Sorry for the long delay. Were you guys dying to know what happened next? I sure was, but no need to wait no more. I thought to add some happiness after putting you guys through such heart attacks and such. I wanna give your heart a break, but I know you're scared it's wrong. Like I might make a mistake, but that's why I have my amazing beta, Xylia Ren. Review and enjoy!
I do not own anything besides Hannah and Louis
"Heard what?" I repeated. The multi-colored audience leaned in to hear what he was saying.
"Louis, he's dead" Caesar choked out.The audience gasped, and some even began to cry. And then I swear to god, I was about to join him.
"What do you mean he's dead?" I snapped at Caesar. I know it wasn't his fault, but my emotions overwhelmed me. I leaped off the chair as if it were fire.
"Hannah, calm down." Caesar cooed.
"I will not calm down!" I retorted. Just when I thought my life was going somewhat right. The Capitol ruins it. Any chance of happiness. Gone.
I felt Cato's hands grip my shoulders. I could feel tears streaming down my face.
"Louis wouldn't want you to be crying." Caesar told me.
"He really wouldn't." I turned around to meet the strong arms that kept me steady and the voice that came from them.
"You son of a bitch," I smiled while slapping him, "Making me believe you were dead."
I wrapped my frail arms around his muscular frame. I heard the audience, "aw," but all I could think about was the boy in my arms.
"I swear to god I'll kill you." I whispered into his ear.
"And then cry in front of Panem just like you did?" He commented. I just nodded.
"I hate you." I said giving him a peck on the cheek.
"I still love you." He replied.
"Well how about you two lovebirds sit down, and let me talk to all three of you." Caesar motioned for us to sit. I laced my fingers with Louis'.
"You won. All three of you. Give me one word that would describe your Hunger Games experience?" That was a question no one has been asked before.
"Thrilling," Cocky Cato answered.
"Indescribable," Louis followed. What should I say?
"Hannah?" Caesar nudged.
"Unforgettable," I finally say.
"Tell me why." He demanded.
"Because you can never forget the faces of those you killed or died at the hands of others." I confessed.
"Cato? Louis?" I could tell he wanted the attention to be off me.
"So many words." Louis smiled.
"I trained all my life for this." Cato said.
"Now, President Snow would like to finally crown you." Caesar said and I watched as he sauntered off stage.
Cato, Louis, and I stood up. I was standing in between the two boys. I watched as Cato looked off into the distance as the crown was placed upon him. He shuffled until he was right in front of me.
"Consider this as a birthday present. Another one actually. The first being letting you live." I held my breath. I could feel the gold resting on top of my hair. I took in another breath, blocking the awful stench as he silently placed the crown upon Louis' head.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the victors of the 75th Hunger Games!" Snow boomed, but he obviously wasn't happy.
Once we were let go, I rushed off stage, taking off the sick crown. Applauding killers? Sick.
"We leave tomorrow morning." Peeta told me, and I automatically understood. I'm going back to District 12. Alone.
"I'll go get packed then." I replied pressing the 12 on the elevator. The ride was quick and short, but too long for my liking. I felt more trapped in that elevator than I already do out here. I walked to my room. I threw my crown on the floor before curling up into a ball on my bed.
"Hi!" A face popped from under the covers making me produce a blood curdling scream.
"What the hell?" I demanded.
"What? I can't meet the 75th Hunger Games victor?" The bronze haired boy asked.
"Not like this you can't, Finnick." I responded. What the hell would Finnick Odair be doing in my bed?
"I wanted to do something unforgettable. I saw your interview." He quoted.
I just nodded, "Everyone in Panem has."
"True, but I thought you'd like to know that I agree. I came to warn you since you're the only victor that wasn't bloodthirsty out of the three. It only gets worse." Finnick whispered. I narrowed my eyebrows and he made a loud clap with his hands.
"Also! I forgot to tell you, Louis' probably a virgin, so go easy on him. Plus he's got that big, bloody gash." He chuckled.
"Finnick!" I blushed a bright shade of red.
"Get out!" I yelled playfully yet angrily while throwing a plush, lavender throw pillow at him.
"You know it's true." He popped his head back in the room.
"OUT!" I screamed but my smile revealed my facade. I let out a huff before plopping my head on top of the pillow. Next stop, the Victory Tour. At least I won't be going in alone. I'll have Katniss, Peeta, Louis, and Cato.
I just have to stay alive for it.