I cannot believe we are at the end of The Insights of Victors! Ahhhh this is insane I can't quite believe it.

This is the very last chapter (sob) thank you so so so much to all my wonderful reviewers out there! I hope you keep on reading this story however I had so much writing it, this became a balm to me at times.

Here we have the final excerpts from Finnick, Peeta, Katniss and one final person.

Enjoy!

75.

Finnick Odair, Male Victor, District 4.

It's as if my eardrums themselves are bleeding into my brain, coating it in a layer of frightened confusion and sheer fear that turns my blood cold and while it's stifling in the tropic air I'm shivering. No one comes near me, they think if they do I'll snap at them for some reason and I look over at Katniss and I can't help but admire her strength. We'd both been in there for an hour and the screams...oh god the screams. They tore into your skin and ripped at you, they nestled themselves deep into your ears and your brain and your mouth so you can physically taste them as they all scream for my help. But I can't help them, I don't think I've ever been able to help them which means my long line of 'lover's' has all been for nothing. I haven't been able to protect them at all because those demonic birds, the jabberjays, they mimic what they hear. Even though Beetee and Katniss try and tell me they are just vocal distortions I know the truth. They got them, he got them and he's making them suffer for all I've done wrong. If only I knew what it was I'd done so wrong when I have done absolutely everything he's asked of me and more. I've gone above and beyond the call of duty and it's still not enough. I think the reapings in District 4 were rigged, the Capitol's playboy and his deranged friend. They didn't expect Mag's beautifully kind heart to get in the way of their plan. Annie would have already been dead if it had been her in here along with me. She might even have killed herself before it started. I'm scared they are already dead though, Mags is dead. There are only a handful of people I couldn't bear to lose in the world, one of those five is already gone. They got Johanna's family, maybe they are dead. It would be the death of me for sure. I think I'd stab myself with my own trident if they were. I want them all to bother with me though instead of shying away from me, I don't want them to just sit by themselves, or in the star-crossed lover's case together, while I absentmindedly do whatever I can to calm down. I spear some fish. It reminds me of home and I stop at once. I don't want to think of Annie, Charm, Mags or any of the tributes I have mentored and watched die. I heard all of them and my mother and my father's screams and even though I don't remember their voices I knew it was them screaming. Each one as prominent as the last one. Even in my sleep that night I see all of their faces, reaching out a hand for me to join them in the list of the fallen, they are all ghostly white and so am I. Then they open their gaping mouths and scream again. I am gripping the sand beneath my fingers as I try to jolt myself awake and as I do I reel away from my visions and the salty waters before me. Having the arena best suited towards District 4 is perhaps the cruellest thing the Capitol has ever done to me.

75.

Peeta Mellark, Male Victor, District 12.

I want to thank him both so much when he swims over to me and coaxes me till I calm down. I'm not looking at him or Mags though, my eyes are firmly planted on her and she's nodding ever so slightly telling me it's alright. I wonder what on earth Finnick did to prove to Katniss he was worth being a part of her alliance, maybe it's his close relationship with Mags who for some unknown reason she wants. But I am so infinitely happy she has decided to have allies because we won't survive without them, not with the career pack that has formed and Finnick is a very good choice. There is also a lot more to him than meets the eyes. Haymitch told me in private when I begged him to help me save her that I would have help in the arena who are also after the same fate and this must be what he means. Haymitch is clever, he wasn't so stupid as to name those who would want to help us, the Capitol might as well as blow them sky high as soon as they arrive. I think District 3 are in on it too, that is rather a lot of help a good mixture of brains and brawn. I don't think I fit either of those categories though. So I grab Finnick a little tighter than I normally would have and he swims almost effortlessly over to me, it's a wonder to feel how the water moves through him instead of with him. It's like he is a ripple himself moulding to fit the waves. He thinks I'm just scared of the water, I'm not. I'm scared of the careers still out there and to me she looks very vulnerable standing there unsure of what to do, every second without me there to protect her is a second in which she could be taken from me. I will not allow that to happen. I must die in the arena and Katniss Everdeen must live. She is more than the eternal mockingjay, she is the life force of the rebellion itself and the model for what every victor, tribute and citizen of Panem should aspire to be, and I love her. Infinitely forever I will love her. I will die for her so she can be the sole victor, the victor of all victors. If that means killing Finnick or any of the others that stand in the way of it then it must be done. I haven't killed at all yet, but I know with a chilled, stony heart that is about to change for good. Snow doesn't understand as he tries to eradicate the invincible from Panem, the ones who are getting above their station, he doesn't understand that the invincible cannot be erased. It is the meaning of the word itself and it shows he doesn't understand. The strong will be wiped out, obliterated and gone forever, but the one invincible one among us will remain forever. Killing Katniss Everdeen does not matter, she will live on. She is already immortal.

75.

Katniss Everdeen, Female Victor, District 12.

The realisation that he's gone is too much for me to even try to comprehend. My head is lying on my own selfish source of comfort, the strong and steady heartbeat I know I will always find when I rest my head on that spot, and it's blank. It's silent. There is not even one thump to console me and that thought spirals round and round, tears falling from me eyes at once as I begin to shake him desperately, his head lolling like a rag doll. He's dead, he's dead, he's gone and left me. And then I'm doing all I can to injure and maim Finnick as he blocks his nostrils. I knew I should never have trusted the flashy, charming snake and then I'm hurled backwards into a tree and as I'm dazed I realise it is Finnick who is the culprit and I notch an arrow as fast as I can, ready to let it sink deep in his heart. But he's kissing Peeta. And it's so bizzare I falter and look to Mags who is watching on with concern but her eyes are also flashing to me, begging me not to kill the man who is practically her son in front of her. It's this combined with the slowly dawning realisation of what Finnick is actually doing for Peeta that makes me stop. I wouldn't kill Finnick in front of Mags, to do so would mean I would lose her for good. She might even kill me for doing it. He seems to be the only thing she really cares about, it's like she is his guardian angel. His mentor and the only person to truly understand him. Then Peeta is coughing when I've already convinced myself that he's gone forever and all thoughts of the enigma that is Finnick Odair is removed from my mind. And as I clasp him to me content to never ever let him leave me again, my emotions turn from the wreck I have been at his near death, to overwhelming relief and then to angry, bitter disappointment at myself. Why couldn't I have been the one to do that? Why did it have to be Finnick Odair of all people that saved him. Why couldn't I have remembered it earlier instead of panicking, I should have been the one to save him and I'm not capable of even doing that. I have to rely on other people and I've never, ever been good at that. The people I have relied on have all been hurt, my mother, Gale, Peeta and poor poor Rue. A brief flash of her crosses my face as Finnick dismisses my emotions on my 'pregnancy' and again I want to sink my arrow into his face. It's such a strong desire my fingers flex as I glare at him and he knows what I want to do. I will never stop owing Finnick Odair and I will have to kill him to save Peeta. For Peeta is the only shred of kindness, of humanity left in the world. We cannot destroy that. He is a good person; he is not tainted by the blood on our hands like the rest of us are. He is above such things in a way I can never be, not since I dropped that swarm of trackerjackers on the careers last year and began my bloody kill list. Peeta must survive and I must die. It is simple to me, a life without him is not a conceivable idea anymore and not for the first time I begin to wonder if Haymitch, my drunk mentor is far far more perceptive and cleverer than I ever gave him credit for. To me Peeta Mellark is what Panem needs. They need a leader, they need someone who can paint a picture for all to see with his silver tongue, someone to inspire them and lead them courageously into battle. They do not need a simple girl with a pin of a bird on her clothes, a braid down her back and hands ready to slice.

76.

Honoria Crane, Female, The Capitol.

I was trembling, I couldn't stop myself. Clyde told me to stop panicking they were only games after all. We watched them every year, the front row sometimes or occasionally just on TV. My father used to be Head Gamemaker but he was sentimental. He allowed the victors of the 74th Hunger Games to live because of their love. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark were so deeply in love with one another they decided that death was better than living without the other. I crave that kind of love, to one day be loved as much as Katniss is. I styled my hair in her signature braid, I was one of the first to do it and then everyone copied my idea. My father did not survive and wash punished for his mistake. I did not understand it, he allowed two people to live for love. Of course I wanted Katniss to win the games, I wanted Peeta to win too. I was over the moon at their survival, I wanted to know everything about the two of them. I bought any magazine with an article about them, watched any programme that highlighted them. I bought a front row seat to the Victory Tour and saw them at the part at President Snow's mansion. He had been ever so nice to me after the death of my father, I don't quite understand why but the attention is lovely. I felt like a celebrity myself wandering around introducing myself to all the victors and they were all so brave and strong and beautiful. I aspired to be just like them one day. Then the 75th Hunger Games came around, the Capitol and I learned of Katniss and Peeta's engagement and wedding which would never happen. I begged President Snow as did the rest of the Capitol to stop the games. I couldn't bear to watch them die, I knew I wouldn't watch a single part of those awful games. I didn't buy my ridiculously priced ticket for the first year ever and I sat at home demanding my mother to not tell me if any of my favourites were dead. Then I changed tack and became addicted once I heard how Katniss and Peeta had allied with Finnick Odair and Johanna Mason, my four favourite victors all on one team. I had to save all of them. I was the one who got them sponsors, their mentors were rubbish. It was I who spent the money and encourage my many wealthy friends to send medicine, food and that life saving spial. I was always a little in love with Finnick Odair.

There never was a victor, my plan had succeeded in a way I never thought it would. The second rebellion had begun with all my favourite tributes going up against the Capitol. I didn't understand what we had done wrong to them, but a large part of me wanted to join them because they were just so brave and awe-inspiring. It seemed like the right thing to do. When the pods opened up on the streets and began killing my friends and people I knew I hid in my apartment all day praying for the nightmares to be over. I wept for hours when I heard of the bombs dropping on the children of the Capitol. I wept for days on end when I heard Finnick Odair had been killed in action, killed fighting for what he believed in.

The Capitol crumbled, I didn't understand. Our President had been killed, the rebellion's leader had been killed. I thought naturally Katniss, the Mockingjay and symbol of the rebellion would become the new leader of Panem but she did not. Someone unimportant took over, someone I didn't know and us, the rich and famous children of the Capitol, were rounded up by the rebels and prepped for something, we didn't know what even as we were stripped of our couture clothing and into the same common outfits. We didn't understand as we rose out of those tubes till we saw the crowds around us. Their faces were all the same and they held no colour at all. None of them stood, just a mass of faces. They didn't cheer however, they were silent, it was ominous and oppressive. I was still trembling as I stood on my platform looking at the arena in front of me. It was the clock from the 75th Games. They hadn't bothered to change it. I stared at the water below me. I was thankful I could swim, we all could in the Capitol. I couldn't see Clyde, my best friend but I could see the others all of whom I knew. Some looked confused, some looked grief stricken, all looked terrified. Something was counting down and I began to panic again, it was all too familiar. What was I doing in the arena of all places? I didn't make sense, we were told only one thing. To win no matter what the odds were. It sounded very familiar to the catchphrase we use every Hunger Games and my blood ran cold. It chilled me from the inside out. A microphone was being tapped and I looked up towards the box the President always stood in, only to see a face I had seen many times, a face I had admired many times as she signed my death warrant. "Let the 77th Hunger Games begin."

I blinked but moved at once, I knew the rules. I didn't understand but I knew the rules. I dove into the water, my plan being to copy everything Katniss Everdeen, who was watching me from that box, had done last time. I prayed to whoever might listen there would be a lovely Finnick waiting for me there to ally up with me but instead I just missed a knife whizzing over my head. I screamed and ducked, my body wet, cold and shivering despite the tropical temperatures all around me. I grabbed a bow on my way and a quiver of arrows and slung them over my back trembling as I did. They were heavy and foreign in my grip, I had a pretend bow at home but it was nothing like this sleek, silver model in my hand. I climbed up onto the Cornucopia itself and tried to put an arrow in the bow like I had seen Katniss do so many times. It took me ages and my friends below me all stood looking up at me in surprise and horror as I finally got the position right and pulled back on the bow. It was so hard. The effort I had to put in just to make the arrow point straight ahead and not fall out was incredible. I turned round to look at Katniss Everdeen herself whose arms were crossed, her eyes resolute and an eyebrow quirked as her eyes fell on her old friend in the Games. I rashly shot one arrow at her which popped out of the bow and fell limply to the floor. All around me there was the sound of laughter, but the Mockingjay herself looked away and in that second I knew she felt immensely guilty. I had at least hoped everyone would have got to meet me beforehand, the heroic chariot rides, the training scores so we could at least try to prove ourselves and try to get some sponsors, not that there would have been any in these particular games. They could have dolled me up and made me as beautiful as they all had been in their interviews, a great sweeping dress and my face on every TV in Panem. I turned my back on my hero and looked below me.

The screams had begun. The same boy, the same tribute who had tried to kill me just before with that knife was going round the small Island picking off his friends with his knife, ending their misery quickly as he was determined to become the first victor from the Capitol. Why were we all in the arena, all Capitol children. It was insane, it was wrong there should at least have been tributes from the other districts. Somewhere to my right the lightning struck the big tree and I bit the inside of my mouth to stop another scream at the sight of it. The power was radiating off of it and I still hoped it was a nasty, nasty dream. But it wasn't. I stood there watching the children I had grown up with, the children of the leaders of the Capitol being slain before my very eyes till there was the top three. The boy, his victim and me. I tried to take aim with the bow, concentrating every single force I had on the murderer and waited, arrow poised as he finished off his victim till there was just the two of us left. As his eye met mine I let my arrow fly and it hit him squarely in the chest. There was no roar of approval however like we used to shriek with every death. Instead there was just more silence. The boy staggered back and I slid down off the Cornucopia as the life began to leave his eyes, but I was too confident. It was the Capitol's undoing and it was to be mine. The boy wasn't quite dead and with a final thrust he thrust the knife into my stomach. The blood rose up in my mouth at once as I dropped my bow and clutched at my stomach, I began to cough up blood as the canon sounded and I too began to sink to the floor. I couldn't stop the flow of blood. People came out to collect me and black spots began to cover my eyes as the trees, the skyline and the rippling forcefield began to shimmer and sway. I had done what I had always wished for. I had competed in the Hunger Games, I was the last one standing. But I was no victor. There was never going to be another victor. The last thing my eyes glimpsed before the darkness overtook me was a figure bent towards me, her tears falling onto my cheek and the Mockingjay pin being removed and gently clipped onto my bloody jacket.

So there we have it folks. I decided to try a little switch up as I couldn't let the prospects of an unwritten Hunger Games go without getting my hands into it. I know it appears the 76th Hunger Games where tributes are made up of Capitol children doesn't exist but I would love to learn what might have happened if it did. All I know is it would be another terrible mistake as we see with Honoria Crane. Finally in an odd turn of events Katniss' wish prevails. The final Hunger Games has no victor, I cannot call Honoria one in my mind.

If you liked Honoria's story then let me know! Maybe I should extend it into something bigger? She's intrigued me as a character and was begging to close the Hunger Games here; if you didn't like it and want to stick with the thought that the 75th was the last games then don't read or erase Honoria Crane from your mind!

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