Winner Of The 73 Hunger Games
No idiot (spoilers ahead) after the Capitol rains fire bombs on District 12 Gale take about 800 to the Meadow he has to feed them all for 3 days when a hovercraft takes them to District thirteen. This and that happens and Katniss gets the chance to kill snow he is tied up in front of her and when she shoots it hits Coin who was to be future president and was mayor of district 13. Snow then dies choking on his own blood. They quickly have a re-election and paylor (previous mayor of 7 i think?) becomes president and da da da da happily ever after.
Winner Of The 73rd Hunger Games
'Ladies and Gentlemen may I present the winner of the 73rd Hunger Games Victoria Black from District Twelve' A voice says before blackness takes over me.
Summary: You reflect on your time with Finnick while preparing for your wedding. A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote it and then hated it so I rewrote it. You sat in your room in District 13, looking into the mirror but not seeing your reflection. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the simple, but elegant white dress laying on your bed.
Today was the day. You were finally marrying Finnick, the love of your life. As you pinned up your hair in a loose fashion, you remembered how it all had started. Y/N L/N, the winner if the 70th Hunger Games, a 17 year old girl from District 8. The orphan who managed to win it all. Only a year after your “victory” you were returning to the overwhelming sound and color of the Capitol as the youngest mentor in the history of the games. Your own mentor, James, had died suddenly two months before, leaving you to try and keep the new tributes alive.
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Winning the Hunger Games was more of a curse than a blessing. Everyone spoke about be grateful for surviving, for getting to go home. No one ever told the tributes about the nightmares, the loneliness, and the blackmail.
It forced you to grow up fast, and alone. If you had let anyone into your heart, they would have been astonished by your strength, by how you managed to get out of your bed each day after reliving your final moments in the arena every night. But you didn’t let anyone in. Becoming quiet, you did your best to balance being kind to the tributes with not making an attachment. It was too hard. They were your friends, your peers.
It just made it all the harder when you had to say goodbye on the morning of the games. All you could do was hug them tight and hope they would listen to your advice.
They did not. The boy died at the cornucopia within ten minutes of the countdown, and the girl just hours later, hunted by a career pack. You didn’t watch the rest of the games.
For the first day, you were locked away from the world, crying. When you fell into a restless sleep, you could only dream of the boy from District 2 with his hands around your throat.
You tossed and turned, as you remembered grabbing a rock and with the last vestiges of strength, hitting him. Hitting him over and over and over again as you cried. You woke, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face. Shaking, you dressed and took a walk through the slightly less crowded streets of the Capitol. The people were so consumed with watching the large public screens that no one took notice of you. Well, almost no one.
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District 8′ Finnick ordered the moment he walked in the train that was taking him and Mags to Capitol as a tributes of 75th Hunger Games. He knew very well who he was going to see among the tributes. He could only hope that your name would not be read out loud. His hands gripped the edge of the table turning white from the strenght of it. Finnick’s eyes were glued to the TV seeing all his friends he had known for years being chosen to return on the arena but he couldn’t focus on them long enough as he looked on the changing numbers on the bottom of the screen until it finally changed into eight.
He saw the Palace of Justice he had seen before many times and people standing before the stage. Tributes were walking on the platform. He immediately noticed you. You were one of the three remaining winners of the Hunger Games and the youngest one in your district.
You had won the games 3 years ago when you had been seventeen and you were one of the Capitol’s favourite. Finnick bit his lip in anticipation when he looked at other female tributes. He knew them fairly well. One of them was the oldest winner in all of the districts, she could barely stand on the stage, her legs shaking, supported by the walking stick. Her grey hair fell on her face covering it almost entirely. At the sight of another woman Finnick closed his eyes for a second - last year her husband had left her and became one of the toys in Capitol. He loved the luxurious life more than he loved her.
It was a huge deal in Capitol’s press. She was alone mother of four and the oldest one was 6 year old. And then cameras zoomed on you - you stood there with your head raised but your hands were slightly shaking. His grip on the table got stronger. The man in very colorful suit and sophisticated harido welcomed everyone and walked to the glass ball next to the ladies. He put his hand and very slowly took out one paper before rising it theatrically up and approaching microphone once again.
Finnick crossed his arms on his chest, bringing one hand to his lips gently biting his thumb, his heart racing faster than the train he was in. The master of the ceremony opened the small envelope and cleared his throat. ‘ Rosaline Jones’ his voiced was heard clearly in surrounding silence.
Finnick let out the air, rubbing his face. It wasn’t you. You were safe. He returned to the TV and saw the young woman started crying, her legs glued to the ground, the camera showed her children standing in the first row.
His eyes prickled when he saw them - not understanding what’s going on, wanting their mum to return to them quickly but he knew the truth - she was not going to return. And she knew it as well. The man moved to another ball on the men’s side but before he could put his hand in the ball another voice teared through the silence. ‘ I volunteer as a tribute!’ Finnick knew this voice very well but he prayed that he misheard.
Just then the camera showed you with your hand in the air, silent tears falling down your cheeks. You pushed Rosaline towards the stairs and she run to her children. You went on the middle of the stage like you had done 3 years ago. Finnick’s heart stopped. About a month ago, I was inspired by an idea for creating a timeline for the HG books. As a visual learner, I felt that something that anyone could reference easily for the details on when certain events happened. So, I began going through the book, and what follows is a timeline based on the first book (page references are from the paperback edition).
My thanks to the always wonderful and for looking over and helping me correct mistakes and improve the details. You both are the best!
So, here it is.