A/N: And yet another chapter!

Let me tell you this now, the three-hour compulsory viewing of the Games was not pleasant.

The first half hour showed the reaping, training scores and interviews. I tried to keep my face impassive as twenty-three dead children came back to life on the screen in front of me. I didn't really want to see Telemachus' little brother calling out to him as he took the stage. I didn't want to see how well Goliath played the crowd in his interview. I just wanted to push the Games to the back of my mind, never to think of them again.

But life doesn't work like that.

So just when I thought I was close to being pushed over the edge, when they showed Fabian's concluding statement in his interview.

"I will win."

My hands clenched into fists at my sides. I wanted to scream at someone to turn the television off. I had to bite my lip to stop myself, and a glance towards the cameras reminded me that I was being constantly filmed.

Get a grip, I told myself.

After the interviews, then began the Games themselves.

They showed a shot of the meadow the cornucopia was nestled in, then switched to a shot of the mountains summit.

All it was was a small hut, but one thing I noticed was that it had a chimney with a thin trail of smoke coming out of it.

I thought of how much better off I would've been if I'd reached it. Then again, I thought of how much fighting there would've been over control, and realized my decision was the best one.

The camera flipped back to the Cornucopia, where the gong had just rung out. They showed me fleeing the scene, and then they began to show the rest of the bloodbath.

One part especially caught my eye.

As Fabian snagged his backpack, they boy tribute from District Six came up behind him with an axe. He was about to swing it, when a knife caught him in the throat. His hand went slack and the axe thumped to the ground beside his foot.

"Run!" the girl shouted, and I recognized her as the tribute from District Ten. Imogen, I think her name was.

No sooner had she called out to him, a shuriken flew into the side of her head and I saw her attacker – the girl from District Six.

As the rest of the bloodbath played through, I just stared at the screen blankly, not taking any of it in.

This girl – Imogen – had saved Fabian's life, but why? Sure, he was the only twelve-year-old there, but did that stop anyone else trying to kill him?

I ended up with the conclusion that this Imogen girl was a nice person, and I wished I'd had the chance to know her.

The bloodbath ended, and a kind of heavy orchestral music thumped in the background as shots of the Careers dominated the screen. Sure, they showed shots of the other tributes too, but it was clear that for now, they were the most interesting people to watch.

Then they showed me meeting up with Fabian, and I'll admit, my jaw clenched in anger. The Capitol was responsible for this boy's death.

The Games began to play through, covering each day in a short burst, only really showing the deaths.

I felt a pang of guilt as the battle between me and Telemachus commenced, and quite frankly, I didn't really want to see a replay. The only thing that comforted me was the fact that I could easily push the blame of the death onto the Capitol.

I sat rigidly on the throne, forcing myself to smile as the cannon fired, signifying Telemachus' death.

Luckily, the moment didn't last long, and soon, the screen showed other people killing each other, which was thankfully unrelated to me.

As much as I tried to act interested in the Games, I'll admit I zoned out through about half of it.

Then the last day flicked onto the screen, going straight into that afternoon. I braced myself against the back of the chair, trying my best to look emotionless. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy, and I was sure that the little box in the corner of the screen was glued to my face, trying to capture every single emotion that played across it.

I wished that I could've closed my eyes and blocked my ears, and erased these minutes from my memory entirely. But no, I was forced to sit through it and look like I enjoyed it.

I'd thought the Games were bad, but making us victors sit through and watch it seemed like a whole other torture in itself.

My final hours in the arena flickered before my eyes, taunting me with the ghostly look in Fabian's eyes as he dropped to the ground. As my battle with Goliath was relayed in astonishing detail, I noticed something I really shouldn't have done.

My 'trick' with the knife. Caught on camera. And I had no idea how I could play it off.

They can't kill you, I thought. You're a victor now. They won't kill you.

But for some reason, I wasn't so sure.

I tried to settle my alarmed expression and concentrated on the background, not on the violence that dominated the screen.

By the time I had calmed myself and had brought up the courage to actually look at what was happening, I saw myself dancing around like an idiot over my sore hand. Instead of burying my face in my hands like I wanted to, I let out a short giggle, surprising myself. Almost instantly, the crowd started chuckling with me, but then they hushed each other so as not to miss a single second.

I swear, this city was odd. What I thought was torture, they thought was entertainment.

It looks like they weren't kidding when they said it was a dog eat dog world.

I focused my attention back on the screen, and I knew the three hours must almost be up, because a shot of myself moving in to attack Ryne filled it.

"Ryne!" I heard myself call, and I was shocked by the hostility that flooded my voice. I hadn't sounded like that, had I?

"What do you want?" I stared at the screen in horror as Ryne's tone set in. His voice had been shaking, whereas mine had been sharp like a million stabbing knives.

I plastered a triumphant look on my face as the rest of the battle played through, the mace lodging into the back of Ryne's head. I tried to ignore it until the final close up of my face faded out and I was left with a black screen and a crowd of eccentric, cheering people, but it was a hard task. All I could think of was the guilt that consumed me, and I knew I'd have to fulfil Ryne's dying wish, and give his family his message. It was the only thing left that I really could do for the poor, dead child.

Well, I thought. None of the others would've done this if they'd won. It counts for something.

I composed my expression and sat smiling in the throne as President Snapdragon walked onto the stage. I particularly hated this man. He'd been the one who'd ordered the destruction of District Thirteen, and probably the one who had consented to the death of my mother, if not enforced it.

I didn't know how long he'd been President – I think they'd brought him in when the old president had been assassinated during the war, or as the Capitol liked to call it the 'Dark Days'.

The President glided across the stage in the same graceful manner as he had for the last eleven years, accompanied by a little girl carrying a crown on a cushion. President Snapdragon stopped in front of me, and placed the crown on top of my head. He turned to the crowd and motioned for them to cheer, smiling brightly. It was actually a bit creepy, but I turned to the crowd and grinned myself.

I've done it, I thought, as the crowd whooped and cheered for me. I've survived the Hunger Games.

I bowed, and after a few minutes, I was lead off the stage to attend the sponsor banquet.

Great. More acting happy when I really wasn't.

A/N: And, there it is. One thing I have to ask, is: Who's excited for Mockingjay?

Anyway, please review and everything!