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Finale

Scon Lavalle, District Nine Male (18)

He hasn´t woken up yet.

I had to drag him all the way out of the cornucopia to a classroom, so he wouldn´t go and get killed by Kasha if she showed up again. We can still win this together, we can, we can do it.

If he even wants to win with you or if they will let you.

"Brain, I know I will have to do something to win, but I don´t want to kill him. If he wants to kill me when he wakes up, we will fight and that´s it. And if the gamemakers want to kill me because of what I did, that´s it. There is no way I will survive if the gamemakers don´t want me to."

I look outside the window of the classroom. I try to open it but it´s locked.

"Damnit".

Suddenly, I can sense that everyone is watching me. I know I am in the Hunger Games, and that all I freaking do is mop the floor with my dumb feelings, but I guess the only way to find out is to try. To try and try to be honest. To try and try to be your better self, no matter how many times you have screwed up. That´s the only logical way a person can grow as one and become better than what they are.

"You know, what?" I say nowhere hoping that there is a camera somewhere around me. "I don´t regret what I did. I know what I did is bad, and I am sorry, I have freaking made myself feel bad for it the whole time, and I am done. The only thing that is left to do is make amends, because saying you are sorry won´t fucking fix things, you know?" I grab the bottle of water we have left from the supplies.

"Cheer with me, audience. The show is about to end."

Wels Saltear, District Four Male (16)

My name is called, the crowd goes wild and Chickadee goes back behind the stage, having to return to The Hunger Games. I cry happy tears as I realize that everything, I have been worried about will go away as I've been voted out of The Hunger Games.

I think of Lukas and my family all cheering back home and I run, run to the train where I'm going to be taken back to the place, I love most in the world. I haven't even had to kill anyone to get here.

I smile as Tormenta pours me some wine and we celebrate, laughing and chatting the night away and so, as the night is ending, I turn on the TV and watch The Hunger Games commence, Amara kills Chickadee right off the back and I cheer, shouting,

"Go on Amara!"

I laugh as she kills another tribute. She's doing great! Imagine if she could come home as well and we could be such great friends. Suddenly, I see a face, staring at me. A lifeless body on the ground with a tall handsome man standing over it, stabbing it.

The face lays, eyes open, talking.

"I'm sorry, Wels. I'm sorry, Wels. I'm sorry, Wels." I start to scream as it all begins to flood back to me, everything around me twists and turns and I'm watching Amara die all over again. Then, I'm watching Scon tell me the truth, all the while I'm thrashing around, trying to get away, run away.

I hate Scon. He ruined my life.

Scon Lavalle, District Nine Male (18)

"Hi" I say while holding myself off from doing anything irrational

Wels doesn´t respond. He crawls away from me, without looking at me, like I have some sort of disease. I always thought people did that to me, but I guess I never really knew until now.

"You have been asleep for a day." I say while nearing him with a bottle of water as he crawls away even further. "Take it"

He then looks at me. "No."

I sigh. "Okay, what do you want to do Wels, keep crawling away? Do you wanna punch me in the face? Or are the balls better?" I ask while pointing to that position. "Do you want to kick me in the balls and make me think I will never have kids? Do it, I know you can do it. You just need do blow off some steam, huh? Just-"

Apparently, he decides not to kick me in the balls,

He decides to stand up, make it out like he is gonna leave… and then he throws me to the ground and starts punching me in the face.

I let him. I let him as he punches and screams. I let him as he discharges all of his anger on me. I decide to let him, because he deserves to let it all out.

"Asshole. Stupid. You. Made. Me. Be. In. This. Hell." He says as he continues to punch me repeatedly. "Fight back, Fight back!" He screams at me in his fury. I can´t respond, because he keeps hitting me, and I decide to try to not respond either. It´s just what needs to happen.

"Fight back! Fight back like that District Three Girl!"

Wait… What does he mean by that?

I kick him in the stomach and I put myself above him.

"What did you do, Wels? What did you do?!"

He spits at me. "Nothing worse than what you did. In fact, you have done twice already!"

I want to scream. I want to kick and punch him so hard. He is the reason Clio is dead? He is the reason I lost a friend? Part of me wants to kill him right there and here. I could do it. I have a knife in my pocket. I could do anything with it. I could stab him right here, right now, and end these games once and for all. I could be a victor already, and have a crown under my belt. Maybe Kasha would forgive me for leaving her when we were kids, and we could be a victor couple, and have beautiful kids, that won´t get reaped because we would bribe the escorts not to say their names. It could be wonderful.

But… I realize I don´t want that. I don´t want to be lamenting the past for something that could be, when I don´t truly need it.

I stand up and point him with my knife. "I don´t want to kill you Wels. I truly don´t want to."

He also stands up. And just when I think he is gonna attack me again, he says;

"I am leaving."

Wels Saltear, District Four Male (16)

I killed Clio and I don't care. Maybe I cared a little bit when it happened, especially because she was Scon's friend but not anymore. He killed Amara's friend, so why couldn't I kill Clio.

"Just fuck off, I'm going to go fight her myself." I mutter under my breath and he stands, as still as a statue, his face red with anger. I close the door behind me and start to walk when suddenly, I hear stomping.

It's loud. Very loud and it's…getting closer? I look behind me and see a breathless Scon screaming for me to run for the cornucopia. At that moment, I see the crowd of running people not far behind him. They could trample us to death in a matter of seconds, I think as they flood the hallways and I run, shaking my head.

This is it. The final showdown, I guess. Kasha vs I and maybe Scon will decide to help but he barely ever does, just a complete nuisance that ruined my life and I'm the only reason he's still in these games and he knows it.

He saved my life, but he wouldn't have if I hadn't told him to pick up the gun. If we do win this together, I never want to see him again. I'm going to settle down with Lukas and never think about that boy from district 9.

We approach the cornucopia, breathless.

Scon Lavalle, District Nine Male (18)

The crowd pushes me in the courtyard. And when we arrive, I wasn´t actually expecting what we found.

Fucking cheerleaders.

There are a three cheerleader groups. One with each our names on it´s clothes. Mine and Wels´ have both boys and girls on it, while Kasha´s only has boys.

And there she is. Kasha. Standing on the other side of the courtyard.

Ready to attack.

"Hello, boys." She says while holding a knife on her hands. "Good to see you?" She looks at me and yells. "I don´t think you guys had a great time over there. Did the crowd stomp on your little dumb faces?" She says and laughs

I notice Wels is now more focused on his anger at her than at me. Maybe´s that good? I don´t know. I just hope he doesn´t attack me and we have to fight.

"Come on, boys are you pussys?" She continues to scream. "FAGS!"

Wels attempts to run to her to attack, but I stop him.

"Let me." I say. "You deserve to live." I spout. "Let me fight for what it´s worth and not be a coward, for once"

Wels looks at me, and he relaxes. He must be happy knowing he is gonna live no matter what. I would be too. But I have to do it, I just have to. And we don´t have the gun anymore, so even if we tried to do something about it, we couldn´t.

So, then I run to the Kasha, and the cheers start.

Wels Saltear, District Four Male (16)

I watch as Scon approaches Kasha and they hold their knives out, beginning the battle, I don't care which one dies. They are both just as bad as each other. I hear Scon yelp as Kasha cuts his arm. It will be an easy loss for Scon, and I just can't help but feel bad for him.

I look to my side, trying to find something. I see it, the gun, laying across the floor. I could've sworn it wasn't there 5 seconds ago, I dive and grab it.

I watch them battle it out a bit more until they see me holding the gun to them. They both stand still, knowing I have the power. Who to shoot, though?

Scon ruined my life and maybe if I kill him now, I would never have to think about him again…but Scon has been my ally from the start. He chose me instead of Gael and Kasha has always been the main enemy.

I hate Scon, though. So, I point the gun at him and take a deep breath, Kasha pulls a sly move and tries to slice Scon's leg, but she isn't able to leave a cut because she already lays lifeless on the ground, a bullet through her stomach.

Scon stares at me with so much thanks but I ignore it. I sit against the cornucopia as the annoying voice of Lorenzo announces,

"Scon Lavalle and Wels Saltear, congratulations, you just won the 117th Hunger Games!" It's so reassuring to hear his voice and I sigh as I slump further and further down the cornucopia until I give into my fatigue and drift off, back to a land of no worries.

After all, I no longer have any worries. I just won The Hunger Games.

A/N: James: Oh my god! I loved writing that finale so damn much and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I'm pretty sure most people that remembered there would be 2 Victors knew this would happen. There will be 1 or 2 epilogues, so look out for them!

3rd Kasha Spelt (D9F) – Killed by Wels Saltear (D4M) – Shot through the stomach – Ah, Kasha! Your time has finally come. You were a great tribute, through and through and it was great to have you apart of the D9 team and one of the main tributes of this SYOT. We all knew Kasha wouldn't stand a chance against the broken Scon and Wels, but it was still such a bad way to go, thinking you were going to win. I really enjoyed writing her journey through the games and I hope you liked reading it, Misty, if you're still reading. Thanks, so much for her, Misty. RIP Kasha.

Hope you are having a great day, and i will catch you all later on with epilogues!