I hope you enjoy this chapter. Remeber, my second SYOT is still accepting tributes, seven spots left!

Atlas Geo POV:

My hands moved along the parallel metal bars, my sweaty hand sticking to the surface. I moved my left leg first, it was easy, it did as it was told without little effort. Then it was time for my prosthetic leg. It took more effort to move the wooden part that was attached. It took a lot of energy but I did it. I repeated the process three more times until I got to the end of my support. I was meant to turn around but I decided to try something I had failed at a hundred times before.

I put my wooden leg first and when I was sure it was secure, I let go of the bars and tried to take another step. I made it to two steps this time before my body lost it's balance and I tumbled face first into the ground.

I lifted my head up and glared at myself through the mirror that was placed in front of me. It was like they were mocking me, showing me how much they had changed me and how pathetic I was for not being able to do a simple task such as walking.

"You are not going to get nowhere by rushing yourself," Augusto sighed, walking into the room and shutting it behind him. I looked over my shoulder at him and reached out for the metal bars again.

"I have to learn how to walk with this thing before they get bored-"

"Too late, you are having your interview in a wheelchair," he said bluntly, sitting down and picking up a magazine from the guest seating area. He looked at the model on the front, pulling a face and placing it back down. "They really do not know what beauty is, eh?" he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I ain't going then-"

"Or we can carry you on like baby," he said with a shrug. I pulled myself up by my now overly muscular arms, placing my fake leg in front of me so it was easier to stand up.

"I will crawl if I have to-"

"You want some baby food with that request?" he teased, looking at one of the mirror walls and adjusting his dark hair.

"Stop it-"

"It has been eight weeks since you won dude, I want to go home, you might have nothing left there but I do!" he snapped rising from his chair and standing at his full height. I pulled myself so I was shakily standing up.

"What do you have back in Two-"

"Let's just say I got some good news," he said, fiddling with his cuff links before crossing his arms and looking at me. "I am really sorry kid but we have no choice, the president wants the crowning tonight, people are starting to become agitated," I knew he didn't want to rush me but he had no choice.

"They could have given me a bit longer," I growled, slowly making my way towards the chairs.

"Welcome to life as a victor," he laughed, slamming the door behind him and leaving me alone.

"I love the color of the skin, what shade is it?" my stylist flutter asked, stroking my skin that had been dyed the color of natural dark tan. I gave as shrug and she frowned. "Guess I will have to ask your surgeon, you should really learn this stuff, it could save your life," I nodded in agreement but really I wasn't sure how the shade of my skin could save my life.

"I like his new mussels," her assistant Maya said, rubbing my biceps.

"Oh no, that hair cut," boren said with excitement, running his hand through my hair with a rather unsettling smile. They were all naming things that had been changed about me since my victory and it made me feel uneasy.

"Ew, but we are going to have to hide that leg-"

"And those horrid scars on his collar bones," I was never an insecure person but I didn't appreciate people picking me apart, most of all from things I couldn't help. The scars were from my surgery to heal my collar bones, they were here to stay, same with my leg, I wasn't going to get used to them if everyone treated them like a bad word.

"Now, for the moment all of you have been waiting for...the moment we get to meet our victor!" Pyrus screamed at the crowd, his teeth shining silver. I was still sat in the dark. I was in a wheelchair that was designed to look like a normal chair. I also got told that I had to lie and say I could walk with the help of crutches. At least I didn't seem weak.

"After surviving seventeen days in the arena and having an impressive kill count of five tributes, it's Atlas Geo!" the spotlights above me sparked to life, blinding me slightly, I kept my signature stoic look, Augusto said it was more believable for a career than a smile.

"Good to see you Atlas, are you happy to be here?" Pyrus asked, his yellow eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yes, Pyrus, the arena was amazing but nothing beats The Capitol," I said, a slight smile pulling on my lips. It was a lie, if they ever tried to put be through it again, I would kill myself before they had the chance to take me. It was twisted and barbaric, I just wanted to be home, no, I wanted to be with Zeus, Consus, and Lavina.

"Excellent, excellent, we are always happy when tributes, oh, I mean victors, say that," he laughed, giving me a nudge. "Now, you were part of a romance that I think touch everyone hearts, you and Lavina. Was it fear that drove you together or does she hold a special place in your heart?" I wasn't ready for the question, my stoic expression dropping. I knew what Augusto wanted me to say but I was too overwhelmed by the crowd, lights and emotions. So I spoke the truth.

"I lov-she meant a lot to me and always will," I said, my eyes glazing over as I looked at the stage floor. Only about three months ago, Lavina sat on this very stage, smiling a waving, now she was gone.

"I am sorry for your loss," Pyrus said, he sounded sincere that it broke my gaze, making me look in his eyes. "Your relationship built up over a time of fear and in her final moments, well, I guess we can only hope we have someone who cares about us there," I looked to the crowd, some people were crying, an orange haired woman hugged her partner and sobbed into her shoulder.

"Thank you," I said softly as he moved his hand off my knee and turned back to the crowd.

"Shall we watch some recaps?" he screamed, the crowd seemed to lose any sympathy they had for me and cheered on the footage of dead children.

It started off with Neki's death, Lavina keeping watch as I strangled the life out of him. Next it was Crown who was pulled away from the Seven girl and stabbed by Consus, I remembered him discussing his plan with me like it was yesterday. Then River, Selina jumping through the mud and chopping his head off. Tiara was stabbed by Ezra after the two struggled for a sword. Zelda was trampled, no one even bothering to help her up. Me and Lavina killed Aziel and Oliver, I guess we was a team from the start. And then Sabrina died in pain due to Crown's messy work.

The crowd cheered as the words, night three, flashed onto the screen. I knew what was coming but it still made me feel sick. I was talking to Lavina about forgiveness when Finch slit Consus' throat before running away into the night. Ashton appeared a few moments later, stabbing Raya and running away. I thought it was done when the mutt attacked and got ready for the next lot of deaths when Selina and Ezra walked into frame. They both seemed horrified by the mess from the mutt. When they were attacked, Ezra tripped up Selina to save his own skin. I was still angry at him but I had misjudged him. He didn't kill Selina, he was just frightened.

My thoughts were confirmed when the next day, he started looking for her, only to come back empty handed. On the sixth day, I found out why. I was sad for all the tributes, none of them stood a chance against the mutt, not caged up anyway, I watched them all die and I finally found out where Lavina's sword came from. Selina left it in the mud, only for Lavina to find it a few hours later.

On day nine, I felt sorry little Able, his death was painful and he was so close to being saved, only to watch it run away. Loveless I felt worst about. I wasn't sure what Ezra was going to say but I ruined a moment like Ashton did for me and Lavina. I was no better than him. They showed mine and Lavina's first kiss and I started to cry. I wished we had kissed more.

Bug, I had little attachment to on the fourteenth day, I didn't really know him but seeing how Ashton acted was terrifying, even for a career. He lost it and drove his ally away.

Acacia's was hard to watch. The young girl had nowhere to go but wouldn't let me get close enough to kill her. Watching Kendrick and Finley die in the fire was heartbreaking. Kendrick knew he didn't have a chance but still tried, Finley was so close to getting away.

I didn't even know Finch was in our cave and it creeped me out to think she watched me pee. Then it happened. The crowd wolf whistled when me and Lavina started to strip but I couldn't feel happy, I knew what was going to happen next. I was at least pleased they blurred out Lavina's breasts when Ashton's spear hit her. She could have survived it if Ashton hadn't pulled his weapon out of her. I wasn't angry like I was in the moment, though. I was sad. I was so bothered about killing Ashton for Kaya and hurting Lavina that I forgot to protect her. Ezra's death was next, I felt sick as he almost chopped off my leg and shattered my collarbone. Pyrus stopped watching, looked and my missing leg and shrugged. Then it was Finch's death. I was so set on killing her but in the moment, I didn't even care. I was in pain, I was frightened and I was broken. She was just another tribute, or maybe that is what she always was.

Lavina's death was the worst. It seemed to go on for so long, part of me wanted her to die so I didn't have to watch ever again but the rest of me wanted to hear more about the life we could have had, the life that was taken from us. After her cannon boomed, they cut it off, not playing my angered screams. Pyrus looked over to me but his smile dropped as he saw me shaking and crying.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present, Atlas Geo, from District Two, this year's victor, of the 24th Hunger Games!" as he cheered he grabbed my hand and thrust it into the air, I tried to give a smile but really, I just wanted to go back to my room.

I got out of the shower, my avox helping me get dressed in silk pants and shirt as I started to dry my hair. I opened the door to my room and wheeled myself out still ruffling my hair with a towel when I slowed down, hearing Augusto's voice cracking.

"I am sorry...no, I want to be there...I can't-okay...I love you too," I rounded the corner to the kitchen where my mentor sat, turning off some projected screen. He sighed, placing his face in his palms, I could tell he was trying not to get angry.

"Who was that-"

"We can't go home for four months," he snapped, standing up from the table and storming out of the room.

"Why-"

"They want to make sure you can walk perfectly before we go back to Two so that means waiting until the victory tour," he had a growl in his voice as he stormed down the hall towards his room.

"I will try and get better faster-"

"Don't bother, kid...it's not like it meant that much to me, it's not like it only happens once, right?" his voice cracked as he said this, tears forming in his green eyes.

"What?" I whispered, turning my chair round to see him. Augusto just punched the door in front of him, opening it and slamming behind him. I sat in silence for a moment, not knowing how to react. I quickly gave up trying to figure out what got him so upset and wheeled myself back into my room after taking an apple and turned on the T.V everything was about me so I turned it down and used it as background noise.

I picked a small note book up off my bedside table and started to right. I wasn't good at it but Lavina was, I would practice and practice until I was good, for her. All night long or for the rest of my life if that's what I needed.

What do you think to Atlas as a victor so far then? Next chapter is his victory tour and then the final chapter! I am excited to finish my first story.