I asked. The prep team always knew. That's how they were able to match my hair and nails.

"No, Cinna told us it would be a surprise!" Squealed Octavia.

"Oh," I commented.

"I pray it won't be strapless." I thought aloud.

"I'm praying it will!" Venia smiled back. I chuckled.

"Well you won't have to wait much longer." A voice became louder along with his footsteps.

"Cinna," I said while running to give him a hug, "I haven't seen you in ages."

"Out, everyone out." Cinna ordered. My prep team scuffled out the double doors eagerly.

"Welcome back." Cinna said, smiling.

"Well it sucks to be back." I retorted and he laughed.

"I have your dress for you." As always, the dress was concealed behind the black of the bag it was in. His eager hand ran down the center, unzipping the bag.

"I swear there better be straps behind it." I said while smiling, "It's beautiful."

"I thought you'd might like it, even considering that it's strapless." He replied.

The dress was a blush colored dress with a feminine bodice covered in rosettes and the full, frothy skirt.

"What's this on the back?" I asked Cinna, staring at the sewn on heart that was right next to the zipper on the back.

"That was a part from Dimitri's shirt during the Games." He confessed.

"Thank you." I gave him another hug before the beautiful gown was placed into my hands.

"Now go get dressed. The crowd is waiting for , wait-" I whipped my head around to face my stylist, my friend, "I almost forgot to give you something. Here."

He placed a white box in my hands, "Open it."

He gave me one final nudge before I removed the lid. I gaped at the inside, "What is this?"

Inside the white box was a necklace and in silver, cursive print read the words: Time Makes You Bolder. Children Get Older, And I'm Getting Older Too.

"What's this for?" I repeated.

"Happy birthday, Hannah." He kissed my forehead before walking out the doors.

Walking out doors. Funny, that's how everyone leaves me.

I quickly snap out of my thoughts and pull my dress up until it rest perfectly on my body.

Well as perfect as it will ever get. I stare at my reflection. My face isn't caked with makeup, thank goodness.

They gave me a natural look?

Odd.

"Well let's give them a show." I mumbled to myself walking out the doors that Cinna and my prep team went through minutes ago.

"There you are!" Cinna exclaimed. Did I really take that long?

"The interviews are starting up very soon." Peeta had a worried look on his face.

"Don't sweat it. It'll be fine. Everything will be fine" I coaxed, but I barely believed myself. Could I really handle watching a bunch of kids- kids for crying out loud- be killed.

No. I couldn't.

"Show time." Katniss nudged me. I watched the screen showcasing Ceaser Flickerman with his bright purple hair and magenta suit. The Capitol and their stupid 'fashion.'

"Ladies and Gentlemen, one of our three victors, Hannah Morris!" I heard the crowd scream my name. I felt my wobbly feet go numb underneath me. Just get to the chair, and it will all be fine.

"Welcome back, Hannah! It's a pleasure to interview you again. Then again, it's a pleasure just to see you still alive!" Ceaser smiled and I sat down on the couch for three.

The crowd erupted into a fit of giggles, and I had to force one out. I fought back an eye roll. How was I supposed to reply? Am I over thinking this? Why am I over thinking this? It's just a stupid interview. A stupid interview being broadcasted all over Panem. Now I am over thinking this. Breathe, Hannah, just breathe.

"So tell me, how do you feel about having three victors?" He emphasized the word 'three.'

"I'm still surprised anyone made it out alive. Louis was already half dead. If he laid there for one more second he'd be gone. Cato was about to die of blood loss, and I- well I was still shocked I was reaped." I said.

The audience laughed for like the, what? Millionth time?

"Well, let's just see what Cato Walker has to say about that. Cato!" Ceaser called from the other side of the stage.

A cocky, smirking Cato walked- no strutted- onto stage wearing a black suit. I rolled my eyes at his presence, but no one seemed to care because he was Cato Walker; the ruthless killing machine from District 2.

"So what do you think about what Hannah said?" Ceaser inquired.

"I never go down without a fight" He smirked. So cocky.

"Now, what do you think about having three victors?"

This ought to be good.

"Luck. It was luck that helped Louis survived and it was luck that a rat from District 12 survived, barely hanging on" His smirk never leaving its place.

"Oh! So when your face was bleeding me on my period, your life wasn't hanging by a thread?" I retorted, obviously knowing the answer.

"I was raised-" He started.

"Cut the crap. You can be raised all your life for the Games, but all that matters is when it comes down to the final two. That person across from you will be one step closer to home, and so will you. So do you honestly think that being raised all your life will help you? Weaponless? With someone five times bigger than you?" I interrupted.

"Well yes. I could plunge a sword into his heart" Cato replied.

"Obviously because you have no weapons in hand, you idiot. I said weaponless, Helen Keller." I spat at him.

"Okay, guys." Caesar tried to stop us.

"I wouldn't act so tough, 12." Cato ignored Caesar.

"I agree Caesar, for Cato's sake." I smirked.

"How about a lovely recap of our 76th Hunger Games!" Caesar said it more like a statement than an answer. I scooted away from Cato, praying that his animal instincts won't rub off on me.

"Scared?" he taunted.

"To get rabies, yeah." I snapped. My gaze was fixed on the screen. Once the first cannon went off, I couldn't watch.

Blood was everywhere.

Bodies everywhere.

"Can't handle a little entertainment?" I heard Cato ask. I gritted my teeth.

"You call this entertainment? You call killing innocent children entertainment? You're a sick bastard." I told him.

"Because I killed a few people? What about Louis?" He was taunting me, and pushing me over the edge, and he knew it.

"Caesar" I waited until I had his full attention, but I didn't realize I had the audience's too.

"Yes?"

"Where's Louis?" I inquired. I haven't seen him since the arena, and I really want to.

"You haven't heard?" His voice was barely audible.

I gripped my dress, preparing for everything. But why should I? He's alive.

"Heard what?" I was starting to get worried. He was alive. I know that for sure. Peeta and Katniss wouldn't lie to my face, right?

"Heard what?" I repeated. The multi-colored audience leaned in to hear what he was saying.

"Louis, he's dead." Caesar choked out. The audience gasped, and some even began to cry. And then I swear to god, I was about to join him.

Ooh, cliffy! Just when you thought he was alive. I have the second part to this in my brain, but I thought it would be fun to leave a cliffhanger. Review!

Mockingjay425: I had to reply to your question. I just had to. I cannot elaborate on how much Dimitri's death is so important. You'll find out soon enough though.