Okay so this is the final chapter of Defying Gravity!

It's been fun writing this and talking with you guys!

I hope you like it… before I go on it's called Ending 3: Katniss is Alone.

It's really much more depressing than I was hoping for but oh well.

"I can take him." Tristan whispers to me.

No you can't. I want to say, but I don't.

Peeta defensively steps in front of me while Tristan steps closer to Gale.

"Easy prey." Gale's eye lids squish together in concentration, a common thing he does while we hunt.

Tristan laughs a little and sighs, "I didn't want to have to kill you but… I'll make an exception."

Gale looks from Tristan to Peeta very quickly. Only I pick up on it.

Before I can do anything Gale has lunged forward not to Tristan but to the unexpecting Peeta!

A loud clash echoed on impact. Defensively, Peeta whacks at Gale. Peeta ended up punching him square in the jaw. Obviously Gale was not happy.

"Oh, Lover boy you're as good as dead." Gale emphasized the word dead.

Peeta stood his ground while Gale backed up. Tristan took stance next to Peeta. I came up on the other side as Peeta. We are standing on the front line, a unified force.

"Oh, look at the cute little team." Gale spat with disgust.

"We are cute, aren't we." Tristan coolly answered back.

That comment alone, fueled to Gale's ever growing fiery rage.

He shook his head and assessed what he might do.

I stood, unblinking and still as a statue.

Once upon a time, I had a pretty good life. Before I knew about the poverty that we lived in. My dad and his shining rays of hope always kept me bright and happy. Even on my worst days. My dad always knew what to say and do to make me smile. I could count on him for anything. Until, he died of course. Anyways, life was good and now it is not. Now, I am forced to kill my best friend and watch innocent children die. Is there any humanity left in this world? No, probably not.

We are all a bunch of evil beings that don't care for anyone but ourselves. Expect for Prim.

I think of how Gale used to care about me and love me. Now, he hates me so much he doesn't even have the decency to directly look at me.

Oh well, I guess he's not my best friend anymore. The games have changed him yet he wasn't even in them to begin with.

President Snow has ruined everything for me and my family. First offence was killing my father. Then forcing me into these sadistic games. After that, changing Gale. He was perfect the way he was. Anger and all.

Anyways, back to the obstacle at hand.

I notice Gale is staring at Tristan.

Suddenly, Gale pulls out a knife. Not just any knife. This one is decorated in accented flames. It's sharp and deadly looking. Unlike any knife I've seen before.

"There's a special touch," Gale smiles happily. "it's heat sensing. I'll never miss a target."

His words sink in. We are all dead. No matter what. It's heat sensing, which means it will find one of us eventually.

I realize, none of us have our weapons.

I smack my head. How could we've been so stupid? How could I leave my bow and arrows in a freaking tree.

Gale throws the knife and it lands right in the center of Tristan's chest before any of us could've reacted!

He coughs up blood and a cannon goes off. For him. He's gone. Forever. No turning back. The deed is done.

Instead of feeling heart wrenching sadness and loss, I feel anger, rage, and strangely a little bit of jealousy.

"One done. Two to go." Gale laughs evilly. His new signature trademark along with his evil smile.

Using my cat-like reflexes, I grab Peeta's hand and run away from Gale. I know it won't ultimately save us but for now it seems like the best option.

I hear Gale's knife whizzing through the air.

I yell "duck!" to Peeta but he doesn't hear me in time.

The knife lodged in his back.

His face instantly loses color. His knees fail and he's moaning. But, he's not dead yet. I know he won't go down without a fight.

He can barely breathe and I can barely process what just happened.

I grab the knife from his back and clean it on my shirt.

Peeta looks up at me and I know that is the last time I will see his breathtakingly beautiful blue eyes. He gasps and then he is gone. Just like that. The cannon goes off.

I show no mercy. I have no sympathy left in my heart. I could kill anyone right now. Anyone. … Gale.

I spin around on my heel and catch Gale right behind me.

I throw the knife with unbelievable force right into his heart.

He staggers backward but he's not dead.

Darn. I think.

He falls on the ground and tries to pull the knife out of his body.

"No, no. Let me do it for you." I whisper slyly.

I yank it from his body and clean it on his shirt.

Gale looked at me with desperation in his eyes. Then, he pleaded with me to spare his life. He managed an innocent look to take over his face.

I mouthed "no."

Heartlessly, I stabbed him and walked away.

Another cannon went off.

His this time.

I jog to the Cornucopia which is only a few minutes away.

Once I get there, I see about 3 tributes sitting up on top of the Cornucopia.

The remaining three.

None of them have weapons I see.

This will be fun. I think as I stare them all down.

A wave crashes through the trees and fills the arena up feet over the Cornucopia.

I see I'm the only one who knows how to swim here. Great!

All of the 3 tributes drown leaving me, the victor. It's amazing how much emotion I don't feel right now.

I think I lost all capability to do that.

EPILOUGE

I am Katniss Everdeen. 74th Hunger Games victor. I've realized over my many years of mentoring tributes, no one ever really wins the hunger games. In a way we all lose. Some of the victors lose their minds, become addicts, forsaken to loneliness, some become completely and utterly depressed. I think got a mixture of all of these.

We all lose because even though we won the games, we are slowly dieing on the inside. That's the worst kind of pain.

I lost the ability to feel any emotions other than pain, hopelessness, and loneliness long ago.

I hate the hunger games.

Okay that was the last chapter I will ever write for this story (:

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Sorry that I ended on a depressing note, but isn't that always how a realistic story ends?

I know fairytales end happily but does that happen in real life?

I'm not completely sure.

Oh well. (:

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