The end of Part 1! I'm very excited to start writing and posting Part 2: A Force in the Quell, which will be about Haymitch's games and victory tour. I decided to do a little bit of each epilogue from Haymitch's perspective. Well, I give you Part 1: The Epilogue.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the World I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the World that I'm coming home.
-Coming Home by Diddy Dirty Money feat. Skylar Grey
My eyes open to the picture of physicians and nurse scurrying everywhere. Mags is sitting in the chair beside me to my right and Wave to my left. "What...what's going on?" I asked tiredly.
"We're back in the Capitol, dear." It's Calypso, though, who answers me. She's watching me from the door frame.
"You've been healing. Four of your fingers have been amputated, thankfully that's the worst of your injuries. Your leg needed stitches and you've need a minor blood transfusion." Mags tells me. I look at my hands. Three fingers are missing from my left hand and one from my right. There's now a flesh like material covering where the fingers used to be, a prosthetic replacement. I flex them, and they all work just fine.
"How long have I been out?" I asked, feeling drained. Every ounce of me feels heavy and sore.
"Two days." Wave replies this time, and it looks as if he's been sober for a long time. "You've lost thirteen pounds in the games, so the Capitol has been trying to help you regain your weight and color, since you're underage for surgery."
"They've schedueled the recap and interview for tonight." Calypso says, and she looks disgusted. "Everything is planned out, no need to worry, dear."
I sit up. My blonde hair has lost most of it's blue dye. My skin looks like it's been died a shade darker, from all the blood and dirt caked onto my body during the games. They must have washed me several times because my skin feels smooth and I'm positive I can feel remains of grainy residue of that wash that removes most of your skin.
I'm ushered out no later than twenty minutes after I wake up. They have a room preppared for me that resembles my remake one. The triplets are waiting for me and when they see me it's a mixture of horror and delight.
Immediately Anette begins my hair, which she says is the second biggest horror, running up to my skin which Ninette decides to tackle. I reach up to see what she's doing. It feels wet and when my hand returns my finger is stained blue.
"More dye?" I pout, followed by a grimace as Ninette removes a wax strip. Who knew your hair can grow back a lot in thirteen days.
Colette is painting my nails and doing other cosmetic nessecities. "I swear, Serenity, your games were the best yet!" She says brightly.
I feel the sting in my eyes but hold back my tears, smiling at what would happen if I damaged my mascara. "What was your favorite part?" I ask softly, like I'm not fazed.
"I, personally, enjoyed the end when you got your revenge." Colette says, "A very dramatic ending."
"My favorite was when you and Fathom defeated Titus and you crush him in a hug." Anette decides.
"I happened to love when you and Trey kissed." Ninette says, the hopeless romantic she is. "Sorry." She adds as she not only rips another waxing strip but sees my face fall.
"My all time favorite was when you and Trey dropped the eggs on Jessa and Cristan." Calypso's voice rings through the room, dismissing the triplets from the room. Each of them give me a kiss on the cheek and a small hug for good luck. "Lift your arms." She ordered and slid a cotton-y fabric over my body.
She doesn't do anything else besides force me into a pair of gladiators and jacket. She shows me a mirror to look at myself. My hair is down in it's natural state with streaks of turquoise coursing through it. My eyes were given contacts to match the purple of the fabric of the dress. My eyelids are dusted with iridescant silver shadow, that shimmers on an angle. My lips are glossed shiny. As for my attire, I'm wearing a sundress the color of my opening ceremonies outfit- purple and sea green. I'm wearing a light jacket that match the streaks in my hair. I'm not Captiol.
I'm District Four.
"Go knock 'em dead!" Calypso whispers to me as they're announcing me on stage.
Caesar gives me the option of recap or interview first and I choose the recap. I might as well get it over with. So a huge screen plays for us and the crowd, and all of Panem.
It starts off with the horn signaling us to go. Some run to the Cornucopia, some run away. athey focus in on me and Faith. How I grab my stuff, barely beeing seen. And how Faith distracts Jessa, then elbows Fathom to help. It goes to me dropping the eggs on Jessa, meeting up with Trey. The audience laughs, and I can't help myself but laugh too. It shows some parts of me and Trey, some parts of Titus or Tye, and some with the Careers. I realize, only playing music makes it more enticing.
It shows when Faith pretends to go hunting but she really goes to poison Erik's food supply. How he's so close to dead but yet Jessa still comes and kills him harshly. It shows Titus's first attack to be witness with Cordilla. It transitions to the next day, when Trey and I find the Careers and the battle between Livia and Jessa. The Careers reaction to Titus's attack. I cry silently when we get to the part where Trey dies, seeing Tye sneak up and attack him first then Titus eating him. I try not to smile seeing Jessa and Cristan being mauled by a wolf.
Tears roll down my cheeks as I see me and Ebony pair up, then Tye setting the fire that attracks the Careers, and Cristan killing Ebony. I smile smally, triumphantly when I kill Cristan. My grin deepens when I see Fathom shout at Jessa again. More tears come when I see Tye kill Blue and Jessa comforting him in his last seconds, promising what it seems like to protect me. I had it so wrong. I cry from there on out. Seeing the monster I become when I kill Jessa.
Reliving Faith's death, which turns out to be the most bloodiest and tragic. Me hugging Fathom after he saves my life. Him and Tye's battle. Fathom's death. Then the most epic out of all of them, and I'm not being biased here, Tye and I. It seems to last a lot longer than the ten minutes I depicted it. The best part, my revenge. And it ends with me looking up and smiling as they announce me winner.
My reaction is serenly calmer than most usually are. I don't know what to say. It's sad, yes, but I don't feel heart broken. Why should I? This is what we have to do when it's a battle to the death. Yes, the pain is undescribable of losing people that mean a lot to you. But they're in a different, better place than Panem. Anywhere is better than Panem, and to some extent I envy them for being able to leave. But I don't regret what I've done. What I've had to do. Everything happens for a reason.
"That was some fight at the end." Caesar says, and the crowd cheers in agreement. "This huge two hundred fifty, 6"5 boy fighting this 5"1 ninety pound girl in hand-to-hand combat and she wins."
I smile with all the charm I have, "You know that part where I told Tye I hated him?" He nods. "Well, as I'm entertaining him I'm thinking of how to beat him, you know? If he had a weapon, I'd have have no chance of beating him. Wrestling him was a huge gamble but I guess it worked in my favor.
Caesar shakes his head. "I don't know about that. We've all seen you with a knife and how handy you are with it. I imagine that's how you got a ten." He sees me blush and smile. "That is how you got a ten, isn't it?"
"Partly." I admit. "But I also used a spear, I'm good with those. To bad you guys never got to see me with a spear. You could have seen my mad skills." I karate chopped the air to show how naive I can act when I want to.
"So how does it feel, being the youngest tribute to ever win the Hunger Games?" He asks me, the crowd is silent, dying for my response.
"Honestly? It feels like I've achieved something that has never been done before. And no one has! It's amazing that I, a small twelve year old, could beat everyone else. It feels wierd too. I mean, I'm twelve and I get my own house with riches someone could only dream of!" I lie, squealing.
Remember Serenity: no remorse.
Haymitch's POV (AN: He's fourteen now, fifteen in the games)
I stared at the tv in disgust. This girl, Serenity Starr, absolutely repulses me. This twelve year old has murdered three people and she feels no sympathy for her actions. "I can't watch this." I announce to my mother, my younger brother Terran, and my long time girlfriend Andromeda.
Terran, who's only eleven, is staring at the tv in a daze. "I don't understand how, she's gorgeous."
He's so absorbed in her long platinum blonde hair. I would say it was dyed but there's blue streaks in there too, and she's underage to have her hair dyed that much without parental consent, and from what Panem has seen of her mother, she gave no permission.
I guess she's pretty if someone came up and asked me. I don't like her purple eyes, they seem too unnatural, too Captiol. And she seems a tad bit irritated by the contacts, it's obvious they're contacts, because she keeps rubbing her eyes when she feels they're not paying her enough attention.
"Give her a break, she's young." Andromeda says. I know for a fact she sympathizes for her. She would make me watch with her whenever Serenity became in trouble.
"She seems mature enough to handle a Capitol audition and control the crowd." I raise my eyebrow.
"She did what she had to do to keep her life." Andy defends. "What if it was me, Haymitch?"
I stare at her. Unlike most poeple from the Seam she has brown eyes, like the color of coffee, a rarity. "It would never be you." I dead-panned. I can't even imagine the thought of her up there.
"But what if it was." She presses and I say nothing. "What if you loved her? Then what?"
I shake my head. "I don't know, and I don't think about it, because that will never happen."
"What if you fell in love with a girl who was like her? What if you fell in love with a girl who won the games?" She asks.
My voice is firm. "I will never love a girl like Serenity Starr, nonetheless her herself."
The END of Part One: The Youngest Tribute.