I am super proud of this chapter. Please read to the end because it took me a few hours to write and I am over the moon with how it turned out.

Atlas Geo POV:

We pulled into the rusting train station. They clearly had made no effort to clean it for us. Peacekeepers guarded us as I was wheeled off and lifted into the large metal truck. Augusto and my escort Caro joined me, a big smile on her blue face.

"Now, you killed their tribute so they won't be that pleased with you but they won't try anything," she said as the peacekeepers shut the door, leaving us in darkness. "Your speech is on this card, stick to it and everything will be fine," she held out a white card towards me and I took it off her. I had been told personally by the president not to show any weakness, I was above them and I had to show it.

I didn't expect so many people to turn up for my speech but I was willing to bet they had been forced.

"Remember, the tributes from this District were Ashton Khell and Tiara Brookie," Augusto said, patting me on the back as I stood in front of the doors, leaning on my crutches. I turned to him and gave him a smile as I glanced back at the cards.

"May I present, your victor for the twenty-fourth Hunger Games, Atlas Geo!" the mayor from Twelve said, the doors opening so I could walk out and greet the crowds. They were silent as they watched me use my crutches to get to the microphone. None of them seemed to care about my victory either way which chilled me. They were so used to losing, they didn't even hope anymore.

"I, Atlas Geo, are very pleased that I get to be here today with the families and friends of our fallen tributes," I said, a fake smile on my face. I looked over to Ashton and Tiara family. Under Ashton's photo stood three men who stood looking awkward and bored, one at least tried to cry but was far too dramatic to seem realistic. I wondered how much they were being paid. Tiara's family was and old women, I recognized her as the mayor's wife. I glanced over to the mayor who was trying not to cry. I was happy it wasn't me who killed her.

I stumbled over the words, not being a very good public speaker, through the stops and starts, I seemed to turn myself onto auto pilot, I didn't care what I was saying, as long as I was saying something. I wasn't fully aware of my surroundings until I was back on the train.

It was the same for every District, ramble on about The Capitol, how grateful I am for my victory and get death glares from their families. Even if I didn't kill them. The Maylor's were a prime example. Their two sons looked like they would spit in my face if I got close enough, I didn't even lay a finger on Finch. I was still alive and she wasn't so that was enough for them.

In ten, some woman from Crown's stand shouted that I stole his love away. I was confused to what she was talking about until I was back on the train and Caro informed me about his family. Crown's aunt became obsessed with Lavina after her son's death, believing Crown's final words about loving her. Even his father knew it was rubbish and fell out with his sister for supporting Crown's killer's sister. However, in the end, his aunt pulled out as a sponsor when me and Lavina kissed, saying I stole her and calling Lavina a slut. His father just hated everyone and even closed down his business for a few months, only opening when his family started starving.

I could hardly hear myself speak in Nine. While Bug's family stood there in silence, the group of kids who stood under Finley's photo kept screaming and cursing me, calling me a puppet. One was taken away and shot, I didn't really feel like speaking after that.

Eight wasn't much better. The families let me speak but when I was done, Tobias' father spat on the floor and his mother screamed something at me. Loveless' family just stood there in silence and waited for me to finish. When I was leaving for the train, her grandfather came and joined me. He told me he was thankful that I made it quick for her. It touched me that in the bad, he was able to see the silver lining. I thanked him before leaving on the train.

I didn't have any hand in the two from Seven so neither seemed to salty. They had been knocked out of the Games in the first hour so they had plenty of time to heal. They were like any other family, weeping, crying and wishing their child was in my place.

Six was just cold towards me. Kendrick's family looked like they were plotting my death. I knew their son could have escaped the fire if me and lavina hadn't hurt him. Kendrick's little sister stuck her middle finger up at me, only to have it slapped down by her older brother. For the Quinn's, only Acacia's mother, the victor, stood there, looking too broken to even look up at me.

For five, Oliver's mother and father were not there. The boys, who I assumed were his brothers, held hands and weeped, the eldest trying to keep a brave face. Aziel's family were crying to but her best friend, the girl she volunteered for, looked guilt ridden as she dug her nails into her palms, drawing blood.

Four was mixed with emotions. There seemed to be a divide of people who cheered me on for killing Kaya's killer and some that hated me for killing Ezra. Ezra family seemed to hate me but they also didn't seem to expect any different. The eldest boy, Carter, looked at my leg and gave me a smirk. He knew I had scars from his brother than would always affect me and he took pride in that. Kaya's family was missing one of her brothers, I was informed the next day he had died from the illness Kaya volunteered to try and get treatment for. The family was reported missing a few weeks later.

Three had nothing to be hurt about this year, no one killed their tributes but the elements. Zelda always said people hated her but the District seemed broken about her death. Able's young family couldn't even look me in the eyes. They knew I had done nothing wrong but all they saw when they looked at me was their dead son.

I watched Two zoom past, the rocky mountains looming over me. Augusto watched it go past then went back to being grumpy. He had been like it since the train broke down and where had been delayed a day. He screamed at the conductor, threatening to break his neck until I talked him out of it.

When we arrived in One, my stomach dropped. I had done ten other speeches but this was the one I was dreading the most.

"The tributes from this District are-well, you know don't you?" Augusto said as he pushed me out onto the stage. I expected to have rotten food thrown at me but instead I walked to clapping. They were happy they at least got a career victor.

I looked up at Consus and Lavina's photo and looked away. They were joined together and their family stood under both. They both looked more like their father but had their mother's curly hair. There little brother made me feel sick, he was double of Consus and reminded me so much of Lavina.

I cleared my throat and looked at the card I held. I read about how the two were such good allies and how The District's loss lead me to victory, their family started to cry, their little brother keeping his head high even though tears were falling down his face. Their father looked guilty while her mother played with her lace dress. I finished, The District clapping. At the bottom of the card was something I had missed. In black, typed writing, "speak about Lavina". I looked over to Augusto who gave a nod.

"I couldn't save Consus, it happened too quick," I said, his mother looked up, turning to listen to me. "I had the chance to save Lavina but I couldn't bring myself to end my life, I am sorry I stole your daughter from you," I looked over to Augusto who gestured for me to carry on. "The truth is, a truth I wish I had told her before, I loved her...at first I thought it was because I was frightened but even now, six months after, I would give up everything I have, just to spend one more day with her. Consus was my friend, like my brother and Lavina was the girl I loved, for the first time, in many years, I felt loved. They understood me and supported me...and they were both taken away far too soon. So to the Zaphyrus', I am sorry it is me stood up here today and not Consus or Lavina," I started to cry, so I ended it. I looked over to Augusto who gave me a thumbs up before leading me away from the stage.

When we got to the train station, we found the train had broken down again. White Augusto paced getting impatient and threatening the conductor again, I decided to go for a walk around District One, accompanied by the friendly neighborhood Peacekeepers. I allowed them to lead me to Lavina and Consus house. I wasn't about to intrude on their family but I just wanted to see the place Lavina had told me so much about. It was beautiful.

The small, wooden house was on a large piece of land, open and fresh. I walked around the side of the rotting wooden fence until I had reached the end. There was a large, apple tree with a stone at the bottom, near me in some mud there was a similar stone. I leaned over to get a better look when a little voice stopped me.

"It's for Consus, he liked the mud," I turned around to see Pyter, their little brother stood, looking at me. "That one over there is for Lavina, there is lots of rabbits there, she liked animals," he said, taking a deep sigh. I knew what it was like to lose a brother, but two siblings in a matter of days, I couldn't imagine.

I smiled and lent against the fence, thinking of Lavina watching the rabbits while consus played in the mud like a child. Pyter ran inside, leaving me. I stayed looking at their graves for a few more minutes when Pyter ran back towards me, holding a pink fruit in his hands.

"These were Lavina's favorite fruit, she never shared it with anyone," he laughed, stroking it slightly. "She only got one for her birthday, same with me, I like them too. Well, she would have given her yours so I want to give mine to you," he said with a teary smile.

"Oh, no I couldn't take your birthday present-"

"Why-"

"It's yours," I laughed his smile vanished as he looked to the ground. He really wanted me to have it. "We could half it, I am okay with sharing it, that way we both get a bit," his face lit up as he ran inside again to get it cut. I waited and he came back, holding one-half in each hand. While he sat on the fence, I held it my half in my hand and smile.

"Are you not eating it?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"I am saving it for the train, it is a long journey y'know," he smiled and went back to eating. We talked for a few hours about our lives, about our lost siblings, placed flowers on Consus and Lavina's graves, payed my respects and promised that I would take Pyter to District Two and The Capitol one day. I wasn't sure how but I would find a way. For Lavina and Consus, I wouldn't let him turn out like me.

By the time I arrived in Two, I had eaten Pyter's gift but part of me was excited to be home. Augusto was over the moon. He was the happiest he had been in months. I looked at the platform of screaming people and smiled. Before I was just a dark brooding kid, now I was much more. I was a hero. I waved, my father most likely still at home, drunk.

I noticed the camera's were moving away from me and towards Augusto who walked straight past me. Like they had been briefed, the crowd fell silent as they parted ways, a heavily pregnant women, not much older than me ran out and flung her arms around Augusto who smiled into her neck. There was clearly a large age gap between the middle aged man and the girl who could not have been older than twenty but I had never seen him so happy. It all came together then, the phone calls, the anger about waiting four months to get home, the frustration at the delays. His girlfriend was going to drop at any moment and he wanted to be home for the birth. That must have been what the permission from the president was too, to claim the child as his own to the world.

I smiled and moved towards him but Caro moved me backwords and asked me to stay back. For a moment, I was worried they were going to be shot but instead, Augusto fell down onto one knee and held out a ring. At first, I thought it was a joke, maybe a small skit that would be shown on night time tv but instead, the girl agreed and Augusto kissed her. I stayed shocked for the rest of the day.

I banned my father from my house, under the suggestion from Augusto. He was only able to visit me if he told me in time for Augusto to be there. I expected him to never come but he tried. I still never really saw him as a father but I was thankful for his attempts to be one.

After a few days, the phone rang early one morning. I wasn't going to answer until I saw it was Augusto. I expected a drunk phone call after a night of partying. Instead, he sounded frightened. He begged me to come over right away so I did. I rushed over as fast as I could in my crutches, expecting to see the man held at gunpoint, instead, he opened the door sweating. He lead me into the living room.

"What if I am not a good dad, I am frightened, what if the kid hates me?" he shouted, kicking over furniture in frustration.

"You are a thirty-seven year old man who has killed people, how is this scary-"

"Because that small bundle of life that is being born upstairs depends on me, an arrogant party animal who, up until three years ago, would have slept with any woman who opened her legs!" he snapped, clearly upset. I assumed three years ago was when he met his soon to be wife. "He is the second child born to a victor, what if they force him to go into the Games like Acacia?" I had never seen true fear on his face and he was starting to worry me.

"Then we train him so if he does, he comes out-"

"I didn't want that life for my child though, I just want him to have a good life," he looked like he was about to cry when an old man appeared in the doorway.

"He is here," he said with a smile, Augusto's face when white as he stayed in his spot, shaking.

"Come on," I growled, limping off and up the stairs. Augusto quickly joined me, helping me up the steps. The second I was safe, Augusto ran up to the door and peered inside before quickly pulling his head back out.

"Augusto?" the mother called.

"I can't do it-"

"Get in!" I snapped, hitting him with one of my crutches. "You created it, you can face it," he gave me and nod and walked inside, very slowly. I followed him, the doctor shutting the door behind us.

The mother was laid on the bed, cradling a small baby. Augusto walked up to his son like it was going to shoot him in the face at any moment. He looked over at it and smile, stroking it's head.

"Here, hold it-"

"I might drop it-"

"No you won't, she laughed, placing the baby in his arms. He let out a little squeak as he cooed but it settled down quickly.

"And to think, you were frightened," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. The woman laughed but Augusto's smile dropped.

"How about you have a hold, Atlas?" he said with a smirk, walking over to me and passing the small life form into my arms. I held it close to my body, frightened I would drop it. I looked over to Augusto with panicked eyes but he just laughed.

"We are going to call him Zeus, Augusto's choice," the blonde woman said with a smile. I looked up in shock at my old mentor but he just gave me a wink.

I looked down at the baby and felt a smile tug at my lips. He had fluffy, curly black hair and grey eyes. His skin was wrinkled and tanned. He looked like a raisin but I also thought he looked cute. I started to cradle him and he cooed. I now had two little brothers to look after.

The two little brothers are Pyter and Zeus, he plans to help look after both.

I hope you like how Atlas turned out and I suggest you go and read his POV in the training chapter to understand why the fruit meant so much to him. It also shows you how much he has developed over the story.

All that is left now is the what could have been chapters and then this story is completed. I am so pleased, I finished it and I am proud!