This is it! The final chapter. I'm sorry it began so late in Catching Fire. If I could redo this whole thing I may have started it earlier, but then again I may not have gotten this far so… who knows? Anyway, I'll stop talking now. Enjoy!

The canon rings out right as I splash into the sea and collapse face first beneath the waves. The salt immediately burns my body: my arms, my legs, my face, everywhere the mist touched. I rise up and cry out, a loud guttural scream, less from the pain and more from the enormity of what I had done. I left Haymitch after all. I left him to die. I squeeze my eyes shut and let the pain from the sea distract me. I can feel the poison beginning to seep out of my pores, but the process is slow and excruciating. Good. Anything to stop me from thinking about what I have just done, what the Capitol has just done. I look down at my mottled and disfigured limbs and see a steady stream of murky liquid leaving them. The blisters slowly shrink in size and I sink deeper into the water, down to my neck.

I stay in the water until I can no longer feel any pain from the mist, the only evidence of its existence remaining are the marks dotting my skin and the void left by Haymitch's absence. I drag myself onto the sand near my bow just as the artificial sky begins to lighten to a pale blue and I wait. I am tired but it is too dangerous to sleep now, not with it only being me and Enobaria left. She would have heard the canon; she will be searching for one of us today. I will be ready. I know that I have to win.

I am not waiting long. I spot Enobaria emerging from the cornucopia at dawn and I rise slowly to my feet. I hold my bow firmly in one hand and reach behind me, instinctively grasping for an arrow from my sheath, only I left the sheath of arrows behind on the bed of leaves when the fog began to set in. My hands drop to my side and I take a step back. She has not seen me yet. I could retreat and come back now that I know where she is hiding, but I do not know exactly where Haymitch and I had set up camp. And, I think, I don't want to go back in there. Not yet. I glance around for another option when I see one arrow sitting in the sand a few yards away from me. She still has not noticed me. I hurry to pick it up, remembering how I had loaded it into my bow when the rain had stopped. I must have brought this arrow with me when I ran then.

I load the arrow into my bow again and turn, raising it in anticipation of my final kill, but Enobaria is gone. I look around, frantic. Did she see me? Does she know I'm here? I grimace and clasp both the bow and arrow in my right hand, readying myself to go after her. I have to. I rush into the ocean again and swim towards the cornucopia, all the while watching for Enobaria from all sides. Once I get there I reload my bow and sidle towards the tail of the cornucopia, trying to keep my back to it as I peek around the other side. She's not there. Is it possible she went back inside? Could I be that lucky? I start to sneak around the other side towards the mouth of the big horn when I hear a slight shuffling sound behind me. I duck and roll just in time to avoid being stabbed in the neck by Enobaria's knife. It was a trick after all. I rise up on one knee to shoot her, but she is too fast and she dives at me, flashing me her muttated grin. I fall to my side, losing my grip on both the bow and arrow which she kicks out of reach before striking again. I roll to avoid the blow, tossing up clouds of sand in her face while staggering to my feet. She snarls savagely and reaches for my legs with her free hand but falls short. She then lunges for me with her blade. I scream as the knife sticks in my calf and I fall. She's on me in a second, abandoning the weapon in favor of her trademark method of murder. "Goodbye Katniss," she hisses from atop my back. "It's been fun."

She leans in toward my neck and I try to push myself up to no avail. It is no use; my hands cannot find purchase on the sand and I am not strong enough to topple her anyway. Enobaria has won.

Just as I am thinking this, I see it: the one thing that can save me. I feel Enobaria's sharp teeth press against my skin and I reach out and grab the arrow. It has broken in half from when Enobaria tried to kick it away before, leaving just the half with the tail here. My fingers close around it. Enobaria's teeth lock around the side of my throat. I don't hesitate, I lift and bring the sharp stick down on the back of Enobaria's neck with as much force as I can, the only place I can reach with certainty. She screams and releases me, sitting up and putting less pressure on me so I am able to roll and kick her off. She falls back and I stare at her. The arrow shaft is buried deep in Enobaria's neck and blood is freely flowing from the wound. I mechanically reach up to my own neck and feel the little grooves left in my skin by her teeth. That could have been either one of us a few seconds ago. She just stares at me wide-eyed now, her screams choked off by the blood building up and spilling out of her mouth. Eventually she falls back, unable to support herself and lands in the sea, turning the water directly around her body a dark crimson. I look away.

BOOM. There, that's it, the final canon. I take a shaky breath. I have done it. I have won. I can go home. I want to believe that once I do everything can go back to normal; everything can go back to the way it used to be before all of this. But I know better. If I have learned anything from the tributes of the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games, it's that nothing ever goes back to normal. These games will follow me for the rest of my days. Every waking hour, minute, will be plagued by the faces of those fallen around me, and every year I will have to assist with the addition of more murders. Nothing will ever be the same again.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present to you the victor of the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen from District Twelve!

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