So the winner is going to be revealed in this chapter- but this is NOT THE LAST CHAPTER! Please review and tell me if you are happy with the results. This is partly in a Capitol Lady's POV because, well I think that it will be better like this!

Capitol Lady's POV

The large vulture mutts, Fire Reapers is their proper name of course, circle around the two remaining tributes, the "caw" as they tease them with fake attacks. I know the true purpose of the Fire Reapers, but I'm guessing the tributes don't. The mutts continue to circle around their prey until Emaline and Aimee are forced together again, both with determined looks on their sorrowful faces. They were allies, they don't want to kill each other, but they want to win more than that. The Fire Reapers start to flame. That is their purpose- to enclose a fire around tributes so there is no escape from battle. The desert sand keeps the fire from spreading. The mutts' bodies circle around the tributes as they drop from the sky. Aimee and Emaline look at each other, with a new feature on their faces- hope. They both hope they will win. They both hope the other will give up and throw themselves into the flames. They both want the easy way out, no they want the second easiest way out- the first would be to commit suicide.

Aimee Drayton's POV

Emaline's flamed eyes bore into mine. My red hair matches the dangerous fire surrounding us. This is it. One of us is about to die. The other is about to kill. I take a deep breath and grip my bow and arrows. I'm not about to die, I'm about to kill. Emaline moves towards me. She has a knife ready and aimed at me. I take aim too, but as I am doing so she throws the knife at me. I drop my bow and try to dodge it, but it hits my shoulder. Pain spreads onto my leg as she successfully throws another at me. I take the knife out of me and throw it at the Girl from Two. She ducks as it soars above her. I missed, but I have another knife that I throw at her head. She tries to dodge it, but it lands lodged into her shoulder too. She shudders with pain. I reach down to grab my bow, but it isn't there. I look into the fire and see it, burning. It must have slid down a desert dune into the fire. Emaline must see it too because she smirks at me and closes in. She has three knives left. She throws one at me and I finally dodge it. Her next one hits my leg in the same spot as last time. I cry out in pain, but stand ready.

Emaline Scarlett Quincy's POV

You can do this. You have a weapon. Aimee doesn't. I tell myself. I walk closer to Aimee to get a better aim at her. She starts to run at me full speed. Stupid girl. I shake my head and take aim once again, sure that this time I will hit a fatal spot. I throw the silver knife at the Girl from Three. It hits her- in the stomach! Yes! This is it. Now I just have to wait for her to die. I instantly relax and wait for the cannon. I close my eyes for a second, thinking of home. I jolt as something knocks me onto the ground. When I open my eyes I see Aimee, with blood covering her stomach on top of me. She takes the knife out of herself and squeaks in pain. She closes her eyes. She has me pinned down. One of us is about to die. I don't have any knives left.

"Emaline, I'm sorry. I don't want to do this," Aimee shudders.

"Then don't do it Aimee! Save me, please," she shakes her head slightly.

"I have to." She keeps her eyes closed and grips my knife. She drives it into my neck. Blinding pain fills me.

I feel wet tears fall from Aimee as my eyes shut and I drift off to sleep.

Aimee Drayton's POV

Emaline's cannon goes off as tears fall from my eyes. I did it! I won! But why am I not happy? Why are my eyes shutting automatically? I can't die now! I zone out as Indigo starts,

"Congratulations Aimee Drayton of District Three! You are the newest victor of the Hunger Games! The- Oh goodness medics get out there!"

Remember- it's not over yet! Sorry this is short!