NIGHTLOCK Part 5: Epilouge

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 feel it was better to have died than to have lived in their injustice for another 25 years.  Until the next Quarter Quell, where maybe another brave kid would try to show the world that we didn't have to bend to Snow's every whim.  That united, we were stronger than the Capitol.  Haymitch won the Games later that day.  He used the power of the forcefield around the arena to kill the girl from District 1.  Though he suffered the death of his family in Snow's anger, I know he does not regret using the Game makers challenges to his own advantages.  He will do great things one day.  He has a future.  He has a life.  I have nothing anymore.  As a person, I am just another teenager who died in the Hunger Games.  There are hundreds like me, all dead and gone.  There is one thing that separates me from the rest of those tributes.  Though my body is dead, my crime lives on.