I am in a hovercraft, carrying me out of the arena to the 'glamorous' Capitol. An achievement of a lifetime is now just a weight on my shoulders. I won the Hunger Games, killed several people, and for what? To be interviewed for a second time by Caesar, and him showing me all my kills in the Games. No, I won for my family back home, for Tyler, for my District. When I take a seat next to Caesar, fame will strike me like a lightning bolt.

Riley Cone, Victor of the 43rd Hunger Games.

My life will be known as that, a survivor of the Games. I will have the advantage of not working in my District's Industry, but I will have to mentor the tributes after me. Year after year, I will help them survive when I know we won't have a victor for a long time after me. When I am still debating my thoughts, Portia taps me on the shoulder.

"Remember me?" She asks

I jump up and hug her, "Portia I have missed you! I never thought I would but I did!" I am hugging her and tears roll down my face.

"The hovercraft landed and your interview with Caesar awaits you." Portia grabs my hand and escorts me out of the hovercraft to the Training Center Building, where my interview will be held.

I walk out of the hovercraft and into the building. Several Capitol Citizens congratulate me on my way there. It started out as a small crowd of people, but it has expanded to a full out what looks like a mob of people. Some touch my hair, feel my arena uniform, one person even attempts to hold my hand. I jerk my hand away, of course, and continue to the room where I first met my stylist, Jamie.

"Riley! You look terrible!"

"How am I suppose to look good after winning the Hunger Games?"

"True, but I need you to get ready with your prep team and come back ASAP for your dress!" I head over to the Remake Center for my prep team.

I look around me at the empty rooms, rooms that made tributes appear to be dolls. Even though every room is private, I see some silver doors opened, and it is as empty as President Snow's heart. My prep team rushes over to me and hauls me to my room. They engaged in polite chit-chat with me about the Games and my Victory, but they soon stop and just try to focus on my body. They do what they did the first time I was here, but now I am actually glad I am being cleaned. I want my scars and memories of the Games to disappear, and this seems like the way to do it.

After about 20 something minutes they stop "We shaped you like clay, you are like a clean slate now. Whatever Jamie gives you will show your impression for the Capitol, and the Districts."

I wave goodbye, a few hugs and I am off to Jamie. Jamie shoves open the wooden double doors, pulls me inside and already laid our the dress. She really knows how to welcome somebody into a room. Before I can retaliate, I look over at the dress. It is coal black, gives off a radiant illuminating of a slight fire, and there are jewels embedded on the near neck area. I practically glow in the dark.

The dress fits me right now more than anything. I am radiant, I am glowing, I am a Victor. Jamie correctly shows I am not weak, strong enough to fight my way back home and shows I am a star, glowing. Jamie looks at me with her eyes filling with tears, and hug her. The happiest day in my life, is when I realize I didn't have to give it up to the Games.

"Caesar will be calling you any minute, go and wait next to the stage." She says wiping tears away

"Thanks Jamie." I whisper, and them I am gone.

There are Capitol cameramen and women who are filming my every move, they are invading the only kind of privacy I have left. When grabs me and tries to ask me questions, I punch him in the face. Then continue walking, all the people turn their cameras off and leave the area. I place myself in the line I waited in only days ago. Only thing different is that I am at the front of the line. My ears pick up on Caesar talking about me to the crowd.

"Let's welcome our most recent victor, the first from District 12, Riley Cone!" Caesar shouts into the microphone, I then bounce to my chair next to him.

"Riley, I am so glad that you are here today, you have touched our hearts when you were in the arena. And my goodness that dress of yours, so beautiful! You look more radiant as ever!" The crowd claps and I blush a little, that makes them go wilder.

"Okay, lets get on with the show. When you were on your pedestal, admiring the arena, what kind of feeling did you feel as the countdown marked to 1?"

"I felt scared, more than scared, terrified. You all watched the Games, District 12 didn't win a single time, not even close. So when the timer marked 1, I was actually just hoping my death was quick." The crowd is shocked, gasping that I didn't think my odds were correct.

"We all held our breath when you stumbled into that meadow, which eventually became poisonous every day at 12, how did you feel when you somehow survived?"

"To be honest, I kind of thought I was going to survive it. District 12 has some pretty bad air, and of course it isn't pretty, so I didn't think poison was that big of an obstacle. But, I cannot lie, I was scared to death when my assumption was almost proven wrong."

"Now, the real heart breaking moment of the Games. Tucker's death. We all thought the odds were in the favor for you two, but it wasn't. You held Tucker until he died, and that is what matters most of all about your large heart."

I can't help it, I cry. Caesar comes over and comforts me until I cried myself out. He then distracts the crowd with showing them the highlights of the Games, and I stop crying to watch my face on the screen. The lights dim for the crowd to see and I wipe away the tears, watching with my gray Seam eyes.

The clip shows the 'highlights' of the Games. Cornucopia bloodbath. Boy from 7 about to fall off the mountain. Poisonous meadow. Finding Tucker. Tucker murdering the boy from 4. The mountain raining with boulders. The Feast. This one is new to me, the girl from 8 dying by the eagle mutations. Then the final clip, me viciously murdering the girl from 7.

"Well, Riley Cone everybody! The Victor of the 43rd Annual Hunger Games!" He grasps my hand, then raises it up to the crowd.

I then find myself on a balcony, overlooking the Interview Area. The place were President Snow crowns his victors. I am sitting in a chair and I wait for him to appear with my crown. He does eventually and he has the golden diamond embedded crown on a purple velvet pillow. Snow then takes the crown in his white gloved hands, and places it perfectly on my head. The thought of one thing goes through my head.

I won the 43rd Annual Hunger Games.

THE CHAPTER TO TRUMP ALL CHAPTERS IS HERE! I am soo glad for you people who review on the story, I really appreciated it. Since this story is over, you guys can start on my Powerless: 57th Hunger Games.

Districts I DEFINITELY will Fanfic in the Future:

3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, and 11.

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