**A quick disclaimer, this story will be based on the books AND the movies**

NO ONE'S POV:

(This year's Hunger Games has been going on for 5 days now. Unbeknownst to the viewers in the capital, viewers in the districts, & the remaining tributes; the sixth day would be the last day.)

[DIRT POUNDING, TWIGS BREAKING]

(The total number of tributes remaining is 7. We pan down to see the District 1, 2, & 4 tributes AKA careers chasing the last tribute before they turn on each other. The tribute they're chasing is from District 7.)

District 7 Tribute: [panting]

(His name is Y/N—)

*SLICE*

(A spear is thrown at him which slices across the right side of his head.)

(Y/N): [yells in pain]

(The spear hitting him knocks him down onto the ground.)

(Y/N): Ugh.

(He sits up & feels blood dripping down from the cut on his cheek. He slowly touches the cut.)

(Y/N): [winces] Mother...it doesn't seem too deep. [sighs] I just had to go looking for them. But no...you couldn't have just waited in your tree and let them come to you.

(He hears the careers closing in on him & turns around to face them.)

(Y/N): So much for copying her strategy. Now I'm probably going to die.

(He pulls out two throwing axes which were being held on his back.)

(Y/N): I might as well try to take some with me.
(He charges straight for the group which catches most of the group by surprise.)

District 2 Male: Does he really think he can take all of us?

District 1 Male: It doesn't matter.

(The District 1 male takes an arrow out of his quiver, knocks it in his bow, & aims at Y/N.)

District 1 Male: I'm about to put an arrow right between his eyes.

(He fires the arrow at Y/N & right before it hits him, he spins out of the way of the arrow. Effectively dodging it.)

District 1 Male: No way!

(He frantically tries to take another arrow out of his quiver but before he can...)

*CHUNK*

(Y/N had thrown one of his axes at the District 1 male & the axe hits him in the forehead, killing him instantly.)

[CANNON FIRE]

(A cannon is heard meaning that a tribute has died.)

*THUD*

(He falls backwards, hitting the ground.)

Careers: [gasp]

District 1 Female: You'll pay for that!

(Before she can do anything though, Y/N runs into her.)

District 1 Female & (Y/N): [groans]

(Both are the ground & looking at each other. Y/N sees the District 2 male coming towards with a mace.)

*SWISH*

(He ducks his head under the swing mace & watches it go by his face.)

(Y/N)'s thoughts: I want that mace.

(He quickly stands back up & as he's about to make his first step, he feels a tug at his foot. He looks down to see the District 1 female holding his foot.)

District 1 Female: Kill--

*SLASH*

(He hits her in the face with his axe, killing her.)

[CANNON FIRE]

(Another cannon is heard. The District 4 male charges at Y/N. Once he's close enough to him, Y/N dips down to his midsection & backdrops him.)

*THUD*

District 4 Male: Argh!

(Y/N charges at the District 2 female but she's prepared for him, she holds up her sword & is about to cut Y/N in two.)

*SLASH*

(She swings her sword but slides under her sword on his knees.)

(Y/N): [winces slightly]

(He can feel the little cuts on his knees but he also knows it was worth it to still be alive. He runs up to the District 1 male's body & retrieves the axe from his head. He's now running in the direction the group of careers came from. Back with the careers, the District 4 female helps her male counterpart up to his feet. The District 2 tributes walk up to her.)

District 2 Male: What the hell is wrong with you?!

District 2 Female: You just stood there!

District 4 Female: I-I...

District 4 Male: It's okay. It's okay!

District 2 Male: How is it okay?!

(We cut to Y/N still running.)

(Y/N): Ha!

(He stops running.)

(Y/N): [panting]

(He takes a deep breath.)

(Y/N): I actually killed two of them. I think they were from District 1 if I remember correctly. Hm.

(He notices there's still blood on each of his axes. He wipes the blood off the blades of his axes onto his shirt & puts them behind his back. The cut on the side of his head starts to sting.)

(Y/N): [winces]

(He notices a camera & looks straight into it.)

(Y/N): [yelling] Maybe I could get some medicine or stitching supplies?! [groans] I'm getting greedy. I think I see a lake up ahead.

(He starts walking towards the lake.)

(Y/N): *rubs his throat* I might just dunk my head--

*SQUEEZE*

(A rope tightens around his ankle.)

(Y/N): Huh?

(Suddenly he's pulled up by the rope.)

(He realizes he's upside down.)

(Y/N): No, no, no, no!

(He grabs the handles of his axes & is about to pull them out so he can cut the rope holding him. But before he can do anything with his axes, he sees the remaining career tributes closing in on him. The District 2 male far ahead of the group. He gets close enough to Y/N & with his mace arched back...)

*CRACK*

(He hits Y/N in the ribs with mace, breaking them.)

(Y/N): [yells in pain]

District 2 Male: I bet you thought you were in the clear, didn't you?!

*CRACK*

(He hits Y/N in the ribs again with his mace.)

(Y/N): [coughs blood] Ah...

District 2 Male: You're like a piñata!

(Y/N thinks about grabbing his axes but the pain from his ribs is crippling. The District 2 female & the tributes from District 4 finally catch up.)

(Y/N): [muddled] The gang's...all here.

(The District 2 female kneels down & is now face-to-face with Y/N.)

District 2 Female: I don't think we heard you clearly, lumberjack. It sounded like a joke. Wanna say it again?

(Y/N): [wheezing]

*SPIT*

(He spits blood in her face.)

(Y/N): [chuckles]

(The District 2 male is about to hit Y/N in the back with his mace but the girl from his district holds her hand out, stopping him. She wipes the blood off her face.)

District 2 Female: You have way more fight in you than the District 7 girl did.

(She looks at the cut on the side of his head. She drives her fingers into the cut.)

(Y/N): [screams]

(After what feels like forever, she takes her fingers out the cut.)

District 2 Female: Hmph.

(She wipes her bloody fingers on Y/N's shirt. She takes out her sword.)

(Y/N): [muddled] This is it then.

*SWING*

(She swings her sword & to Y/N's surprise, she cuts the straps of his bag off.)

*THUD*

(His bag hits the ground. The District male takes the bag & starts going through it. The District 4 tributes walk over to him leaving the District 2 female with Y/N. She looks at him up & down before...)

*SLASH*

(She slashes his thigh, leaving a large cut.)

(Y/N): [grits teeth] Fu...

(He passes out from his injuries.)

Hours Later

(Y/N regains consciousness to see the District 4 tributes & the District 2 female eating food from his bag.)

(Y/N): [winces]

(Y/N)'s thoughts: I...I don't know why they didn't just kill me. Maybe they thought I'd just bleed out. Bad cuts on my head and thigh, a broken rib. I'm pretty messed up right now. I don't see the guy with the mace...

(He slowly, not by choice, grabs his axes off his back, curls up to the rope around his ankle, &...)

*CUT*

(Cuts the rope.)

*THUD*

(He hits the ground.)

(Y/N): [groans] God...

(He gets up as fast as he can & faces the three tributes in front of him. To his surprise, they barely react to him.)

District 2 Male: Turn around, lumberjack!

(Y/N): [sighs]

(He turns around, with a limp, to face the District 2 male.)

District 2 Male: You're pretty skilled with those axes.

*SMASH*

(He hits the ground with his mace.)

District 2 Male: Come at me!

(Y/N): [groans] While I'm not at one hundred percent...okay.

(With his axes drawn, he limps as fast as he can to fight the District 2 male.)

District 2 Female: Bash his face in, Drake!

(Once Y/N is close enough...)

*SWING*

(He swings wildly at Drake but he can tell Y/N has no plan with each swing.)

Drake: You're desperate.

(Y/N): No shit!

(He swings both axes downwards but Drake dodges, letting the axes hit the ground. Y/N tries to pull them out but they're deep in the ground.)

*SMASH*

(Drake brings his mace down on Y/N's axes, breaking them into pieces. He's shocked by this, but not for long.)

*PUNCH*

(He's able to punch Drake across the jaw. He's able to keep his bearings however. He tightens his grip on the handle of his mace &...)

*CRACK*

(He hits Y/N square in the chest which sends Y/N flying.)

District 2 Female: Hell yeah, Drake!

District 4 Female: Wow.

District 4 Male: Holy crap.

(Drake smiles proudly as we cut to Y/N lying on his back.)

(Y/N): [gasps]

(He touches the center of his chest, it stings to the touch.)

(Y/N): [winces, coughs blood] Get up. Axes are gone...stop it! You're not dead, so get up!

(He rolls over onto his stomach & picks himself up.)

(Y/N): [shouts defiantly]

(The careers hear this & start making their way to Y/N. He's attempting to run but the pain from the cut on his leg is starting to clearly affect him.)

(Y/N): Need to—

(He looks behind him to see the careers walking behind him without a care in the world.)

Drake: You're just tiring yourself out!

(Y/N): Shut up!

(He realizes that he's just steps away from a lake, so picks up as much speed as possible &...)

*SPLASH*

(Dives into the lake. We pan into the water to see him diving deeper into the lake.)

(Y/N)'s thoughts: Now I'm underwater. Now what?

(Cut to the careers at the lake's shore.)

District 2 Female: How hard did you hit him?

Drake: Not hard enough.

(He looks at the District 4 tributes.)

Drake: Out of the two of you; who can hold their breath longer?

(They look at each other.)

District 4 Male: We're about even.

District 2 Female: [sighs] Of course.

Drake: In that case, both of you dive in after that lumberjack and drown him!

(We cut back to Y/N holding his breath underwater.)

(Y/N)'s thoughts: The water feels great on my cuts at least. I don't know how much longer I can hold my breath with my broken rib...wait! Aren't one of the Districts specialities anything and everything water related?

(He sees the District 4 tributes swimming towards him.)

(Y/N)'s thoughts: I'll take that as a yes.

(He starts backing away but he loses sight of the District 4 male so focuses his attention on the District 4 female still swimming towards him.)

(Y/N)'s thoughts: I'm pretty sure she could've closed the distance between us by now. I guess she's not confident in her underwear comba—

(He backs into the District 4 male & puts Y/N in a Full Nelson.)

(Y/N)'s thoughts: Shit!

(Starts trying to shake free of the District 4 male's hold but the District 4 female has finally closed the distance, wraps her hands around his neck, & starts choking him.)

(Y/N): *air bubbles escape his mouth*

(The District 2 tributes don't know what's happening under the water as do the viewers because there aren't any underwater cameras in this year's Hunger Games. Back with the underwater handicap match, Y/N is starting to lose feeling in his arms & is on the verge of drowning until...)

*CHOMP*

(An alligator comes out of nowhere & pulls the District 4 female to the depths of the lake.)

District 4 Female: [muddled screams]

(In the District 4 male's horror, he releases Y/N. They start swimming to the surface. The District 4 male sees that Y/N is in front of him so he pulls him by his ankle & is now in front of him.)

(Y/N)'s thoughts: Damn merman!

(He watches as the District 4 male is about to reach the surface but before he can...)

*CHOMP*

(Another alligator comes out of nowhere & bites his arm. Y/N watches as the alligator death rolls his arm off.)

District 4 Male: [muddled screams]

(Y/N)'s thoughts: Oh, my God.

(Instead of swimming straight to the surface, Y/N swims straight to the other side of the lake. Cut to the District 2 tributes watching the lake as it slowly turns red.)

Drake: What did they do to him?

District 2 Female: We'll have to ask them.

(Two cannons are fired.)

Drake: Two shots?

(They look up to the sky to see pictures of both District 4 tributes.)

District 2 Female: Are you kidding me?!

(They watch Y/N crawl his way  up shore.)

(Y/N): [coughs up water & blood] Ugh.

(He sits down & looks at the District 2 tributes across the lake.)

(Y/N): [laughs] My rib.

District 2 Female: Drake, let's kill him properly this time.

Drake: Yes, ma'am.

(They start making their way around the lake to reach Y/N.)

(Y/N): [sighs] Here we go again.

(He gets up & walks into the forest.)

One Hour Later

(We see the District 2 tributes looking for Y/N to no avail.)

Drake: There's not even a blood trail.

District 2 Female: He has to be around here somewhere.

Drake: Split up. We'll meet back here in 30.

District 2 Female: I'd say good luck but...

Drake: We don't need luck.

(The two split up as we watch Drake looking for Y/N.)

[WHEEZING]

(Drake hears some wheezing so he follows the wheezing to see Y/N sitting against a tree.)

Drake: Oh, lumberjack.

(He leans his mace on his shoulder.)

Drake: I would prefer to kill you on your feet. Make it look somewhat fair.

(Y/N): [wheezes faintly]

Drake: I will try to make this quick.

(Y/N closes his eyes as Drake arches his mace back.)

Drake: Key word is try. [snickers]

(He swings his mace, aiming for Y/N's face.)

*SMASH*

(Drake hits the tree with his mace as Y/N moved out of the way at the last second.)

Drake: A tenacious lumberjack.

(He attempts to pull his mace out of the tree but he hit it so hard that it's stuck in the mace sized, caved in part of the tree. While he's trying to free his mace, Y/N grabs a handful of dirt.)

(Y/N): The name's (Y/N)!

(He throws the dirt into Drake's face, some of it gets into his eyes causing him to let go of his mace.)

Drake: *rubs his eyes* My eyes—

(Y/N tackles him to the ground.)

Drake: Oof!

(Y/N slaps his hands away from his eyes & shoves his thumbs into Drake's eyes.)

Drake: [screams]

(The District 2 female follows Drake's screams to find Y/N on top of him.)

District 2 Female: Drake!

(Y/N turns around to see her charging towards him with her sword drawn. He gets off Drake to face her as Drake rolls away while covering his eyes with his hands. Y/N is focusing solely on the sword not the girl wielding it, she uses this to advantage as she doesn't swing fully with her sword causing to duck but his thigh with the cut gives out on him.)

(Y/N): [winces]

(He slumps to the ground holding his thigh.)

District 2 Female: Stupid lumberjack!

*STAB*

(She stabs her sword in the cut she made on Y/N's thigh.)

(Y/N): Ah!!!!!

(She pulls out her sword.)

(Y/N): [breathing heavily]

(She whips the blood of her sword & looks at Drake's mace in the tree.)

District 2 Female: You possess no skill! You've only made it this far because of luck! Pure luck! But your luck ends here—

(He sweeps her legs from under her.)

*THUD*

(She hits the ground, landing on her back.)

District 2 Female: Ack!

(Y/N): You two talk too much.

(He grabs her sword & throws it into the woods. He gets on top of her, grabs her hair, & lifts her head up by it. He looks into her eyes as he arches his fist back, about to punch her.)

*PLUNGE*

(She plunges her fingers into the cut on Y/N's head.)

(Y/N): [shouts in pain]

(In retaliation to her shoving her fingers into his cut again, he...)

*BASH*

(He bashes the back of her head into the ground.)

District 2 Female: [groans]

(When she regains her bearings, she notices Y/N has her in an armbar.)

District 2 Female: What the—

(Y/N): You, huh, you called me a "stupid lumberjack." Well...

*SNAP*

(He breaks her arm.)

District 2 Female: [screams]

(Y/N): Now you're the stupid bitch with a broken arm!

(He notices a river next to them so grabs her by her hair & drags her by it to the river.)

District 2 Female: Drake! Drake! Dra—

(Y/N turns her over & shoves her face in the river, drowning her. Cut to Drake rubbing his eyes.)

Drake: Ugh...Cora? Cora! Cora!

(He looks around for her & through his bloodshot eyes he watches Y/N drowning Cora. Y/N looks at Drake while still drowning her; eventually her flailing arms stop moving, no air bubbles are coming out of her & she stops moving.)

[CANNON FIRE]

(With that cannon shot, Cora's dead leaving only Drake from District 12 & Y/N from District 7. Y/N stands right up.)

(Y/N): I killed her, Drake. It's just you and me now. Let's go.

Drake: [shouts angrily]

(He runs straight for Y/N, spearing him to the ground.)

(Y/N): Oof!

(Drake starts punching him in the face but Y/N's covering up well. Y/N finds an opening between punches to kick Drake off him.)

Drake: [groans] (Y/N)!

(Runs back at him but slips & falls forward. As he's falling, Y/N moves up enough for when Drake lands...)

Drake: Huh?

(He lands into Y/N's attempt at a triangle choke. He squeezes as hard as he can but as he squeezes; the cut on his thigh gets bigger.)

(Y/N): [winces] Come on...

(Drake's able to get up to his feet & lift Y/N up.)

(Y/N): How strong are you?!

(He frantically elbows Drake in the face but he's unfazed.)

[CONSTANT THUDDING]

(Drake repeatedly powerbombs Y/N hoping he releases the triangle choke.)

(Y/N): *through powerbombs* Gotta think of something...

(Still through powerbombs, Y/N notices a stick & grabs it. He endures one more powerbomb so when Drake lifts him up one more time...)

*STAB*

(He stabs the stick through one of his bloodshot eyes. He stabs Drake's eye with that stick so hard that the stick is sent through Drake's head & the end of the stick is seen pointing out the back of head.)

(Y/N): [panting]

(Drake falls sideways, dead, with Y/N still wrapped around him.)

*THUD*

(Y/N): [sighs heavily]

(He pushes Drake's body away from him as a cannon is heard. Meaning that Drake is dead & this year's Hunger Games is over.)

(Y/N): *teary eyed* It's over?

(He wipes his eyes.)

(Y/N): It's over! Now get me the fuck out of here!

(He passes out due to his injuries.)

One Week Later

(We see Y/N in a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around the cut on his head. He wakes up by slowly opening his eyes.)

(Y/N): Ugh.

(He tries to sit up.)

(Y/N): [groans]

(But he's still from the games along with the bandage wrapped around his midsection for his ribs & the stitches on his thigh.)

(Y/N): At least I'm out of the arena.

???: Don't be so sure that the outside world is any better than the games themselves.

(Y/N's caught by surprise by this voice so he looks in front of him to see a blonde man with green eyes sitting in front of his hospital bed.)

(Y/N): You're not from District 7, are you? Because I feel like I would definitely remember someone as handsome as you from my district.

Blonde Man: [chuckles] No, I'm not from your district.

(He gets up & walks up Y/N.)

Blonde Man: Finnick Odair. Fellow victor from District 4.

(He holds out his hand for a handshake which Y/N accepts.)

(Y/N): (Y/N)--

Finnick: No need to introduce yourself. Johanna has already told me everything about you.

(Y/N): She has?

Finnick: Yes, she has. If I'm being honest, she wouldn't shut up about you. Johanna wouldn't even leave your side until you woke up.

(Y/N looks to see if she's in the room somewhere.)

Finnick: She stepped out for a second, she should be back any minute now. It took some convincing from yours truly.

(Y/N): Oh, okay.

(He smiles at the thought of Johanna at his side, which Finnick notices.)

Finnick: You have nothing to worry about by the way. Johana and I are just friends.

(Unknowingly, this puts Y/N at ease.)

(Y/N): Cool. I mean, I wasn't worried.

Finnick: Sure you weren't. I told Johanna that I'd watch you until she got back but there is another reason why I'm here.

(Y/N): That reason is?

Finnick: I would like to know how you did it.

(Y/N): How I did what?

Finnick: How you killed the tributes from my district. Especially considering how you did it underwater and I mentored them. I'm not surprised how you killed the other tributes since Johana was your mentor.

(Y/N): Um, I didn't kill them.

Finnick: But the lake turned red?

(Y/N): There were alligators in the lake. Your tributes were extremely close to drowning me before those reptiles decided to appear.

Finnick: Hm, I believe you. Johanna told me you were an honest person.

(He walks towards the door.)

Finnick: I think I hear her coming. (Y/N).

(Y/N): Yeah?

Finnick: A word of advice, I'd keep that information to yourself.

(Y/N): Okay?

(He leaves the room leaving Y/N alone for a little bit until Johanna walks in.)

Johanna: Glad to see you're finally awake.

(Y/N): *smiles* Hey, Johanna.

Johanna: Did you enjoy your talk with Finnick?

(Y/N): I guess. He seems nice. He told me you two are friends.

Johanna: We are.

(Y/N): So are all the victors friends with each other?

Johana: What? [laughs] No.

(Y/N): You don't have to laugh.

(She grabs a chair, places it next to Y/N, & sits down.)

Johana: You were brutal out there. I taught you well.

(Y/N): You really did.

(She looks at the bandage wrapped around his head.)

Johanna: I'm not gonna lie to you, (Y/N). A couple of moments there; I was pretty worried about you.

(She grabs his hand & he rubs her with his thumb. This moment doesn't last long because Johanna lets go of his hand.)

Johanna: Did you like your axes?

(Y/N): For as long as I had them, yes.

Johanna: Good because I had to kiss a lot of ass for you to get them. I take you know where we are?

(Y/N): The Capital.

Johanna: Yup. And now that you are better you'll be paraded to all the districts. But before that, tell me, how do you feel?

(Y/N): I feel great. I won!

Johanna: Don't tell me that camera bullshit. It's just you and me here.

(Y/N): All right. How do I feel?

(He remembers every single thing that happened to him in games; the screams from the female District 7 tribute, how he got the cuts on his head & thigh, his broken ribs, being hit in the chest by Drake's mace, & how he killed the remaining tributes. All of this being brought back to him makes him feel nauseous, leading to him leaning to the opposite side of the bed &...)

(Y/N): Blarg! *throws up*

(He throws up into a trashcan. Johanna pats his back as he does this.)

Johanna: With that, I think you're ready.

(Y/N): [groans] For what?

Johanna: For your interview with Caesar Flickerman.

(Y/N): I seriously have to do that right now?

Johanna: Don't blame me I don't make the rules.

(She stands up & walks towards the door.)

Johanna: Your makeup team will be shortly to make you all pretty again and dress you up.

(Y/N): Where are you going?

Johanna: I'll be in the crowd.

(Y/N): You wanna give me some advice for the interview? Like, what should I say?

Johanna: Just be yourself.

(She leaves the room.)

(Y/N): [quietly] Be myself, she says.

(We cut to Y/N about to be interviewed.)

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your master of ceremonies, Caesar Flickerman!

[APPLAUSE & CHEERING]

Caesar: Thank you! Thank you! That was some Hunger Games, wasn't it?

[LOUD CHEERING]

Caesar: For the first time since the 63rd and 64th Hunger Games, a district has back-to-back victors! Were on the edge of your seat? I sure was. [laughs]

[THE CROWD LAUGHS WITH HIM]

Caesar: We have a very special guest with us tonight, none other than the victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, from District 7! So, I'm gonna stop wasting your time and bring out this year's victor. Would you all like that?

[LOUD CHEERING]

Caesar: The victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, from District 7, (Y/N) Underbreeze!

(Y/N, still adjusting to the newfound fame and luxury of the Capitol, nervously smiles and waves as he walks up the stage.)

[LOUD CHEERING]

Caesar: Congratulations, my dear! You've just emerged victorious from the arena, the toast of Panem! Tell me, how does it feel to be the champion?

(Y/N): Thank you, Caesar! It's... it's still sinking in, to be honest. It's overwhelming, but I'm grateful for the support from my district and the Capitol.

Caesar: Oh, I can only imagine! Now, District 7 is known for its lumber industry, and you certainly displayed some impressive skills in the arena. How did your background shape your strategy in the Games?

(Y/N): Well, growing up in District 7, you learn the importance of strength and resourcefulness. I knew I had to use my knowledge of the forests and my axe skills to my advantage. It was all about survival.

Caesar: And survive you did! Your performance was truly remarkable.

(Y/N): Thank you, Caesar. I owe it all to my mentor.

Caesar: Ah, yes. Your mentor. I believe she is in the crowd tonight...

(A camera is put on Johanna who smiles smugly.)

Caesar: There she is! Last year's victor, Johanna Mason. How did her guidance influence your strategy?

(Y/N): She taught me to trust my instincts, to never back down, no matter the costs. She showed me how to use every tool at my disposal.

Caesar: Well said, (Y/N). You didn't leave the other tributes in unrecognizable bloody pulps but the way you killed them, it was like I was watching Johanna all over again. I couldn't help but notice your eyes light up when you saw her on screen. Is there something going on between you two?

(Y/N): [chuckles] I'm not gonna let you put words in my mouth, Caesar.

Caesar: Okay, okay. Now, tell me, what was the most challenging moment for you in the arena?

(Y/N): Every moment was a challenge, Caesar. But I think the hardest part was facing off against the other tributes, knowing that only one of us would make it out alive. It's a feeling I'll never forget.

Caesar: [nodding sympathetically] It must have been incredibly difficult. But you emerged triumphant, a symbol of strength and resilience. Now, what are your plans for the future? How do you intend to use your newfound platform as a victor?

(Y/N): I want to honor the memory of those who didn't make it out of the arena, Caesar. I want to be a voice for them, for all the tributes who were lost. And I want to make a difference in Panem, however I can.

Caesar Flickerman: Admirable goals, indeed! But some districts might not believe you.

(Y/N): Because?

Caesar: Districts 1, 2, and 4 have come up with a nickname for you. It's quite distasteful if you ask me.

(Y/N): What is it?

Caesar: I couldn't possibly say it on air.

(Y/N): Caesar Flickerman, I never knew you were a tease!

Caesar: [gasps] I am not! And I am not going to start now. You really want to know the nickname?

(Y/N): Please.

Caesar: The Career Killer.

[A LOUD GASP IS HEARD FROM THE AUDIENCE]

(Y/N): Because I killed...and the way I killed their tributes?

Caesar: Correct. Your response to Districts 1, 2, and 4?

(Y/N): It's not my fault that the remaining tributes were from your districts, okay? Whether they were from District 5 to District 9. I would've killed them all the same.

Caesar: Of course--

(Y/N): That being said...it does have a nice ring to it. But let's not beat around the bush here. In the Hunger Games, it's kill or be killed. I just happened to be better at it than the rest. They were competition, and I eliminated them. Simple as that.

Caesar: Well said once again, (Y/N). And congratulations on your victory.

(Y/N): Mind if I have the final word?

Caesar: Go right ahead.

(Y/N): Careers ain't shit.

(The audience claps wryly while Johanna cheers & claps excitedly. We cut to see a train on its way to District 7. We pan inside of the train to see Y/N looking through a window admiring the passing view until Johanna walks into his train car.)

Johanna: Your interview was so good! No, great!

(Y/N): Glad you liked it.

Johanna: I wish mine was as good as yours. Plus your ending line. "Careers ain't shit." I've got goosebumps.

(She walks towards a bowl of blueberries, picks one up, & tosses it into her mouth before sitting down.)

(Y/N): [deep breath]

(He walks away from the window & takes a seat across from Johanna.)

Johanna: Something on your mind?

(Y/N): Yeah.

Johanna: Spit it out then.

(Y/N): Well, there's something I told myself I would do if I won the Hunger Games.

Johanna: Go on.

(Y/N): I told myself if I won the games...I would ask you on--

Johanna: I'm gonna stop you right there, (Y/N). Look, I'm not...[sighs] I'm not trying to break your heart. I like you. I really do. I never thought I could feel that way about another person after...

(He stands up from his chair.)

(Y/N): *clears throat* Of course you put it together. You don't have to explain any further. I understand.

Johanna: (Y/N)--

(Y/N): I wish I died in the games. [chuckles dryly] I'm just gonna go to another train car. I'll...see you around.

(Before she can get another word in, he leaves the car she's in.)

Days Later

Victor's Village

(We see Y/N lying on a couch, still moping about being rejected by Johanna.)

(Y/N): [sighs] It's your own damn fault. You should've been prepared for her to shoot you down. I guess I'm gonna chop some trees down to pass the time? I don't know.

(He gets up from the couch, walks to a closet, & opens it to see various kinds of axes.)

(Y/N): Hmm.

(Before he can pick an axe...)

*KNOCK*

(There's a knock at his door. So he closes the closet & walks to the door to answer it.)

(Y/N): Hey, Johanna.

Johanna: We need to talk.

(Y/N): I said it's okay and I don't really want to go through it--

Johanna: (Y/N), if you don't let me in; I'm going to rearrange your face.

(He steps aside to let her in. The two victors walk into the living room.)

(Y/N): Let's talk.

Johanna: You haven't had the pleasure of President Snow's company, have you?

(Y/N): No. The only interaction I've had with the man is when he placed a crown on my head and congratulated me for winning.

Johanna: Let's hope it stays that way. [sighs deeply] Last year President Snow visited me in Victor's Village and told me I was to become a prostitute. One of Panem's whores. To benefit the capitol's wealth. People all across the country found me desirable because of my fiery spirit and dominance in every word I spoke and step I took.

(Y/N): Johanna, I'm--

Johanna: I know what you're going to say, (Y/N). And I appreciate it, I really do. But please, let me finish. I said no, right to his fucking face. He did not like that one bit. So to put me in my place...he slaughtered my entire family.

(This shocks Y/N.)

Johanna: My mom. My dad. Even my little brother. Since then I've been alone in a big empty house reminded of who I lost and who took them from me. I told you this before but I didn't think I could care about another person like that until I mentored some lumberjack the same age as me.

(She walks up to Y/N.)

Johanna: The way he held an axe, his smile, the comfortable silence we would share together.

(She holds his hands in her's.)

Johanna: Back on the train, I was afraid of Snow finding out that there was another person in this world that I loved and what he would do. But you know what? Fuck him.

(Y/N): Yeah, fuck 'em.

Johanna: I'm not going to let him control my life anymore.

(She passionately kisses him & Y/N kisses her back. As they pull away from each other, a sense of liberation washes over them. Their heart beats in sync, their breaths mingling in the air as they share a moment of unspoken understanding.)

RayTheRipper: You guys want me to do Hunger Games [2012] or go straight to Catching Fire?