'I think I found hell, I think I found something,' – The Neighbourhood, Female Robbery.

The Gamemakers didn't need to drive us together, did they? They distracted me and Finnegan long enough that Jacob would be able to find us himself. How clever. Shame I didn't see through it.

It doesn't bother me too much. Either way they'd drive us all together somehow. In much worse ways than this, no doubt.

'Well, we meet again,' Jacob sneers. 'I didn't expect you two would last as long as you did, so this is definitely a surprise. You both seemed quite... well, wimpy, in the cave. Refraining from killing? Or were you just too scared to kill? This should be quite easy, if you're too scared to kill.'

'We don't have any time for pleasantries, Jacob,' Finnegan snarls back.

'What can I say? I do like to be polite.' Jacob smirks. 'At least you have the good grace to keep a sense of humour during your last moments, eh?'

'Finnegan won't be dying anytime soon,' I say, sounding a lot braver than I feel.

'So, I suppose you'll be taking his place, then? How brave.' Jacob stares into my eyes, a smirk still on his lips. His attempts at intimidation don't affect me... much.

'I'll do whatever is nessecary,' I answer tightly.

'Whatever you wish. Now, I don't have all day.' Jacob whips a sword out of his belt and twists it in his hand.

I have my spear in my hand still, and Finnegan also pulls out a knife from his belt.

Jacob surprises us, darting forward to Finnegan, and managing to slash him in the arm as he attempts to dodge, provoking a yelp from Finnegan. I move forward and Jacob goes for me, I block his slashes at me with the shaft of my spear and Finnegan stabs Jacob in the leg. He wouldn't go for the fatal hit. At least, not yet.

Jacob cries out from the pain, but then laughs a hollow laugh. 'Is that really the best you've got?' He continues to laugh.

He grabs my spear, then chucks it away fro m him, and me, and goes after Finnegan again.

I rush forward to grab my spear from a clump trees just to the right of us, and turn back to Finnegan and Jacob. They continue to fight for a few minutes, but I just stand there. I can't seem to move. What is wrong with me?

They both mark only minor injuries on each other, little cuts, nothing major at all, and it looks as though Finnegan's got it under control. He has Jacob pinned beneath him. He pays no attention to me watching.

I know it's time.

I have to do what I promised myself I'd do weeks ago.

At least I get to do it my own way, I try to console myself. It's a screw you to the Capitol, isn't it?

Well, it is isn't it? Suicide during the Games is a screw you to the Capitol. Screw you and your sadistic Hunger Games.

Especially during the finale.

I look up to the sky. 'Goodbye,' I whisper.

I don't dare let my eyes tear up. I must be strong.

I slide a knife out of my belt and raise it up to my throat. I'm about to slit my throat, die a relatively painless death, when Finnegan sees me.

He looks up for one second, as if to sum up the courage to kill Jacob. To kill this boy who has a life back home. A family.

Jacob's changed, yes, but he's still someone's son, friend, maybe even boyfriend. We'll never know.

I definitely will never know.

Just one second is all it takes for Finnegan to see me, to realise what I'm about to do.

'NO!' Finnegan shouts out.

But one second is also enough time for him to lose focus.

To be overpowered.

Jacob pushes Finnegan off him to his right, and then pins him down.

I run forwards with all the speed and strength I can muster from within me, but it's not enough. Jacob pulls a knife from a pocket inside his jacket.

Then he swiftly stabs Finnegan in the heart.

Without a thought.

Finnegan's body falls limp.

His cannon fires, but doesn't sound right to my ears.

Jacob looks victorious, but then defeated. He's let the Capitol control him like a puppet. In their own way.

I stand there, unfeeling, for moments. And moments. Finnegan's face shown in the sky seconds after his death just hits me with how real it really is.

'NO! NO! NO!' I scream. 'WHY?! WHY HIM?!'

I fall to my knees amongst the grass. I welcome death with open arms right now.

Even though I'd be guaranteed hell, if I were religious.

I bash the ground with my fists to release the pain.

It seems unreal to me.

How can Finnegan be gone?

He's not, is he?

I feel completely torn with pain. Emotional pain and anguish and physical pain. As I fell I stabbed myself.

But I don't care. I don't care anymore.

'Kill me,' I plead with Jacob. 'Kill me, please.'

He looks at a loss. Not teasing me for losing Finnegan. He says nothing.

He looks... regretful.

'I'm not going home,' he says quietly, but just loud enough to be audible.

I curl into a ball on the ground. Something kill me. Someone kill me. Please. Just end the pain. I can't live on this Earth when Finnegan isn't.

When he isn't living, and breathing the same air as I do.

'Why is he gone? WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM FROM THE WORLD?' I shout, throwing my spear to a random place. It doesn't hit Jacob. I don't want it to. Enough death and destruction.

I pull myself to my feet, stumbling to where Finnegan lies.

The lifeless look in his eyes makes yet more grief flood through me.

I have to say goodbye. Can I bring myself to say goodbye?

I look around myself, then up at Jacob. He took Finnegan away from me. I should be feeling anger at him, but I feel none. I did for a brief moment when I just shouted, but no more. Just pain and sorrow. So much sorrow.

I see Jacob slip another knife out of his inside pocket.

'What are you doing?' I manage to choke out.

'Good luck,' he says.

'What–' My words die in my throat. I know what he's about to do now, and I don't wish to see. I want to say goodbye to Finnegan. It's most likely the only chance I'll ever get.

I turn back to him. His dead body.

Oh, he's still so beautiful, even in death.

His brown hair. His eyes. They're eerily empty, but still breathtaking. Green, but flecked with little specks of gold.

I run my hand over his face. He's still warm.

It takes all my being to hold back a sob.

What happened to being strong?

'Goodbye Finnegan,' I manage to say, only hiccuping a little.

I pull the knife from his chest, throwing it away from me. The very item repulses me.

I throw all my weapons away from me.

Jacob's cannon fires. He must've slit his throat, he doesn't make any noises of pain.

I'm the winner of the Hunger Games. I really couldn't care at all. What will I be returning to? A life without Finnegan. A life where I bear the burden of murder.

I wish I could just kill myself now, but that'd just be cowardice. I'd be remembered as a coward.

I have to do this, for Finnegan.

I get to my feet and look down at Finnegan. I pull off my jacket and place it delicately over him. He could almost be sleeping.

But that's the point. He's not. I'm not going to try to pass his death off as anything else. I wish I could.

The hovercraft hasn't arrived yet. My goodbye must be pulling in a lot of viewers.

I'm about to break down, I can feel it raising up within me. But I kneel down one more time beside him. I'm not finished yet. It doesn't feel right.

'I'm so sorry,' I whisper to him. I hope the cameras can't pick this up. 'I am so so sorry. I let you down.' The sobs begin to come, but between them I can spit out words. 'You deserved to live so much more than I did. But instead you got a release from this world. That's good in a way, isn't it? Everyone still loves you down here, they always will. Your family will, your friends will, I will. I always will, in some way. I love you, Finnegan. And I'm not particularly religious in any way, but I hope that if you're up there, in spirit, somehow, you will look down and be able to acknowledge what I'm saying.' I begin to sob really hard. My body shakes. 'I'll never forget you, as long as I live. Goodbye, Finnegan Goldsmith.'

I stand up, for good this time, and walk off toward the Cornucopia. It doesn't seem to take too long.

My steps get heavier and heavier as it all sinks in. Finnegan is gone.

He's gone.

He isn't going to just magically reappear.

He. Is. Gone.

Forever.

I fall onto the ground by the Cornucopia and await my hovercraft. It takes just a minute to appear above me. A ladder swings down from above and I grab onto it.

Into another part of the Games now.

Hell isn't over yet.

It's over! A sequel to this fan fiction will be coming soon, and I still appreciate reviews and favourites on this fan fiction very much. Thank you for sticking with me and reading! I'm up at 3am writing this, so I might be a bit dopey in my writing, excuse me. Again, thank you so much for reading.