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Epilogue: The Game makers were furious.  They had planned everything out so carefully, so perfectly, that the last 4 tributes should have endured the most gruesome death possible.  Snow killed them all after our death, to remind others that our crime would not be tolerated.  The way we had gone so peacefully went against the Games itself, and he feared it might inspire others to do the same, to rebel.  I hoped so.  I hoped our deaths were the spark that set fire to the Rebellion.  I hope that every last citizen of Panem  will fight to end the Games.  That's a long way off, though.  I wished I could have seen the day the Capitol fell, but I f

Part 4: Let The Games Begin Chapter 19: For The Very Last Time (Bonnie) I woke up from my last peaceful sleep ever and rolled over.  Today was the day.  The Games started in just a few hours.  From this moment on, I would never stop having nightmares, never be comfortable around people, and always feel like someone was watching me.  I could barely touch my breakfast, knowing it was possibly my last meal.  I strode toward the underground platform with a shaky step.  I really hoped I died before the Games went too far.  I just don't think I could live with that kind of fear.  Hopefully, I wouldn't have to. Chapter 20: Avoxes (Clyde) The und

Part 3: The Capitol Chapter 11: Looks Can Be Deceiving (Bonnie) I woke with a start, seeing the bright lights before me.  The shining, sparkling city that was the Capitol.  The citizens of the Capitol were nothing like that of 5.  These people, if you could call them that, had bright green skin, or hair the same vivid color of the dress I had seen Effie wear one year at the reaping.  These people looked like a rainbow threw up on them, and yet they considered themselves better than us?!  It made me sick.  Capitol citizens were slaves to trends and fashion, enjoying the pain of thos

Part 2:  The Reaping Chapter 7: Accepting Fate (Bonnie) "Bonnie Parker!" Effie Trinkett reads my name with perfect clarity.  I see my next choices flash before my eyes. I could run, I could fight, I could kill myself now, right here in the square. All these choices would be easy.  I realize, however, this time I will  need to take the hard way out.  In a way, Effie and I have always had an unspoken understanding.  One day, I would die, and she would get to cry over my "wonderful life that was so tragically cut short."  Lies.  She hated me. I hated her.  She thought that I didn't even deserve to live here as a regular citizen in District 5,

NOTICE: The arena in this story is set as exactly the way Haymitch described the arena in the 2nd Quarter Quell in Suzanne Collins' Catching Fire. This is NOT a copy of the 74th Hunger Games. Everything is the same as it was in the 2nd Quarter Quell except for the fact that there are not twice as many tributes, because I am a lazy bum and do not feel like killing twice as many people. "Are people born wicked?  Or do they simply have Wickedness thrust upon them?" -Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West "Here's some advice.  Stay alive." -Haymitch Abernathy Part 1: Life as I Know It Chapter 1: The World As I've Come T