A/N: Thanks to Burningbrightforyou, Chop n thunder, richards25 and charliesunshine for reviewing!

I've gone for something a bit different again today, so please let me know what you think. I will admit, this chapter is influenced heavily by a scene from the game Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. If you've played the single player part of that game, I think you'll find the link rather obvious.

This victor is the male morphling in Catching Fire, by the way.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy today's chapter :)


"Oh, dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light

The Dark Lord rides in force tonight, and time will tell us all."

- Robert Plant, 1971.


The 31st Annual Hunger Games

Blake Carlton (16), District 6 Male

Led Zeppelin - The Battle of Evermore (1971)


The healthy human mind doesn't wake up thinking this is its last day on Earth.

But in my eyes, that's a luxury, not a curse.

After two weeks in the arena and twenty-two dead tributes, I know that I'm nearing the end. To embrace this reality is... Liberating. I know that whatever I do now won't matter.

I stop my travels for a moment, to prepare myself and take inventory. Weapons are all that matters now; I don't plan on eating another meal or spending another night in the arena. There is a sword; my favoured weapon. A spear, which will be of little use. After all, I can only throw it once. One knife. Not particularly useful, but a good backup incase I somehow lose my sword. That's it.

Compared to the boy from District 2, and you will see how one-sided the finale will be. No doubt he will have the remainder of the cornucopia supplies. Not only that, he scored four points higher than me in training. Four points. He has over 150% of my score, which was a seven. He's taller than me. Stronger. Faster. Better equipped.

Some would say that fighting him would be parallel to suicide.

But here in Panem, where the land has been scarred with thousands of years of warfare, my final struggle will be broadcast to the entire nation.

They will remember me.

For this.

Because out of the vast array of nightmares available in the land of poverty that we call Panem, this is the one that me and the boy from District 2 have chosen for ourselves with two relatively insignificant words.

I volunteer.

And so, why my time comes, I shall stare death in the face until the end. I will die courageously. I will die with honour.

But I will not give up, even when I know that the fight is lost.

I shall go forward with vigour in my heart and one goal in sight:

I.

Will.

Kill him.


And so Blake, who had volunteered to save his younger brother at the reaping, managed one of the greatest shocks in Hunger Games history. He defied all the odds to defeat the boy from District 2 in a long and bloody battle on the fifteenth day of the Games, sustaining many injuries but eventually emerging victorious.


A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, but I felt like there was a certain completion to it in its current form.

Anyway, if you enjoyed this chapter, please review! As ever, constructive criticism is welcomed :)