A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I was busy writing a really, really long chapter for my other story. (Check it out if you want.) I don't know if anyone other than MaximumAngel1 is reading this, as everyone else has been killed off (well, the tributes), but I'm writing it anyways.


The famous girl walks onstage, wearing a sea green dress. Her copper colored hair is braided over her shoulder. This District Four victor wears a proud smile as she is escorted to her seat by the famed interviewer and announcer of the Hunger Games, Caesar Flickerman. Her expression says, I always knew I could do it. And now I've done it.

She takes her seat, and Flickerman starts right up with the questions. "Welcome, Aquamarine. How are you tonight?"

"I'm great, Caesar," she replies. "I've just won the Games, which I've always wanted to do. And now I'm all fixed up, I've got a new hand, and I'm face-to-face with my favorite audience in Panem." She smiles at the crowd. "I'm very grateful for what you all sent me. Especially the trident."

If you look in her eyes, you can see what she's thinking. Though I could've won just as easily without it. But she's too smart to say that. Of course she is. Dunces don't win the Hunger Games. People who've trained and trained for it, like Aquamarine did, usually do.

The crowd screams, and she shoots them a smile.

"Ah, yes, your hand," Caesar says. "How is it? And can you tell us again what happened?"

Fury flashes through Aquamarine's eyes. "Glint Harson, from District One. The wave was coming, and I didn't hear him come up behind me. My ear's bad, too. And then my right arm exploded in pain, and I looked down, and there was a hand on the ice beside me. And then the wave hit, and Glint went over. And I won. But the idiot took my hand. And so now I have this."

She holds up her right arm. At the end, where her hand would have been, there is a prosthetic hand. "I'm still learning to control it." She clenches and unclenches her fist.

"Well, you won," Caesar reminds her. "You definitely showed him not to mess with you."

Aquamarine rolls her eyes. "The waterfall took him over. I wish it didn't, so I could have gored him to death with my trident. I definitely could have. It would be a great way to win. But no, he had to go over that waterfall, so I didn't get to kill him personally. A shame." She shakes her head.

"How would you have killed him?" Caesar asks, leaning forward. "Tell us. Would you have used your trident, or maybe your bare hands?"

Aquamarine laughs. "My bare hands? I'm not suicidal. I know I'm not as physically strong as he is. I'm just better at everything else. I'd have killed him with my trident, obviously. I'd have stabbed him in the gut, first, probably, and then in the neck. I'd have disabled him first, and then left him in his pain for ten or so minutes."

"Would you have let him bleed to death?" Caesar asks.

"Oh, no." Aquamarine smirks. "That would be friendly of me. No, then I would try to cut his arm of with my trident. It would be interesting. I wonder how long it would take. And then he'd be lying there, armless. Karma, you know. And then I'd kill him."

"Had you been planning that for the entire almost two weeks?"

"No," she answers. "I would've disposed of him much quicker had he not cut off my hand." She raises her prosthetic hand. "But then he did, and I knew I couldn't let him go quickly. But then he went over the waterfall." She crosses her arms, disgruntled.

"I'm surprised that the Gamemakers let him be swept away," Caesar admits. "Usually they try to preserve the last few tributes for each other."

"I wish they had," she says bitterly. "There weren't many fights at all, I bet. It was so cold, I bet several of them froze to death. Am I correct, Caesar? I expect I am."

"You are," he confirms. "I'm not sure of the exact statistics, but I do no that quite a few died from the cold."

Aquamarine laughs bitterly. "This year's Gamemakers didn't do that great of a job, did they."

"They could have done better," Caesar admits. "But let's get back to you. Are you excited to go back to your district?"

"Yes, definitely," she says. "While I loved it here, I did miss my family."

"Do you think they'll be excited to see you?" he asks.

"Where did that come from? Of course they'll be excited to see me." She frowns at him. "And in the odd event that they aren't, that's too bad for them."

"I'm sure they'll be," Caesar says. "So, are you looking forward to the Victory Tour, and a life as a mentor?"

"Well, I'm definitely excited to see the other districts," Aquamarine answers. "And I know I'll be able to coach several tributes who will win. So I believe the answer is a general yes, Caesar."

"That's wonderful," he replies warmly. "And do you know what house in Victor's Village you'll choose?"

"Well, we have the third most amount of victors in all of the districts," she says. "So we have a rather large Victor's Village. It's on an island right off of the mainland, and I've only been there once, on a school trip. I was twelve. The island is shaped like a pear. I'd like to live on the long end, on the very tip. There aren't as many victors living there, and it's right by the ferry. I think I'll choose one of those houses."

"I see you've thought about it a lot," Caesar remarks.

"I have," she agrees. "I mean, I always knew I was going to win. When I was younger, I wanted to live in the bulk of the island, where Finnick Odair and Ralma Overseas live. But for several years now this has been my plan."

"Nice," he says. "Tell me, Aquamarine...were there any points in the Games where you doubted, even briefly, that you were going to win? Maybe when you were stuck on that drifting iceberg?"

"Well, that was definitely a low point," Aquamarine says, "but I wouldn't say I doubted I'd win. I always knew I'd win."

"Interesting." Caesar raises his eyebrows at the audience. "Okay, Aquamarine, I have one last question for you. It's the last one, I promise. When you get back to District Four, what is the first thing you'll do?"

She thinks about it. "Well, Caesar, after I see my family, and spend some time with them, I think I'm going to go swimming. I've missed that. Of course, I could have gone swimming in the arena, but...well, I would've frozen to death." She smiles.

"Thanks for joining us today," Caesar says, standing up. "I'm glad you could see us. And congratulations again. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Aquamarine Mer of District Four, victor of the seventy-first annual Hunger Games!"


A/N: So, if anyone read that, please tell me by reviewing and telling me what you think. The next chapter will be the Hunger Games rerun video, and I have absolutely no idea when I'll post it.