Hi everyone! Sorry for the late update, I've just been busy! Well anyway, this is the very last chapter! Thanks to all of you so much who have read, reviewed, and favorited my very first fanfiction! I love you guys!

Just a warning: this chapter will probably be very different from what happened in the book…obviously.

Oh, and P.S. : The end scene was a little grotesque. Sorry bout that. ;)

I might make another story about their lives after the Games, but only if you want it! Please tell me if you do! Merry Christmas and thank you all again!

Clove

We started walking at what must have been the butt crack of dawn, but we're just now getting close to the Cornucopia and it's late afternoon. We weren't planning on heading straight there, but we kind of got the hint around noon when all the lakes dried up. Thank God we had some water in our canteens left, but by now they're bone dry and I just want to get to the lake and drink.

"We're getting out of here today, Clove." Cato says to me for the millionth time. I cough and nod feebly. I haven't been feeling so hot the past few days, but now I'm starting to feel pretty sick. But I just think of the horrible end Katniss and Peeta will have and I feel remarkably better.

Anyway, Cato's been giving these mini pep-talks every now and then throughout the day, and I'm pretty sure he's talking to himself more than he is to me. But I just ignore it. I don't need any pep-talks, I'm killing these bastards and then going home. Simple as that.

Finally we see the glint of sun on the Cornucopia in the not-so-far distance. Cato just about barrels through but I but a hand in front of him to stop. "What?" he asks me.

"Wait. We have to see if they're there yet."

I tip-toe quietly to an opening in the trees. Sitting next to the lake, drinking out of canteens, are Katniss and Peeta. I smile to myself and turn around to Cato. When he sees my smile, he smiles, too.

"Ready to kick some District Twelve ass?" I ask him.

"Oh, I was born ready."

Since I'm always one to make a dramatic entrance, I quietly run a few feet through the trees so I'm closer to them. I then take out one of my dull knives, one I won't need later and one they wouldn't be able to harm us with, and throw it so that it lands right in front of Katniss's feet. She jumps slightly, then her grey eyes widen. She leans over and whispers to Peeta, eyes wide and alert. I watch her gaze sweep over the plain until they finally land on me, looking smug in the trees.

Katniss stands up and grabs her bow, wasting no time in shooting. But I'm so far away from her that I see exactly where it's going and I have time to step away. She keeps the bow to her shoulder, but doesn't fire. I step out, smile still upon my face. As I reach for two knives I realize I don't hear Cato behind me—which is perfect. We have this all planned out—Cato will come out later, possibly at a different place, just to give the illusion I'm alone.

"Hey, Fire Bitch." I grin at her as I walk lazily out onto the plain. I nod to Peeta. "Lover Boy."

Lover Boy stands up at the mention of his name, but he winces, his hand going to his leg, but then he stops. I narrow my eyes and look him over, observing. Then I see the blood-soaked bandage around his thigh.

"Ah, so you really did survive that cut. It's a shame, though; your girlfriend here would probably be better off without you." I'm only saying this to beat down his self-confidence, of course, but I really mean it. Weaponless and wimpy, Katniss would probably have a better chance without that gimp dragging her down. Not that I'm complaining about it.

Katniss doesn't say anything, just keeps her eyes locked on me.

"See what I mean, Peeta? She's not denying it. You're just dead weight to her. You would be dead by now if they didn't make the new rule; she just doesn't want to look like a monster by killing her own district partner. Right, Katniss?"

Katniss's face fills with fury and she shoots another arrow. This time it comes dangerously close to me, but I hold up my knife to block it. Then I look at Katniss, smiling, and prepare to throw my knife. Keeping my eyes on Katniss, I throw the knife, but towards Peeta's foot. It lands right on target and Peeta yelps out in pain.

This was also part of our plan—kill Peeta first to break down Katniss.

Katniss's head whips around to see how badly Peeta is hurt, and that's when I take my chance. I throw my knife at her right shoulder, right where she rests her bow. It hits its target perfectly. Katniss turns to look at me again, hatred in her eyes. Ha-ha. Now she won't be able to rest her bow there without being uncomfortable.

Katniss takes a few steps toward me, but her bow is down so I don't keep my weapon up, either. She stares at me for a moment. "How are you so cruel?" she finally asks. Just hearing her voice fills me with disgust. But still, I smile sarcastically back at her.

Behind her, and then behind Peeta, I see Cato sneaking out of the trees. He nods to me. I nod back, and before Katniss even has the chance to turn around I lunge forward and tackle her. I wrap my arms around her tightly from behind, and even though my broken arm is absolutely killing me I ignore it and manage to keep a hold on her while I bring a knife to her throat. I have my left arm wrapped tightly around both of hers, holding her to me, and my right is holding a shiny new knife right up against her throat.

"Come on," I say, shoving my knee into her back to urge her forward, "let's enjoy the show." I smile.

Cato

Peeta has now seen me, but he's helpless. So helpless, without any weapons, that he just stands there. Looks like he knew it was coming. "Hey, Lover Boy." I greet him with a grin. You would almost think we were old friends if you didn't see the fear in Peeta's eyes and the pure evil that I knew was in my own. "We warned you that there would be consequences if you left." I said. Then I reached out and slice him on the arm with my sword. Peeta jumps back once, but I just smile.

I reach out and slice him two more times, in the stomach and other arm, these ones a little deeper then the first. Blood starts pouring from Peeta's stomach and it looks like he's refraining from yelling out, probably for Katniss's sake.

"Peeta!" Katniss calls out weakly. I look over and see Katniss thrashing, trying to get out of Clove's grasp, but Clove has a tight lock on her. I've got plenty of time to finish Peeta.

But although I enjoy the sense of power I'm having now, it's bothering me a little that Peeta's reactions aren't as…loud as I'd like. Time to bring out the big guns, I guess. I put my sword into my belt and then take out my spear. With only as much force as it would take to knock down my little sister, I push Peeta to the ground, then place my foot on his chest. I prod him with my spear a few times, and all he does is wince. Doesn't try to fight back at all.

"Come on, Lover Boy." I say to him. "Die with some dignity! For your girlfriend, at least."

Peeta frowns, then takes a deep breath. "Katniss?"

I look over to where Katniss and Clove stand, not too far away. Katniss is now standing still, staring at Peeta, tears in her eyes. "Yes, Peeta?" she asks so quietly I can barely hear her. Clove is staring at the two, looking interested.

"Remember what I said to you on the roof?"

"Of course." Katniss is leaning forward, hanging on Peeta's words like their her life line.

I stab my spear through Peeta's stomach.

Peeta takes a sharp intake of breath and coughs a few times, but he turns to Katniss anyway. "Don't forget what I said. Do what you have to do, but—"

I pull the spear out.

"Don't…lose yourself."

I bring the spear down again in his chest.

Peeta coughs up blood. All around him is blood, blood, blood. Panem's newest to-be-golden boy, a bloody mess under my own boot.

It feels pretty damn good.

His cannon fires.

"NO!" Katniss screams, a gorilla-like, strangled cry. Her teary expression replaced by one of fury. She breaks free of Clove's hold and Clove lets her. Katniss runs to Peeta's side, kneeling next to his lifeless body. Her hands flutter over the wounds, as if she's trying to repair him. But the hovercraft appears. She doesn't let go of him.

Clove is suddenly next to me. "Aw, how sad." She says with fake sympathy. I look to her and smile, and she smiles back. That's when I grip Katniss's shoulders and pull her backward onto the ground. She squints, trying to regain the breath that I just knocked out of her. I drag her a few feet away as the hovercraft comes and brings Peeta's body up into the sky.

Katniss kicks at me but I step away, then look at Clove and gesture to Katniss.

Clove puts a hand on her heart. "Really?"

"Go for it." I say. "All I want is the final stab."

Clove smiles at me and kneels on top of Katniss. "Now. Where were we?"

Clove

Katniss stares up at me with fury. I have to admit, that look would be pretty intimidating if I were someone other than myself. I just smile down at her, much like

before. It's already getting dark, I wonder if the Gamemakers are doing it on purpose. I entertain myself and go all out. Not just for the torture of Katniss, but just to spite her and her sister, who thought they could steal the show with their family love and crap. I also did it for Cato, for Patch, for everyone back home. For Puck—he'll be so proud of me when I get back. And even for my parents, I know that if they're watching me, they'll be proud, too.

I make designs on her arms, on her face. Swirls and stripes and everything I can think of. I cut flames on her stomach. Ha-ha, I'm so clever. Cato sits about two feet away, watching me intently.

By the time I'm done, Katniss is too cut up to talk. It's dark, night has fallen, and cold. But I had barely noticed the cold. I finally stand up and brush myself off.

"Your turn." I tell Cato.

Cato laughs. "'Bout time!" he crosses over to Katniss and looks at her for a little bit, his spear raised. Then he whispers something, so quietly I can barely hear, "Katniss, the Girl on Fire." He stares right into Katniss's eyes for what seems like forever. Then, he drops his spear.

What is he doing?

"Clove, let me see your knife. The new one."

I frown, but take out the golden knife, which I never got to use. I hand it to him, perplexed.

"We've already made this one of the best shows in history," Cato says, "why not make it better?"

He smirks at me as he presses the button that triggers the flame thrower.

All of a sudden Katniss's body bursts into flames, stunning orange and yellow flames that dance into the darkened sky. I smile to myself. The Gamemakers will have a hard time collecting her body.

"All hail Katniss, the girl who was on fire!" I shout mockingly into the sky, and just after I do her cannon fires.

The sound of trumpets fills the air. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please meet your Victors of the seventy-forth annual Hunger Games, Cato and Clove from District Two!" Ceaser Flickerman's voice booms out from the sky. "Congratulations!"

I smile at Cato and he smiles at me, and then I step forward and throw my arms around him.

"We did it." He says in my ear.

But I just smirk and say, "Told you I would win."

Cato laughs and we turn to the hovercraft that has now landed on the plain. As we step onto the ladder, I look around the arena one more time. But this time it doesn't look horrible and challenging, it looks like…a peaceful place. With a bonfire. Maybe it's because I'm looking at it for the first time as a victor.

I am the victor of the seventy-fourth Hunger Games.

Take that, District Twelve.