A/N: Remember, this is after the first few prologues of THC.

Lyra Winsor

District 13, Female, 30

She squirms and screams, her brown hair flying through the wind.

"Now, now. Settle down." I say I didn't take joy in this but nor did I find it boring. Taking prisoners wasn't something I got to do very often and the adrenaline pumped through my veins as I stood in front of my sister, crouched on the floor.

"What are you doing, Lyra?" I make out from the muffled noises coming from her mouth.

"Well I can't let you ruin my revenge, can I?"

"What are you going to do?" She screams, ripping the tape off with her tongue, luckily she can't undo her hands. My sister is stronger than me and I know it.

"Not just my revenge, no. My district's revenge, as well."

"Lyra, they don't know what they're doing. Mom and Dad...they wouldn't-"

"Silence her!" I bark at the tall, muscular guy standing beside her. His name tag reads Graham. "You know not to speak of them," I whisper, harshly, tears flying out. Why couldn't I control my tears? "Goodbye," I say and turn, ushering Graham beside me. He lets go of Maia's mouth but she stays silent, I don't turn to see why. Not that I care.

I am escorted to the main hall by Graham, where a TV screen has been set up. It covers the whole wall, a perfect view for 13 to watch as our work pays off. First, the Victor then goes the Gamemaker, and then the President. The perfect plan and no one would dare to say otherwise. "Are you...ready?" I scream maniacally at a microphone, standing in front of me.

I laugh at the deafening applause below me, the applause of my people. I had won their trust, their money, and of course, their district. All because my sister was a victor, how funny!

The TV slowly, but surely, blinks on. It's live from the Capitol, the coronation. It's halfway between the recap of the Games and I watch, death after death, kill after kill. Waiting in anticipation for my moment to arrive.

The recap stops and a smile spreads across my face as I see the President carrying the same box of chocolates I had sent the day before. This plan was going to work, not that I ever doubted it. The President was so gullible. Luckily, I had people in the Capitol who could pass on the chocolates and the email I had sent to him from the 'head gamemaker'. All my work, finally put together.

The next thing I know, the girl puts the chocolate in her mouth and falls to the floor. There is only one problem, she didn't eat or digest the chocolate! 5 seconds of it in her mouth wasn't going to do it, my plan was going downhill. Of course, the head Gamemaker would still be blamed but the Capitol would've been angrier with a dead Victor!

Everyone watches as paramedics rush in, picking the girl up and taking her away. Everything was ruined and I knew whose fault it was.

I sprint back into the room but I'm too late, Maia is gone and the chains had gone with her. I scream in fury and frustration and collapse. My hair sprawls over my face and I just sit there. "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad." I choke out and sob, nobody cared, nobody understood...

A/N: There we have it! Our final epilogue, I hope everyone enjoyed it because I sure did love writing it. Sorry, it was a bit shorter than I would've liked but oh well. Next up is obituaries and then Dancing Stars will be officially complete.

What do you think of Lyra?

What will Maia do, keep quiet or tell the world about D13?

What will become of Felcia, the Head Gamemaker?

-James