A/N: Hey guys, I'm back, and this is actually the last chapter, and it's kinda short.
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After that, I died.
Yeah, I wasn't too keen to believe it either, but it was weeks before I woke up. At first, I wasn't sure what was going on. It had to be a dream, I told myself, but no, it wasn't. I was alone in a room with stitched-up scars all down my chest. Something felt… peculiar. I sat up fully in the bed and pulled back the sheets. One leg, but where was the other? All that remained was a patched stump. My throat felt incredibly scratchy, and sore, like it had been cut. Now that I thought about it, everything was a bit fuzzy. What happened? After I sat for a minute, the door opened, and a peacemaker came in.
He filled me in. I died, the Capitol brought me back from the dead to be a peacemaker. Apparently it was common practice. Secret to the districts, of course. He told me I'd be getting a new leg. Some top-of-the-line Capitol technology, too. I'd seen the peacemaker's carbines before, but I was sure they'd take a bit of getting used to.
So here I am, ex-tribute, loser of the 116th Hunger Games, and Peacemaker May.
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A/N: Hopefully this doesn't sound like a cop-out, but this is really how I'd envisioned this ending since day 1. I wouldn't have my tribute win, that'd be to cliché, and I didn't want to have to have some sort of noble-sacrifice-type thing since that's lame. Anyway, it is with a clear conscience and heavy hand I move this story from in-progress to complete. This has been a truly wild ride and I've loved every second. For now, I've been Pix, and I hope you all enjoyed.
Just in case anyone was wondering, the Victor is the girl who escaped the firefight last chapter. For canon's sake.
