𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

This is Goodbye.

The Next morning all the victors were summoned to a meeting room, for what? Elliot doesn't know. But she's sitting at a large round table with the middle cut out so it's in the shape of an 'O' when Katniss walks in. Every victor is in the room with her, Beetee, Enobaria, Seth, Jason, Johanna, Peeta, Haymitch, Finnick, and herself. That's it. All that's left of them.

Coin stands at what was once President Snow's chair, with Beetee in his wheelchair next to her, Elliot took her seat next to Jason and Seth.

"What's this?" Katniss asks, looking around the room.

"The remaining Victors. Join us, will you?" Everyone started to sit with Katniss soon joining them.

"I have invited you all here for several reasons, but first I have an announcement." she paused, folding her hands in front of her. "I have taken the burden and the honor of declaring myself Interim President of Panem."

Elliot rolls her eyes as the entire room hears Haymitch scoff to himself, everyone looks to him. "Interim? Exactly how long is that interim?" he points out.

"We have no way of knowing for certain." she glares at the long blonde haired man. "But it's clear that people are too emotional right now to make a rational decision."

"And you think you're the best option?" Elliot inquired.

"Well, do you see anyone volunteering right now?" she raised her eyebrow staring into Elliot's eyes with hidden rage. "We'll plan an election when the time is right."

"But I have called you here for a more important vote. A symbolic vote." Haymitch and Elliot lock eyes from across the table. "This afternoon we will execute Snow. Hundreds of his accomplices also await their deaths, Capitol Officials, Peacekeepers, Torturers, Gamekeepers."

Elliot's eyes found Johanna's from her right, she smiled with sarcasm dripping from her lips and leaned back in her chair. Elliot just released a 'huh' and sat back.

"But the danger is, once we begin, the rebels will not stop calling for retribution." She looks around the table. "The thirst for blood is a difficult urge to satisfy. So, I offer an alternative plan. Majority of six may approve it. No one may abstain. The proposal is this."

The next words almost feel unreal to Elliot, she can't believe her ears. This can't be right.

"In lieu of these barbaric executions, we hold a symbolic Hunger Games." After she finishes, the room falls silent, you could hear a pin drop. Seconds later Haymitch sets down his mug that ends with a single clatter on the wooden table. Next you hear Johanna send a menacing giggle to the silent room.

"You wanna have another Hunger Games with The Capitals Childrens?"

"You're joking?" Finnick speaks, looking around the room.

"Not in the slightest."

Haymitch lets out a puff, "Is this Plutarch's idea?"

"It was mine." Coin says.