Here we are guys. The end. Not of the entire story (I'm doing a Victory Tour Finale) but of the Games. Five days, shortest Games in history huh. I'm so sad though. I'd like to give a sincere RIP to all the deceased tributes, and a good luck to Soren, Monroe, and Connor. Let the Games truly begin.

Soren Sarutobi, 23

When I look over at Monroe, she's shaking. I press an assuring hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright." I tell her. She looks at me, and I no longer see the small 20-year-old girl that I met at the Chariots. I see a woman. And a friend. She's grown older, more sophisticated, and I hate to say it: If it weren't for me being alive, I wish she could live. But I have to go home.

"Yeah. Let's go." she says. The boy comes into view, then a loudspeaker comes on.

"Attention tributes. You have faced your fears. Now it's time to face everyone else's. The sole victor must get to the cornucopia, and the other losers will be killed. The sole victor will be rescued from the arena at the top of the Cornucopia. Congratulations, and good luck." Claudius booms. Faced our fears... everyone else... I look around at the Twenty-six wedges. All of them release, the little doors open. Serpents, large serpents drizzle out into the floor. You can hear a howl from one of them. There is a small clicking, and buzzing. Monroe's eyes are wide.

"What- oh." I say. She's pointing at her wedge. Large spiders come out. Trantulas, black widows, house spiders, you name it. Her biggest fears.

"Oh my." I mutter. I grasp the hilt of the sword tighter, and she gets her trident.

A wolf mutt runs at me, and I swear it looks like it's hungry. I stab it quickly in the heart. It yowls, and falls to the ground. The others (who were heading towards Monroe) are coming towards me. Then I hear it. Loud, painful, and it makes me pause for a minute.

"Heath?" I ask the sky. Another scream, this time, female.

"Terry!" I shout. A mutt tackles me to the ground in my moment of weakness.

"Gaah!" I growl, slicing its head. It howls, and bites my arm. I grasp my arm in pain, and the wolf hovers over me, snapping its teeth. Suddenly it falls over with a whimper. I look up to see Monroe, with a cross-bow.

"Your welcome." she says.

"Thanks." I say. Suddenly there is a blinding pain in my leg. A knife is lodged deep into my calf. That Connor boy is standing by a cluster of trees, knives in his hands. He doesn't hover for long though, because a large cobra wraps around his body. He falls to the floor, wrestling with the cobra. I look over, and my heart sinks to my feet. No. No way. Monroe has already reached the cornucopia. Her face has four claw marks on the right cheek. her shirt is ripped, reaveling her undershirt. Same with the thigh of her pants. She is collapsed on the top.

"Attention remaining tributes. There has been a rule change. One female victor, and one male victor will be allowed to live. Soren, Connor, whoever may get to Monroe first will be crowned the male victor of this years Games. Congratulations, and good luck." the gamemaker herself announces. Connor and I lock eyes, and he shakes his head. Dropping all of his items, he begins to bolt.

"What? No!" I shout. I begin to run in too. The pain in my calf still isn's helping. The cornucopia seems to be getter further as I get closer. It takes me awhile to realize that Connor and I are arms length apart. How did that happen?

"I'm sorry Soren, but I have to win." he mutters. He reaches out and with all his might, pushes me to the ground. I fall, roll, and scab a few things. I wrestle back to my feet. When I catch up to Connor again, I grab his collar. I push him behind me, and he falls. I begin to propel my legs faster. My side is aching, and so are my legs, but I'm so close. I see Monroe in view, reaching out her hand.

"Come on Soren! You can do it!" she shouts. I reach forward to grab her hand, but am pulled back. She screams in frustration, and a fist collides with my nose. The mutts and fears are gathering, but Connor is busy worrying about beating to a pulp. I clock him in his jaw, and he digs a knee into my stomach. I look behind him to see a shadow. Someone's biggest fear, was death itself. I smile, and blood dribbles from my cracked lip, and my mouth.

"Hey Connor, guess what? I'm going to win." I say.

"Don't be so sure." he hisses. Death is closer now, and lays his hand on Connor .

"Time to go Connor." it whispers hoarsely. Connor doesn't turn around in time. His body goes limp. I scramble up and limp to the Cornucopia. Monroe pulls me up, and hugs me.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the victors of the 75th annual Quarter Quell: Monroe Arkensea and Soren Sarutobi." Claudius announces. Connor's cannon sounds, and our trumpets blow too. You can hear the defeaning cheering in the Capitol. Monroe cries into my shoulder.

"We did it Soren." she mutters. I feel like I have the little sister I never had.

"Yeah, we did it." I say. Monroe looks at me and says something. But I can't hear her over the hovercraft.

Monroe Arkensea, 20

"Soren, you're the big brother I have always wanted." I say to him, and he shakes his head. We're lifted on to hovercraft, and I turn around.

"Precious!" Marigold says.

"Baby doll!" Finnick exclaims. The team engulfs me in a hug and I cry.

"You won, you really won. We were working with District 2 through it all. You made us really proud." Finnick says.

"You and Soren are all anyone's talking about. They're going to ship you as long-lost brother and sister. But I know the truth!" Mari says, bopping my nose.

"Get me a sedative. She needs to get those scars removed." a doctor says suddenly. Where did he come from? They inject the liquid into my arm.

"Keep... the one on... my thigh..." I breathe, before falling asleep in Finnick's arms.

There it is. The Victors of the 3rd Annual Quarter Quell: Monroe Arkensea and Soren Sarutobi. Congratulations to those that submitted these two tributes. It's not entirely over... I still have Epilogue parts I, II, III, IV (I think that's four, I never learned Roman Numerals...) anyways, it's over. We have come a long way my friends. Goodbye, for now my friends.