Long overdue but I DID IT! Final chapter. Hell Island is officially completed. Onto my third story, Chosen Warriors. I am so thankful to everyone who read, reviewed and submitted to this story. It has been a blast. I have learned a lot from this single story that I hope reflects in Chosen Warriors. So, without further interruptions, your latest victor, Lux Hymnoor!

Lux Hymnoor POV:

The train pulled into my station. I stood at the window as the world outside came to a stop. The vast area of woodland near my District replaced with a hundred unimpressed faces. I knew they would do nothing against me, the punishment would be too great but I still felt my heart jump as the metal door whooshed open. As I looked around the crowd, I felt myself give a sharp intake of breath. None of them looked happy to see me, like I was a cockroach they thought they had killed.

I looked over my shoulder towards Lujza who didn't even seem the slightest bit shocked. He gave me a shrug that said it all. Did I really expect my District to give up their beliefs, no matter how wrong they were, just for my victory? Even Lujza had told me himself that he shared their beliefs once but three weeks in a death Game shows you that there is other things to be concerned about other than who loves who. It was heartwarming to know he accepted me but scary to know it took a matter of life and death to change his mind.

Just as I was about to step off the train and onto the platform, twenty Peacekeepers huddled around me holding riot gear as they created a protective shield around me. One signaled me to step off the train while two more helped me and Lujza down. As they pushed through the silent crowd, the only people that looked happy were the small children that held their packages of sweets tightly in their hands but in time, they would learn to hate me to. No matter what fortune I earned them.

As we were lead through the streets, a familiar voice called my name "Lux, my boy!" I turned to see my mother running towards me, her arms out wide and tears streaming from her eyes. I halted as my brown eyes fell on my father who dragged his feet behind my mother, is face stern. "I was so worried you was going to die." she went to hug me but the Peacekeepers around me put their shields up, blocking her attempts.

"You missed me?" I said breathlessly.

"Of course, we never wanted you to go but it was necessary-"

"What?"

"The silly facade needed to stop, you can't live in this fantasy world forever," my father said bluntly, earning an angered side glance from my mother.

"What we means is, you are a victor now, you could have any woman in this District...once you get married, all of this will stop and in time, you will fix yourself-"

"You think if it was that easy I would not have done it by now? Just so I could live a normal life?" I asked, trying my best to stop the tears falling from my eyes.

"If that is how it is going to be, then you are no son of mine," my father sighed, grabbing my mother's arm and pulling her away.

"Please, just think about how your attention seeking is effecting this family and tearing us apart, we love you," she cried as my father pulled her away.

"If you loved me, you would accept me!" I bellowed, tears streaming from my eyes. As the crowd from the station booed me, Lujza pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"Don't cause a scene," he hissed before pulling away and pushing me forward. As I moved away from the loud, heckling crowd who comforted my family, telling them they did the right thing, I kept my head low. I could feel the stares of disgust as I walked past the marketplace and towards the victors village. At one point, a group of children were told to move on by Lujza as they cursed in my direction. As The Peacekeepers stopped to lock the gate behind me, I noticed a small figure stood outside one of the houses.

"Brites!" I screamed with joy as I darted from the shield of Peacekeepers, much to their protest and ran towards the boy. When I got close enough, I saw he had thick tears streaming down his face and his body was shaking from his whimpers.

"Your parents left, they didn't want to be near me," he sighed, trying to keep a brave face on.

"What did they say to you?" I asked, but Brites just forced a smile and shook his head.

"I missed you," he said through a small hiccup, a weak smile tugging at his lips. I could not help the large one that engulfed my face as I pulled him into a hug.

"I missed you too," I sighed into his collar.

I stayed in the front room of my new house, taking in the size and sheer amount of money that went into creating it. Brites showed the Peacekeepers and Lujza out of the house and locked the door behind them, fearing what would happen if he did not. I heard him walk next to me, looking at the both of us in the mirror that was hung over the fireplace, framing both of us in a solid gold frame. I looked at the difference in our looks and clothing. I was polished, my hair styled and my clothes were crisp and clean. Brites, on the other hand, looked like he had been living on the streets, which he most likely did after our relationship became public. His hair was mangled, his eyes weak, his skin covered in dirt and his clothes were dirty and worn out.

He turned to me with the weak, lonely smile and tugged at my white shirt, transferring some dirty onto it. I turned to him and he let out a weak laugh as he looked me in the eyes. "Say, those are some nice clothes, you think I could get any?" I tried to smile back but I felt myself falling so allowed myself to slip down the wall until I sat on the floor. "Are you okay?" Brites gasped, running to my side.

"No one cared in that arena that I was Gay, I was either an ally or a threat...For the first time in months, I had real friends who could look past my sexuality and stand by my side...but now they have gone," I said this with hardly any emotion as I looked around the house I had won but did not earn. "I killed people, Brites, I turned into a monster and almost died yet my family still can't look me in the eye because I am not normal-"

"You are normal, The Capitol is fine with gays-"

"The Capitol is not really the definition of normal, babe," I sighed, banging my head against the back to the wall.

"Hm, true but what I am trying to say is that does not matter, no one is normal, to The Capitol, we are freaks but it is the other way around for them," I tried to listen to his words but tears started to stream from my eyes. "I thought you were going to die in that arena, that I was going to be left in a place that never accepted me, nowhere safe to go so even if I only have you, I could not wish for anything more," his final few words stuck my head and bounced around like a tennis ball. I looked up at him with wonder and he raised an eyebrow.

"I know how I can make my victory worth it!" I cheered, wiping my tears and rushing out of the room.

By the time the victory tour came around, I had already proposed to Brites. I loved the man, if my family wanted to pretend I was not their son, so be it. I had decided to no longer hide from who I was anymore, I only had one life and I had to prove to all the fallen tributes that I had earned it.

I and Brites opened up our home to people of all ages of different sexualities. We were a safe place they could go. None of them ever came clean to their families but we offered a home they could be themselves in. It was rather shocking but also made me and Brites feel less alone to see how many people shared our struggles.

When it was time to leave my District again, it was nice to see the faces of the adults and the children we helped smiling as I boarded the train.

The first stop was District Twelve and although I did not know the tributes by name, I definitely knew them by looks. The District stared me down as I made my scripted speech, Selena's face looking down at me with hatred. I wanted to tell them that I was frightened and didn't think but nothing could bring back their children.

Next was District Eleven. It seemed Keith had no family or at least, no one who wanted to own up to being his family. Trill's couldn't even look me in the eye, to them, Trill should have been stood in my place.

District Ten was my first ally, Daston. I did not know him long but he was so young, it was sad to see his face and empty eyes. He wanted to die but he didn't have to. I never knew Indy but I could tell she carried so much regret she should have.

District Nine was the one I was dreading. Kirelle was not so bad, I did not know her but I guessed she was a nice person who did not deserve her death. However, Enoki, I knew all too well. I could hardly speak when I said his name. I promised to protect him but every time I thought about him, I just saw his mangled body on the shore. I was happy when it was time to leave.

District Eight was hard, again. I never knew what District Wover from but when I saw his face, my heart sank. He was my final ally who was so close to being where I stood now. His family and friends seemed heart broken as I talked about the tributes, the script I read sound so harmless and meaningless.

District Seven, I only knew Noah, I was not even sure when he died, I must have missed his cannon or I forgot, I hoped it was the first one. Heavenly always seemed kind and sweet, even if I only knew her for a little while.

District Six was Sherry and Tristan. I expected Sherry to win, she always seemed smart and cunning but she died hours before Tristan. My ally, he shouldn't have died where he did. Maybe it was fate but it was not his fault he stood on a sleeping Selena.

As District Five was my own District, we missed it out and went straight to Four. I never knew the tributes from there so it was easy. I could tell that they were not normal careers by the way their families wept for their loss of a child, not the loss of a victory.

Next was Three with Teje and Daniel. I did not know either of them again so like Four, it was easy. However, when Teje's father dropped to her knees and started to sob, I hated myself for placing such little value on their lives just because I did not know them.

Again, I had no connection to the two from Two, Logan and Hap. However, even though Logan seemed to angered and mean, I felt sorry for him. I am sure once it started, he did not want to be in the Game anymore than me. Hap's family, including the Mayor, looked sad as she Watched over them.

I was not sure what to expect from District One, their tribute dying to give me victory. I was briefed that they classed it as a suicide and did not see Aurum as brave in the slightest, even if to me, he was the bravest man alive. Bellona was a traitor, trying to kill her own District partner. All in all, it must have been the only year they were happy they did not win. Even if to me, both of their tributes were deserving of it.

After the party at The Capitol, I called Brites on these things called phones, something I had never seen before. His voice soothed me and assured me that I would be home soon.

"They say after the tributes are reaped in a few months, I won't be able to come home for ten years," I sighed, still angered by the idea.

"We will just have to make sure you get a Victor then," he said, trying to lighten the mood. It was not working.

"It's not fair, I was hoping after we married, we could maybe look into adoption-"

"We can do that when you come home-"

"In ten years?" I laughed in disbelief.

"Sure," he chirped, I could already picture the childish grin on his face.

"Will you be able to wait ten years for me?" I asked, taking a bite from my taco and leaning back in my chair.

"Dude, I allowed my family and District to disown me to be with you, I can wait ten years...even if that is a bloody long time."