*Starts to cry* Here is the last chapter of the story. I am so sad it's about to be over. But I hope you enjoy this one last part.

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District 2 Vigilance Peregrine's POV

The sound of screaming rings in my ear. Storm is yelling out Mimi's name even though it is hopeless. I am surprised he is not under the fence by now, but I turn to see Season desperately holding him back. Tears are running down her cheeks as well.

Zander removes the spear from Mimi's neck and laughs. Soon enough, all the others have joined in. Then we all watch as the mutants give one final howl, then they along with the table and fence disintegrate. All their ashes blowing away.

I hear Season give a moan of pain. I turn to see Storm is out of her grasp. Now, he is sprinting across the circle, taking the dead Mimi in his arms. Season in right behind him and puts and hand on his shoulder.

I never knew Mimi that well, but she seemed like a better person than a lot of the tributes here. I walk over and stand over Storm and Season, grieving the girl's death.

Two cannons boom for Mimi and the girl from 3. That means we are the only four left to play. I know the audience wants a show.

I find Elena, lounging at the opening of the Cornucopia. This has always been just an easy game for her. She has always just been one step ahead of us all.

She sees me looking at her and shoots me a smirk. That same, cocky smirk of hers. It's always there, even when she isn't smiling. It's in her eyes. She always knows she is going to come out victorious.

Storm and Season are still sobbing behind me over Mimi. I see the hovercraft coming to pick up Leita and after, Mimi.

Season manages to drag Storm away from Mimi's body long enough for her to be picked up. Elena is looking at me again, daring me to ruin her plans of winning.

I tighten my grip on my spear. I take another look at Season and Storm. Neither of them had the guts to kill her right now. It was obvious.

I give Elena a long glare. She raises an eyebrow, knowing my next move. And I don't care if she does. One way or another we are both going to die. But she is going down first.

I charge. I hear Season screaming at me to stop, but she isn't trying to stop me. I take a peek back to see Storm is holding her back, urging me with his eyes to go.

I guess he knows this is how it is supposed to be. Season was going to win without me whether she liked it or not.

We are both charging at each other, head on. Elena's eyes are determined to kill. I keep my spear pointed straight at her heart, never wavering.

The collision was monumental. The force knocked us both on to our backs. Neither of us was hit either. I hear her panting and I know she must have hurt something. I want to regain my feet and kill her once and for all.

For Season. For Storm. For everyone she has hurt. And for Eris.

But I can't. It is if my legs have become paralyzed, unable to even wiggle a toe. I hear Elena getting back on her feet and I hear Season screaming for me to get up.

It's over, Season. I lost.

This is what I wanted since I got entered into these stupid Games, isn't it? And I still do want to die. I just don't want to die at the hands of this witch.

"Gave me a run for my money," Elena says her tone airy. She still sounded like she was in pain. It is on her face when she appears above me. But she still has the smirk. "I expected you to move."

"You need to learn not to expect things so much," I tell her.

"I'll remember that when I get out of the arena," she says to me. I see the axe and I see her swing it like a child's toy. How could she always appear to be so careless? Elena really is a Class A con artist.

"You won't," I sneer.

"What, you think the two cry babies over there can take me? You were my only enemy at this point. And now, you're about to be dead," she tells me with more seriousness.

"I'm not scared of death."

"You should be," she says, the smirk growing larger. "I hear I make it pretty painful. So, have anything you want to say? Any regrets?"

"The only regret I have is not killing you."

"No one can kill me now," she says, her smirk becoming more seriousness. "I only wish you could hear the trumpets play when I am announced victor."

"You only have to kill one more person. Who's it going to be?" I ask for the heck of it. I don't know who she likes personally, but I secretly hope she will let Season live.

"Oh, please. The Hunger Games can only be one by one person in my book. Those two better be saying their last good-byes," she hisses. "So, nothing else you would like to add."

"If you do get out of here alive, I hope your life is miserable," I say to her, putting on one last look of disgust.

"Noted," she says. "I'll remember that when I'm living the good life in Victor Village."

Elena raises the axe, stifles a yawn, and brings it down to my chest. I hear the screaming. But it is not my own. Because I am happier than I ever have been. My last hope is that Season gets her act together and finishes what I started.

District 7 Elena Lovitz's POV

BOOM

One down, only two more to go. I look down at Lance's body and shake my head. There had been way too many idiots in these Games.

I am just pulling my axe out of his chest when I am slammed to the ground. Season looks like a maniac, knife in hand and face rose red. The knife would have killed my right on the spot, but she doesn't want to make this easy. Instead she is throwing wild punches at my face. I manage to dodge some, but I can't predict where they will all land. I taste the first bit of blood in my mouth, feeling my rage bubble up inside of me. I was not going to let this girl beat me.

I use my legs and forcefully kick her off of me. She rolls to the side of me and in the next second, she is the one pinned to the ground. I try to reach for my axe to finish the girl off, but I can't get a hold of it. Grabbing for the axe ends up being a huge mistake when Season kicks me off of her.

The whole thing goes by in one awful blur. This is a full on fight to the death, fists and feet flying everywhere. A hair pull here, a bloody nose there, this is what the Capitol wants to see. But if only I had my axe I could finish Season off for real.

My nose begins running blood into my mouth and my neck feels like it's going to give at any moment. Seasons eye is already turn black and her lip is cracked in at least three different places.

I am running out of options to kill her. Finally I manage to pin her down again. There are no rocks around so I do the logical thing. I throw a blow to her temple.

She screams in what must be agonizing pain. All the fight is draining out of her. I scramble up to grab my axe. I take another look at Season, holding her head in her hands. It would be way too easy to finish her off. I want to save my axe for the final blow.

She could die of a head injury or drown in her own blood for all I care. I only have one more person standing in the way of my victory.

I look across the circle at Storm Loret. I don't even bother sprinting at him; instead I just walk leisurely towards him.

His eyes go wide in panic and fear. I see him desperately searching for a weapon, anything to put a dent in me. I laugh, knowing he won't find anything.

Then, his eyes land on something. A long spear that was casually thrown in the grass. It must be his. I watch as he inches towards it, ready to dive at any moment

Let him dive.

I use up most of my remaining energy to lunge at him. At the same time, he dives for the spear.

I miss by a mile. My axe embeds in the earth, not in Storm Loret. But he missed the spear. He was lying on his back, out of breath. I begin to think this boy was weaker than I thought, but then I see the rock. He must have landed on it.

I shake my head yet again and remove my axe from where it landed in the ground. I stand up and dust myself off, taking all the time in the world. Storm wasn't going anywhere. I stand over him like I have done to all my other victims.

"Storm Loret, I realized I have never really met you. What a shame."

He grimaces at the sound of my voice. "I didn't want to know you," he says shakily.

"I wouldn't be rude to the person who is about to kill you," I scold. "They might make it painfully slow."

"Why do you enjoy this so much?" he asks.

I laugh at the stupid question. "Why do I enjoy winning so much? Well, not only do I get to keep my life, I get to go back to a life of luxury."

"Let me rephrase my question. Why do you like killing so much?"

This question stops me for a minute. It is not that I like to kill in general, I kill to survive. But now, I realize that I have come to take pride in my killing. Have I gone insane?

I immediately shake the thought away. I, Elena Lovitz, going insane? It was practically unthinkable. "I enjoy winning. Anymore stupid questions?"

"You enjoy winning which means you enjoy watching other people die," he says logically.

My anger is flaring up again. "I don't enjoy it. I'm sorry that not all people cry when someone they barely know dies."

I see I have got him fuming now to. "At least I knew enough about them to care. You just would slit their throat, not bothering to care that they may have a family or not."

"You think I don't have a family? Caring does not get you back to your family. Caring doesn't let you win," I yell.

"It really all about winning to you isn't it?" he says, looking at me like I was the most despicable thing he has ever seen.

"I can see it's not for you. And that is what get's you killed," I say, regaining my cool. "So, lover boy, ready to die?"

I hear him mutter something under his breath. I laugh at him and his stupidity.

"Good, because I am ready to win." I raise up my axe for the winning blow.

The hand clamps down on my shoulder and the knife stabs me in the back. Then it stabs me again. And again. And again.

"Sorry, Elena," Season snarls. "You lose."

District 12 Storm Loret's POV

I scramble to my feet, still afraid that Elena could still bring down the axe. I watch as Season let's Elena slide to the ground. The cannon doesn't boom so she still must be holding on. She always was a fighter.

I look at Season with the Elena's blood on her hands, her own blood on her face, and the tears cascading down her cheeks. I hold out my arms and she doesn't hesitate to walk into them.

We both know what will come next. Elena's cannon will sound and Claudius will revoke the new rule yet again. We had to beat him to it.

"Season," I whisper in her ear. "When Elena's cannon sounds you have to kill me. We can't let the Gamemakers trick us."

I feel Season shake her head. "No, I can't." I hear her mumble I can't a few more times to herself.

"Season, listen…"

BOOM

Elena must have slipped away. No matter how hard you tried not to, you have to admire Elena. She played the game better than anyone else could have. But she made one tiny mistake and it cost her everything.

Season is holding on to my tighter, reinforcing the idea that she is not going to kill me. I don't have any weapons to kill myself, so we just have to wait.

The trumpets blare around us and Claudius's voice enters the arena.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you, your newest victors, Season Vitale and Storm Loret. I give you the tributes of Districts 2 and 12!"

The audience cheers are heard all across the arena. Season and I finally break apart and look at one another.

We had just won the Hunger Games.

District 2 Victor Season Vitale's POV

Screaming, that's all I could hear for what feels like days. But I welcome the screaming. It tells me that I'm alive.

I finally feel that I am all the way awake on what must be the third day I have been asleep. It could be more or less, but I haven't counted.

The sunlight leaks into my eyelids. I don't want to open my eyes instead I bury them into my pillow.

Pillow.

Yes indeed, I feel a soft pillow under me. I don't open my eyes, but I move my hands around. I feel a soft comforter, satin sheets, a warm night dress, and a canopy's curtains. I finally flick open my eyes and see my bedroom in the Training Center.

I had made it out alive. I was officially a victor.

I slip out of bed on to the soft rug, my toes warming with delight. Having to where those boots for so long wasn't very comfy.

I don't bother changing; instead I just walk out my bedroom door. I enter the dining room of the District 2 floor.

My mentors, Brutus and Enobaria, my stylist, Amos, and Elle are all waiting for me. Brutus pats me on the head and grumbles congratulations. Enobaria gives me a kiss on the forehead. Elle hugs me tight, saying she always knew it would be me. Finally Amos gives me a fleeting hug before whisking me away back to my room.

Oh, I have to watch the Games recap tonight. What fun.

The prepping takes hours. It is full of chirpy comments about my prep teams' dreary lives. They don't think it's dreary, I do. I try not to yawn and I nod occasionally. Their boring conversations make me long for Auttie. At least she was only one person.

Amos helps me into me new dress. It slips on so easily and now I am allowed to look at myself in the mirror.

I have gotten so skinny and pale. If it wasn't for my dress, I bet would be able to count my ribs. My hair was also longer. Now it could be put into little ringlets without extensions. I look so different, but at least it is still me underneath. Well, at least I hope it's me.

I stare at the dress for a long time. It is not some amazing feat, like the District 12 chariot outfits in the 74th Hunger Games. But it still scared me and filled me with amazement at the same time. I was dressed in a short, silver dress that was almost reflecting. Just like a knife.

But that part was normal. My sash was black with gold swirls around. That was the handle of the knife I used to kill Elena.

I looked like the knife I used to kill Elena.

I am not given any more time to look at my own reflection. I am hurried off down into the basement under the stage.

I am stationed on a lift that will bring me to the stage when it is time. Then, I am left completely alone. I shouldn't be scared anymore, but visions of Elena popping out and killing me still haunt me.

I just stand there on the lift as still as a statue.

"That dress is a little freaky," the one voice I want to hear tells me. I turn around full of relief and see Storm, the only person who will now ever understand me.

I step off the lift and hug him tight, so glad I wasn't a victor alone. "I know right," I whisper in his ear.

We pull away and I step back on to my lift. He is not dressed even close to match me. He is wearing a black suit with a red tie that seemed to be changing colors to match fire. I admire District 12's designers, but I think they need to find a new theme.

"Are you ready?" I ask him.

He just shrugs and steps on to my lift. I look at him and raise my eyebrow. "Don't' you have your own lift to be getting back to?"

He shrugs back in response. "Who cares? This one seems fine," he tells me.

I don't get to respond before the lift starts to rise. "Looks like its too late now," I mutter.

We are backstage now. I can already hear the crowd rumbling. The prep teams our already out there, hauling in the applause.

"By the way, that question of your before, about me being ready. I don't want t do this. I feel like this is only for the Capitol now, not me," he says with a sigh.

I think about what he says. We really are doing this for them now. And for some reason that makes me really angry. Why should they make us do things for their own enjoyment? That's when my idea sparks.

"Let's not do it for them," I say to him, smiling.

"Then who are we doing it for?" he asks me, confused.

"Mimi, because she deserved to win more than anyone of us," I say. "And Eris, for helping us win this even though you didn't know her."

"And Vigilance for risking his life to try to kill Elena and helping us the progress," Storm says with a smile like mine. He has gotten what I am saying.

"And Elena," I say thoughtfully. "Because she really was smarter than us all and she played the game better than anyone could."

Storm nods. "Let's do this."

The mentors have just finished getting their applause. That means we are up. Storm holds out his hand and I slip mine into it. We may not be lovers, but we have been through so much together.

So, we walk as a team into the screaming.

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Bet you never saw that coming. Actually, if someone told me that was how it was going to end a few chapters ago, I would have been shocked.

But it is my pleasure to present your victors Season Vitale and Storm Loret.

Now I have my thanks to give:

Tour De Force: Thank you for giving me two amazing tributes, one of them being our lovely victor Season Vitale! Although I tried to be extremely unbiased when writing about the arena, but Season was always my favorite.

LovelyDaydream: Thank you for giving us our other victor, Storm Loret! It is hard to believe in the first few chapters I made him seem like such a jerk. I am glad he is now the sensible, but hopeless romantic that he should be.

BloodyRoseLove: Thank you for giving us our favorite runner-up, Elena Lovitz! She was the best villain ever. She really was smarter than everyone else and I am so glad she was a part of my story.

And thank you to EVERYONE! If it wasn't for you I would never have gotten this finished. All you reviewers who gave me tributes are amazing. I loved them all.

Now I guess this is good-bye…I'm just kidding. Check out my new submit your own tribute story, Behind Enemy Lines. It will not only have your characters, but Season and Storm too! It is coming out…right now! Go submit your tributes. Also as a prize for our winning tributes creators, I will give you the District of your choice if you chose to do my story!

Capitol Question of the Day: Any last thoughts on the ending?

This is the last time I will tell you to review…on this story. Carpe Diem, seize the day by submitting a new tribute.

-Emma