I'm sorry guys, but I'm going to have to discontinue this. I just sort of… lost the inspiration. I might write it again eventually. BUT I do have something for you. I've had the very last scene written out for a while now- or, the last scene of the games. So I'll share with you what I have and hope you'll forgive me.

I am, however, planning another one that will HOPEFULLY go more smoothly.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Cal Roberts- D6

I move on from the area quickly. As I rush off, Jocelyn's canon fires. That means that there were only two of us left- myself and Lillybet Norris. I know she heard the canon and I knew she'd be moving towards the Temple. I suppose I should start moving that way as well.

The sun was just starting to rise. The games will end today. I head east, towards the rising sun and the Temple. As I walk, I think. I can't possibly kill Lillybet, even if I want to. My only weapon is the knife that I took from Ebony's body after she was attacked by the pythons.

I'm much closer to the Temple than I thought, and have reached the Temple before midday. I walk across the clearing and began the ascent to the top of the temple stairs. When I reach the top, I am out of breath. And Lillybet is waiting.

"I can't believe that it's us." Lillybet says distantly. "I never expected to make it this far, but I didn't really expect you to make it this far either."

"Lilly, I don't want to kill you." I state.

"But you don't want to die." Lillybet looks at me and I realize the truth in her statement. I don't want to die, but I'm not prepared to kill.

I pull the knife out of my pack. Instantly Lillybet is on her feet, her weapon in her hands- a sharpened stick twice the length of my arm. I raise my hands, turning and flinging my knife to the ground below.

"Come and get me Lilly. I'm not afraid to die." My voice shakes as I speak because I'm lying. I am afraid to die.

I take a step back and my sneaker almost slips off of the edge. I feel myself begin to fall backwards. Lillybet charges at me as my feet leave the edge. Arms reeling, I scramble for a grip on something. But there's nothing. Lillybet flies over my head as my fingers find a grip on the edge. I slam into the hard stone wall panting. I look down as Lillybet grabs my ankle with my free hand.

Grunting, I try to maintain my hold on the wall. I can't fall. We'll both die from a fall at this height. I begin to pull myself back up when I feel a stabbing pain in my left leg and almost loose my grip. Looking down, I see what I feared most. Lillybet has stabbed my leg with her spear. A scream of fear escapes my lips and I kick at Lillybet, trying to pull myself up. My foot collides with something that makes a cracking noise, likely her nose. I pull myself back to safety and look down over the ledge.

Lillybet has already hit the ground, her stick lying next to her, broken. As I peer over the edge, something dawns on me. Through the pain in my leg and the blood and Lillybet's dead body, I realize that I've just won the Hunger Games.

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I hope you guys are satisfied. I really worked hard on it and hope it makes up for everything.