AN: I think the epilogue is going to be next chapter! *Gasp!* It's coming to an end? What have you thought about the story?
Peeta
She killed him. After all this time he's finally dead. I can't stop smiling despite my worry, as the hovercraft starts moving in the direction of the Capitol where we're going to rescue Katniss, the baby and Cinna.
It had been hard to say goodbye to Hope again but it was even harder to watch her tearful goodbye with Jesse. Even the young boy teared up a bit and I had to ask him twice to let go of his grip on my daughter so we can go.
I watch my daughter's boyfriend as he stares out of the hovercraft window, keeping his eyes on Hope. He loves her, I can tell. I think back to the arena when he was talking to little Finnick about Snow ordering him to kill Hope.
The questions I've wanted to ask since they got rescued come back to my mind and I can't help but ask, "What made you change your mind about killing her?"
Jesse's head snaps up in my direction, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"
"I mean, why didn't you kill Hope when Snow ordered you to?" I ask again, making my question clearer. He sighs.
"When we got reaped and we were on the train to the Capitol I saw how upset everyone was about Hope being reaped and I just knew that you couldn't be horrible people if you loved your daughter like that," he explains.
"Snow made me believe that it was Katniss' fault that the rebellion after the Quell started. My parent's died during the fighting and Snow got Peacekeepers to get me and a few other kids to take back to the Capitol to be his slaves. He told us every day that it was her fault. Then he thought of the plan to kill Hope to get back at you both. I was there at the time and he picked me to kill her. He made me watch the 74th and 75th Games.
"I hated Katniss; I blamed my parent's death on her. Then I realised she was doing it to protect her family. I had to move to 12 to spy on you all and then I bumped into Haymitch and he knew because of my District Four looks that something wasn't right. He's a clever drunk."
I nod, taking in the information. I have to admit that I feel sorry for the kid after all he's been through and I'm happy he knows that my wife isn't to blame.
"Katniss, she didn't want to kill anyone. She never wanted kids, you know? She didn't want an innocent kid to have to go through the terror of the reapings and possibly going in the Games. So when Hope was born she wanted to fight straight away but Snow paid us a visit and said that if we didn't fight then Prim wouldn't be reaped, we agreed. Obviously, Prim wasn't reaped but Katniss and I didn't notice that he missed Hope out in the deal."
"I'm so glad he's dead. I wouldn't wish death upon anyone except maybe Jeremy but he's already gone. I'm just happy that Hope is okay," Jesse says. I nod.
"I've always wondered who she'd end up marrying but I'd be a very happy father if you turn out to be her husband," I admit.
"Are you giving me permission to asks her to marry me, Sir?" Jesse asks.
"Not now but maybe in a few years time and, please, no children until you're in your twenties," I say and smile slightly at the blush on Jesse's face. "Scratch that," I quickly add. "Don't touch her until you're at least thirty!"
His face turns an even darker shade of red and he looks down at his hands. I chuckle softly. I think they'll be doing stuff way before they're thirty. The thought gives me shivers and I mentally shake them out of my head, focusing on the present.
Reality dawns on me and I remember that Katniss is going to go through her trial and find out if she's guilty. I bite my lip. What if she is? What punishment would she get? I voice my questions to Boggs and he tells me that he doesn't know what the punishment would be and that we'll soon find out.
If we were on a train to the Capitol then it would take nearly three days to get there but since the Hovercraft is so fast it will only take a few hours, three at the most.
I make small talk with everyone, feeling better than I have in weeks at the thought of seeing Katniss and my baby for the first time. I just hope she doesn't hate me for leaving her behind.
A while later I decided to take a nap, knowing I need all the rest and strength I can get if there's going to be some fighting involved. The past two months I've spent training to get here and get Katniss back.
I had been so worried that Snow would've hurt her or the baby and when I heard Snow was dead I thought I could relax for a seconds until I realised that she could get punished. I let the thoughts disappear and I fall asleep.
Katniss
As soon as the judge says that once sentence I'm dragged out of the box and lead down the long aisle and to the door. Mark opens the door and tells the man holding my handcuffs that he'll get me ready- Ready for what?
Mark takes a hold of me and leads me back to the room I'd been staying in before. He closes the door after us and he starts pacing. "What's going to happen to me?" I ask, nervously.
"You'll either get hanged, gassed or electrocuted," Mark replies, truthfully. Tears full my eyes.
"B-but I thought they'd be a little kinder since I'm meant to be mentally unstable," I whisper.
"Katniss, you killed the President. That's such a huge crime to the Capitol. You know what they're like," he says. "Keep calm. Peeta and the rescue team are on their way."
"How long do I have left?" I ask.
"About fifteen minutes," he replies. "You'll be able to say a quick goodbye to Tyler and then you'll be…" he trails off.
I nod and try and act like I'm not being sentenced to death. There's a chance that Peeta and the others will get here in time. I don't care about myself as long as they get Tyler and Cinna out. I hope they'll have a good President that will make Panem a good place.
I hope that my daughter will go on to marry Jesse and won't be scared to live like I was. I hope that Tyler will grow up and be s good as his father. I hope Prim marries and has her own kids. I hope Haymitch and Effie will admit their feelings to each other before it's too late.
I hope my mom and dad carry on living and won't grieve me. I don't want anyone to cry. I don't want Peeta to be sad. I want them to celebrate that I've gone to a place where I won't be hurt.
Of course, I'll miss everyone but I'll be with Rue. I hope Peeta and Hope tell Tyler about me and tell him that I love him even though I've only seen him once or twice. I just want everyone to live.
The time goes by fast and soon I'm saying my goodbyes to Cinna and Tyler. Then Mark is leading me out of the room once again. He tells me that I'm going to be burnt to death instead of the other options. He said that it would be live because that's what the Capitol wants.
I feel sick. I hate fire. It burns. When I'm gone I'm going to be ashes, Ashes in the wind. I remember how it felt in the first games when I had burnt my leg. If I thought that was bad this is going to be ten times worse.
I'm lead onto a stage and they tie my to a post, facing the large crowd. Each of them shouts something hateful at me. Wasn't it only a few months ago that they were feeling sorry for me because me daughter was in the Games?
Wasn't it only several years ago when they wanted Peeta and I to marry, to live happily ever after? Who knew something like me killing the President would make them hate me? If I as them I'd be jumping for joy. I would be doing just that actually if I wasn't going to be set on fire any second.
I find it kind of amusing that I am the girl on fire and soon I will be set ablaze and burn in front of the whole of Panem. God, I hope me parent's aren't watching and definitely Peeta and Hope.
The judge from earlier comes onstage, a large piece of wood on fire, ready to light the wood I'm standing on ablaze. "In a few seconds time Katniss Mellark will be no more, just like President Snow. Except that our late President will always be looked upon. Let's hope that our next President will be just as successful!"
He walks closer and holds the stick in the air. "I hope you rot in hell, Katniss Mellark, the girl on fire!" That's the last thing he says before he drops the wood on the wood beneath my feet.
I watch as the fire spreads but I don't cry. I'm not going to show the Capitol I'm weak be showing emotion. I'm going to go to my death with my head held high. It looks like Peeta and the others aren't going to make it. Even if they storm onstage now I don't know how they'll free me and take everyone fighting them down.
I can feel the heat on my face as I look down. The flames are flickering higher and higher but still it hasn't touched any of my scarred skin yet. It's then that I hear the gunshot. I look up in shock to see the judge dead, surrounded by a pool of blood and Mark next to him, still holding the gun he shot him with.
All hell breaks loose. Everyone starts screaming. Peeta and a few others come running on stage, guns out and shooting anything that gets in their way all the while the flames dance higher until it burns the foot. I let out a pained scream and instantly Peeta is by my side throwing buckets of water onto me.
The fire still isn't going down. It looks like it's my time to go. I'm going to die. My eyes meet Peeta's while he keeps on throwing water at the fire which is start to rise up my leg. Tears are flooding my eyes and I know they'll fall any moment.
I tug at the ropes that are keeping me tied to the post. My legs are blistering and are tingling. I can't even feel the pain anymore. That's not good, is it? "I love you," I yell to Peeta.
He shakes his head. "You're not going to die," he yells back and comes behind me and helps me untie the ropes. "Finnick put the fire out!"
I tug at the ropes while Finnick throws water at the flames. The smoke is filling my lungs quickly and I can't stop coughing. My eyes are stinging and all I want to do it sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Another tug at the rope and I'm falling backwards and into Peeta's arms. "Her legs are burnt pretty bad!" he yells at someone. My eyes are squeezed shut. All I want to do is sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Darkness creeps upon me but even in my sleepy state I can hear Peeta and others talking and yelling. I feel like I'm floating. Someone is whispering in my ear but I can barely hear them. I just want to sleep, to get away from this stupid world.
Wherever everyone goes after they die must be better than this. So I do what I want. I sleep…
What did ya think? Good? Bad? Sorry if there are any mistakes. Don't worry she's not dead! Everyone is safe and sound. Did you see what I did there? Safe and sound? Hunger games movie? Yeah? No?