This is the last chapter! I hope everyone who pressed forward, through this incredibly long story will be pleased. I know that I had a blast writing it.

Rated Adult for Language, Violence, Character Death.

11A.

The arena shakes, a deep moan coming from the ancient structure, another series of explosions sounds, as bursts of flames collide with the atmosphere. Hysterical Capitol citizens can be heard from where he's laying on the ground, sand and blood coats his muscular body.

Serkan has been distracted by the spectacle, which gives Brenton enough time to scramble for his bow a few feet away. His nails encrusted with dirt and dried blood scratch and search in the discarded quiver for an arrow. His battered hand finally feels the silver feathers; his fingers tighten around it to draw it out.

Skillfully he places the arrow at the nock and draws the string back, the bow an extension of his own body. He stands up with steady legs, which is a feat seeing how the wound at his side has begun to bleed profusely. Serkan turns back to where Brenton had been laying defensively; his eyes frantically search the ground.

Brenton gives a low whistle from where he stands at Serkan's side. The other boy, the one with the vengeful and wicked spirit, only gets half through his next breath before an arrow is lodged through his throat.

He drops to his knees, his fingers scrambling for the arrow, but it's not long until he drops to the ground, his arms splayed out around him, before the light in his eyes dims and goes out for good. Brenton keeps his stance until he's positive the other boy won't be fighting back.

Then reality hits him with a force, as the pain in his side intensifies, and the walls of the arena fall. Brenton slips the bow over his head, before bending over to pick up the quiver and doing the same with it. He hears Daria calling his name once again, and he turns, trying to run to her, he limps because of his wound, but he tries to push the pain back, wanting to only concentrate on her.

Some of her dark hair had escaped her braid, as the strands frame her face. Brenton can see a path of blood running down the side of her face; she gives him a small smile before running towards him. Their bodies collide; his hands cradle the back of her neck, as her hands go to the straps at his chest, holding onto him tightly.

Brenton kisses her hard on the mouth, causing Daria to reciprocate. The both of them kiss and embrace the other as the world falls around them, but for those few seconds it's a victory that the both of them are alive so far. Brenton pulls away from her, breaking the kiss.

"You listened to me for once," he moves his hands to her cheeks brushing her hair out of her face, a few pieces are stuck to the dried blood at the side of her face," You did well."

She nods, her green eyes grim," It's not over yet."

"I know," Brenton looks around them for an exit, when he sees a large piece has been blow away from the explosions, he turns back to her his hands still clung to her and hers to him," I'm going to go find Thread and Snow," Daria tries to argue but he cuts her off before she can speak," I need you to get the other codes out. You and I both know what will be the first agenda Thread will have with everything going to hell."

"Alright, but be careful," Brenton nods before he releases her to exit the arena, with her hands still at his armor she pulls him back down for another kiss before releasing him," I love you."

He searches her face one last time," I love you too."

Daria watches as he runs out of the arena, after he's out of her sight she runs back to where she had dropped her trident. She reaches down picking up the weapon, tossing it up and down in her hand, feeling the weight again. Her other hand goes to the mockingjay pin at her chest; her fingers traced the outline before exiting the arena herself.

11B

The ground shakes underneath their feet, as ancient stones in aerosol form surround the space of air around them. Peeta's the first one to stand up from his hunched down position, his hand still grasping Katniss' arm out of reflex, as she's forced to stand with him. With Finnick's hold on his trident, he tilts his head up to Peeta, narrowing his eyes through the grim. Peeta looks up as he smiles to himself, before he breathes in deeply coughing afterwards. He waves his free hand in the air, trying to clear some of the residue in the space before him.

"Looks like I haven't lost my touch."

Katniss rolls her eyes as she removes Peeta's hand from her arm," Yes, and it's lucky for us you were so meticulous about recalculating the numbers, or all three of us would have been a part of the explosion."

Finnick rights himself, as he clears his black light weight jacket of dust," And that's bad…being blown up."

Peeta turns to the other man," It wasn't that close."

Finnick raises a brow," Really?"

Katniss steps in between them," Boys is this really the time to be in a pissing contest about pyrotechnics? If you remember we still have our children down there, still in the arena. You know it's that place we just blew a hole in the side of?"

Peeta nods as Finnick rounds Katniss to stand on the other side of her," First priority, we need to start evacuating the codes-"

Finnick shakes his head," No, Peeta-"

Peeta cuts him short," Finnick, you know as well as I do what Snow's first exit strategy is. We've both seen what happens when he's nervous, and what we just did I'm positive has pushed him so far past nervous."

"Your son, my daughter… my daughter is down there, and I have no idea what she looks like, except for a far away shot from the arena, it wasn't clear enough-"

Katniss places a hand on his shoulder," We know her name."

Finnick nods looking to her with gratitude," Daria."

Katniss smiles faintly," Yes, Daria."

"Yes, but she needs me! She's down there, we cut the feed before I knew if she survived-"

Peeta stops him," Our children were strong enough to survive this long, we need to have faith in them that they can hold on a little longer," Peeta's voice become quiet," I can't do this without you."

Finnick swallows before looking back to Peeta," Alright, what do you need me to do?"

The side of his mouth rises a bit before falling," I need you to lead the others, and by what we know about Keeper tactics they'll be trying to protect and surround the perimeter-"

Katniss steps in closer," There's not much of a perimeter left."

Peeta looks to her," True, but they're trained to go down with the ship, they won't let go without a fight," he turns back to Finnick," I need you to make sure our exit strategy goes as planned," Peeta can sense Finnick's resistance," I promise we'll find her."

Finnick nods as he stares at the ground," Ok," he turns to walk as Peeta brings him in a hug, patting his back, before breaking the embrace," It's been an honor."

Without any word Finnick runs to the edge and scales down the dilapidated wall with ease, the bottom of his trident controlling the speed. Katniss watches him before she can longer see him; she turns back to Peeta, who has now begun to pull a rifle from the bag, pulling the strap over his head.

She hunches down, unzipping the bag beside her. Her dark hair falls around her as she pulls out her bow and a quiver; she flips her hair to her back before pulling the strap of the quiver over her head. She stands up turning to scale the wall down towards where she knows the arena to be.

Before she can reach the edge, she's pulled back by a strong hand. She flinches for a second before looking to Peeta, whose jaw is set and flexing.

"What?"

His eyes are sad but serious," You can't go-"

"What?"

"I need you to get the codes out-"

Katniss shakes her head violently as she tries to pull from his grasp," No, absolutely not! My son is down there somewhere! You will not manage me they way you do everyone else Peeta Mellark!"

He turns her around fully to face him as he takes her by both her arms," I need you to make sure the other children are safe. They don't have anyone fighting for them, Katniss! They need you to, the way you wish someone would have for Prim."

Katniss struggles underneath his touch," That's not fair, for you to put me in the middle of deciding between my own child and the memory of my dead sister."

"I don't want to make you choose, but you know these tunnels and layouts better than anyone. You're their best chance."

"But, Brenton-"

"I will find him, I promise. I will find our son."

She grabs hold of his shirt, her free hand balls the black fabric there," You're going after Snow too, aren't you?"

He doesn't answer her, but watches her closely for a few seconds before kissing her. Their mouths remain closed, but the passion isn't wavering as he breaks the kiss laying his forehead against hers.

"I love you, Katniss Everdeen, and I will marry you very soon."

"You're only making promises like that because you're positive you won't survive."

He lets out a haunted laugh," Look she's funny."

Katniss pulls back, shaking the fabric in her hand," All joking aside. You come back to me, with our son."

Peeta moves his hands up her arms to her face," Don't we always find each other."

Katniss nods as she closes her eyes, the feel of Peeta's warm mouth is pressed against hers, and she leans into it, trying to memorize every touch. It's not long until his hands and lips leave her, standing alone in the middle of ruins.

When she opens her eyes, she's alone once again in the place she vowed to never return to. Katniss breathes in deeply before scaling the wall down to where she knew the barracks to be. Everything in her wants to defy Peeta and search for her son, but she knows that in the scheme of things there's a greater plan weaving its way through their lives.

11C

The wound at his side has started to pulse, as the pain intensifies with every cough he releases. He had ripped a piece of curtain free to fashion it into a tourniquet, which helped slow the bleeding down but he's begging to feel it in his body, that he may not have much more time left.

Brenton tries to breathe as he presses his back into the wall, hugging it tightly as gunfire goes off around him. After he had left Daria in the arena he had made his way back to where he knew the official offices and quarters were.

His body was becoming weak but his mind was still strong and he knew he had to find someone in particular, even if he meant most likely losing his own life he would bring Thread down along with him. He risked a glace around the corner, as anarchy rose around him.

The halls were already crowded with bodies of the dead, Keepers, Capitol citizens and codes found their resting places on the same blood stained carpet, proving we are all equal in deaths eyes. Brenton begins to push himself off of the wall, as he can hear oncoming voices.

"Keep the perimeter closed as long as possible, I don't care if you have to throw codes in front of their bullets, I want it all secure for Elective Snow's escape."

"Sir, we're giving up to the rebels?"

Brenton hears only silence until the low cracking of bones is heard, right before the thud of a limp body hits the floor. Thread's voice fills the hallway again, his tone indifferent.

"Never question me…never."

Brenton swallows before reaching into his quiver and taking out his last arrow. He breathes in slowly through his nose before breathing out through his mouth. The pain at his side has risen up through his entire side, and it has caused his arm to feel like lead.

He pushes everything else down; his pain and fear are secondary to his need for vengeance. Brenton forces himself off of the wall, and rounds the corner; his stance is at ready, as his hand grasps the grip. Everything is sharp and at a slower pace than reality when he spots Thread behind a wall of Keepers. The back of his neck is clear, as Brenton brings the string back, the arrow secured at the nock.

His fingers begin to release when at the last moment one of the Keepers turns, alerting Thread to Brenton's presence. Instead of piercing the intended target, Brenton is forced to move the bow slightly to the left, sending the arrow to the Keeper.

The arrow buries itself into the base of his throat, the force sending his body down with the other deceased. For a split second Brenton and Thread stare the other down, it's clear to the older man what the younger one has come for. He's come for blood, and he intends to collect.

The time of stillness doesn't last long until, Brenton's being fired upon, he dives back behind the wall, his body hunched down. He curses to himself for being so rash, he should have been more careful, because now his bow is no longer useful without arrows.

Which means he has to come up to Thread close and personal, he almost has to laugh to himself at how history has repeated, however this time it'll be another Mellark to make Thread bleed. Brenton reaches down searching the bodies of the Keepers around him, he tries to ignore the blood drenched clothing and half missing faces.

He's lucky enough to find rifles still filled with ammunition and a couple of blades, the irony of using weapons which had terrorized him once but who now could save him, is not lost. Brenton slips the one of the blades into his waist slot, while bringing the strap of the rifle over his head. The fatigue of the day and his wound causes him to teeter a bit as he reaches out to the wall bracing himself.

He shakes his head clearing it as he reaches down for the blade lying on the ground. He grits his teeth as he takes a running start rolling into the hallway, to land hunched down, his feet planted perfectly, as he releases the blade it landing into the throat of one of the Keepers.

Without thinking he falls to his stomach, raising the rifle up to shoot, a barrage of bullets flies past him as he fires off his own. The few Keepers left by Thread to kill him are on the floor, screaming in pain. Brenton closes his eyes before firing into the group until, there's only silence.

It isn't until he goes to stand he notices the pain coming from the bicep of his left arm. He's a bit queasy when he makes it to his feet. The amount of blood he's been losing has caused him to shake, he once again pushes everything back as he steps over the bodies littering the once brightly decorated hallway. He checks the rifle for ammunition but it comes out empty.

He brings the rifle strap over his head wincing; the gun is discarded, clanking to the floor as it flips on its side. Brenton moves his hand over to his gunshot wound, his fingers coming back with a minimal amount of blood.

The bullet must have grazed him, he's thankful for at least that much. He reaches down to his waist bringing the blade out, the glint of the knife shining under the rattling lights above. His pace is controlled and steady as he makes his way to the small door which leads to Thread's quarters.

Brenton rears back kicking the door in, the shards of wood fall to the floor. Brenton walks in stepping on the pieces of door, the room is simpler than he would have assumed.

Thread turns around, his face isn't the least bit surprised to see the boy. He looks down to Brenton's hand as blood and sweat grip the handle. Thread throws down the bag he's been packing to walk to the center of the room which only consists of a bed and nothing else. The older man shakes his head, a smile on his face and his scar deep in the muted light.

"I have to say I am impressed by you," he begins to circle Brenton as the boy does the same," Most of the Mellark men are soft politicians at heart, but not you. You have a drive that none of them ever had, there is something truly remarkable about your ability to survive."

"Are you trying to compliment me?"

"I'm only trying to have you understand."

"What that you killed my friend?"

"Boy, I've killed a lot of people, and your stupid code friend is at the bottom of the list of the people close to you , who have ate a bullet from me" Thread stops circling as he rises a brow," Is that why you're here to avenged someone you knew for a few short weeks?"

Brenton stops as he shakes his head," No, I'm here to keep a promise. I told you after you killed those girls in the courtyard that I would finish what Peeta started."

Thread begins to laugh," Do you really think you can beat me? DO YOU?"

Brenton calmly shrugs," There's only one way to find out."

Thread brings a blade from behind his back, his arm outstretched ready to attack. Brenton can feel the tension rise up around him, he's on the cusp of jumping off, how this ends will dictate the rest of his life. Be it the next ten minutes or years, everything is riding on how focused and brutal he can truly be.

It almost doesn't register for him when Thread finally invades his personal space, it's a blur, and the stinging sensation from the cut against his cheek is the reminder. He can feel the warmth of the blood fall down to his jaw line. Thread steps back rising his blade out towards the younger boy.

"That was a warning; the next one won't be as kind."

Brenton reaches up wiping the blood from his jaw, before he brings his fingers up in front of his eyes. The blood is bright and already dried, signifying a superficial wound.

As he watches his fingers stained with the newly drawn blood, something begins to change, he no longer feels the anxiety from before, or even the pain from his preexisting wounds. Brenton lowers his hand to his side as he looks up into the dark eyes of the man before him.

"I guarantee it."

Thread's expression becomes dire when the dark hair boy lunges at him, his blade thrusting towards the older man's throat. Thread easily blocks it, but his victory is short lived when Brenton rotates his wrist and elbow, and with a guttural scream, allowing the blade contact against Thread's cheek. The cut is deep, ensuring a scar will appear.

The shock on Thread's face is apparent, as the blood begins to flow down his cheek. Both men slash and thrust their blades at the other's body, the proximity is both a blessing and a curse, which enables each man the opportunity to easily block, but also gives the other's blade easy access to others flesh.

Brenton catches the older man's shoulder, his blade sinking in deep, however, the hilt is in too thick, which gives Thread the opportunity to head butt him, his shoulder sinking. The older man rears back backhanding the boy, his hand releasing from the handle, it isn't long before Thread's boot makes contact with the boy's ribs sending him across the room.

His body flies through the air until he's eventually stopped by the brass frame of the bed. The metal is unrelenting, as the force of the impact reverberates through his body, he scrambles to his feet, but Thread is already standing over him.

Brenton looks up slowly to the vicious man, his body is riddled with cuts, his skin coated in blood and sweat, Brenton has to assume he looks the same.

Thread reaches for the handle of the blade pulling it out slowly as he winces in pain, when it's finally free, the tip dripping with blood, his fingers uncurl form the handle, the knife falling to the cold floor with a clatter.

"I have to hand it to you kid, you are good, hell maybe even better than your father," Thread move his hand over the gaping wound at his shoulder, the fabric there has become dark with blood pooling there," but I'm better."

Thread raises his blade up to attack, everything is in slow motion, as Brenton sweeps his leg under Thread's sending the man to the floor hard, his knife flying from his grasp as the impact of the hit, sends his limps in separate directions.

Brenton doesn't hesitate as he reaches for his discarded blade, before jumping onto the body of a stunned Thread. His battered arms rise up, plunging the blade into the older man's chest, piercing his heart. The air in Thread's lungs escapes as his eyes widen, Brenton bears down again and again, twisting the blade until Thread's spasms cease and everything goes still.

Brenton's almost in a daze as he releases the handle, staring down into Thread's blank expression. He reaches down pulling the blade free, before he scoots off of the man's body, while still hunched down back peddling into the nearest wall.

His back hits the wall with force, the blade falling from his fingers. He brings his knees to his chest as he buries his head to his legs.

The building begins to shake around him and he can hear gun shots in the background, he knows nothing will be the same, and he's afraid he may be damned.

11D

The corridor of the entire camp was in full pandemonium, before Katniss was even able to reach the barracks. The construction and remodeling done after she had escaped was more extensive than she has previously assumed. Most of the children, the ones who hadn't run out into the courtyard to be slaughtered by waiting Keepers, were ducked down and hiding underneath their beds completely petrified.

Katniss had frightened most of them as she broke down the door, her bow ready to fire. Most seemed mute and unconvinced of her wanting to help, until she rose up her sleeve showing her own brand. It wasn't long until she was seen as their equal and ally.

A few of the older codes had helped to organize the smaller children, something she was grateful of when considering she was the lone adult trying to evacuate nearly a hundred scared and frantic codes.

She hugged the wall, her bow down by her side, as she looked around the corner, evaluating the north hallway, wanting to be positive that it was clear to move the children forward. She could hear gunfire from off, but it still set her on guard.

Bodies covered most of the stones of the corridor, most of the structure had already fallen to the ground, and dust hung in the air. She used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her brow; her dark hair clung to the sides of her neck, as the salt of perspiration fell to her lips.

When she was positive it was safe she waved on the first group of codes to run down the hallway.

"Go," she reached out to grab the arm of one of the older boys," stop when you get around the corner and wait for me," Katniss bent down picking up a discarded rifle, forcing it into the red headed boys arms," use this only if it's needed," the boy nodded she could see the fear in his eyes," they're your responsibility now…protect them."

The boy led the younger children down the hall, Katniss watched as he stopped midway waiting for the last child to pass him before he followed the crowd. She waited for another three groups to round the corners, before walking into the hall herself.

The sound of boots, stopped her, she turned quickly dropping to one knee, the other bent with her footing solid. With her bow at the ready she breathed in slowly releasing the breath in time with her arrow, as a couple of bloodied Keepers entered the hallway, their rifles firing. The arrow split through the air finding its home, in the right eye of one of the Keepers. His worn body fell to the ground with the rest of the lost, his firearm still grasped with his grip.

Katniss reached back into her quiver for another arrow, swiftly nocking the arrow, as the bullet of the Keeper flew past her. She drew back, releasing the arrow, but not before a bullet pierced her thigh. The Keeper flew back as the arrow buried into his jugular. Katniss fell to the floor, her bow hitting the ground hard, as she held onto her leg, the pain flooding her head. Blood rushed out around and over her fingers, she took her free hand, planting it firmly to the ground to give herself enough leverage to hoist her body off of the floor.

It wasn't until she could hear the heavy breathing that she noticed the presence of another person. Katniss looked over to her right to see a Keeper approaching, she let go of her leg which made her wince in pain to grab a hold of her bow, but her accuracy wouldn't be as sharp and she knew she was slower now that she was injured.

Katniss closed her eyes as she heard the click of the gun ring through her ears, she waited for the final blow, but when nothing happened she opened her eyes, griping her bow. She looked over to where she assumed the Keeper would be ready to fir on her, but what she saw shocked her.

The firearm fell from the Keeper's hand as a three pointed blade, jutted out of his chest, his back bent at the spine. Katniss recognized the blades as part of a trident, she tried to look around the Keeper to thank Finnick for saving her life, but instead she spotted a dark haired girl, her petite body behind the dead Keeper as she rose her foot up to push the corpse from her weapon.

The Keeper's body fell to its knees before falling face first into a pool of blood. The girl glanced over to the body before locking eyes with Katniss, her face was covered with sweat and dried blood, and her body was flushed and covered in bruises and cuts.

Her dark hair had come out of her braid which now fell in front of her, but even with her appearance, Katniss could see the kindness in her eyes. The girl ran over to Katniss dropping to her knees, she released her trident, laying it to the ground.

She looked down to Katniss's leg, before turning to tear a piece of fabric from a nearby corpse of a Capitol citizen. Katniss watched as she ripped the fabric free, she was impressed by how calm the girl seemed.

The girl turned back to Katniss, her hands moving to her wounded leg," This will help the bleeding," the dark haired girl wrapped the fabric around Katniss' leg," I know it's not ideal but it should hold until we can get you some help."

Katniss grabs a hold of her arm before she can fully sit up," Why are you helping me?"

The girl sits up her hands on her knees," I saw you helping the codes, plus you have something about the way your eyes are that remind me of someone."

Katniss nods, about to release the girl before she notices the pin on her armor, the shine has been faded by the dried blood but the mockingjay is as noticeable as ever.

Katniss lightly shakes the girl's arm," Where did you get that?"

The girl follows her eyes," The pin," Katniss nods her grip tightening as the girl's eyes become sad," The boy I love gave it to me-"

Katniss moves to face the girl, the pain in her leg being heard she grabs the girl by her other arm, her gaze serious," Brenton gave it to you?"

The girl seems afraid by Katniss' behavior but she nods slowly," Yes."

"Where is he is? Is he ok?"

"I don't know. Why would you be concern?"

"Because he's my son."

The girl smiles faintly," I'm Daria."

Katniss returns the smile," I know your father."

Daria doesn't question her, as she helps her to her feet, Katniss' bow secured in her hand as Daria's trident is grasped in hers, and she helps Katniss down the hallway and around the corner as the codes wait for further instructions.

The children are huddled together, but keep together. Katniss looks to Daria as the younger woman leans her against her, keeping her arm around her side to help her walk.

"Let's get these kids out of here. The exit is about a hundred yards up."

Daria nodded as they began to move out, the women and an older code boy bringing up the rear.

11E

The walk down the tapestry decorated hallway was made in a haze, after he had left Thread's quarters, his lifeless beaten body on the floor. The sounds of screaming and gun fire had begun to ebb, Brenton assumed everyone was most likely already dead or had escaped. After he had entered the hallway he had bent down to pick up a firearm from beside a deceased Keeper, his fingers were still pressed against the grip, before Brenton had to curl each one away.

He was surrounded by death, it threatened to drag him down into a dark existence, and the surprising thing was that he was almost expecting to be lost in it. He had to navigate the hallway without stepping on the corpses, the tall massive wooden doors, were a few feet from him.

He raised the pistol in front of him, preparing himself for a fight; seeing there was real possibility there would be an armed Keeper inside. Brenton reared back, before forcing his boot to kick the door open, the doors flew open, the deep whining sound feeling the air.

Without hesitation, Brenton aimed his gun to the single Keeper, shooting him between the eyes. He hadn't had a chance to press the trigger before his body hit the ground. The aroma of flowers and blood filled the room, and for once Brenton was too numb to be taken over by the stench.

His eyes were haunted and dark, with deep cuts marring his skin. The wound at his side had begun to seep again, but thankfully the bullet wound at his arm had remained painless. The dark haired boy searched the room for the older man; Brenton rounded the desk his pistol still raised, as he found the official hunched beside the desk.

Brenton motioned for the man to stand," Get up, and keep your hands visible!"

Snow raised his hands as he stood," You're not going to shoot me, boy."

Brenton kept his arm raised but exhaustion began to weigh him down, his hand shaking," Oh, really?"

"Yes, because I understand you. You're smart you wouldn't do something so rash-"

"You know nothing about me!"

"I know of your resilience, you are the perfect product of this institution."

"Excuse me?"

"You are proof of what can be made. You have become something more than the son of someone infamous, you are a skilled killer. You are what can come from pushing someone to their limits. They either break or ascend. And you my boy have become something greater than what you were."

"I don't revel in taking someone's life."

Snow kept his hands up as he walked closer to Brenton, his gun still trained at the man's chest," Is that so? I seem to remember the damage you did to Keeper Cray, not that I blame you, even I thought he was a letch. But what about Lucious Thread? I'm assuming sense you were able to be here now, you much have killed him. The state your body is in tells that much, so if you were able to survive and defeat him, you must have a brutality with in you."

"Why are you so sure I won't shoot you?"

"I'm not, but if you do, it'll just prove me right."

Brenton raises his arm moving the barrel of the gun to Snow's temple," I wouldn't want you to be disappointed-"

"Son?"

Brenton turns his head to see a medium built man with broad shoulders, and piercing blue eyes, the same ones he's seen in the mirror for sixteen years. Peeta stands at the boy's side, reaching up to lower the barrel of the gun.

"This isn't the way-"

Brenton pulls the gun down as he turns towards Peeta, his eyes furious," What do you know, you've been trying to kill him for years?"

Peeta nods his short bangs stick to the sweat at his forehead," I know, but this is not a road I want you to go down. You can lose yourself in it."

Tears begin to rush down his battered face as he looks to his father," I don't know what to do."

Peeta holds his hand out, palm facing upwards," Trust me, give me the gun."

Brenton's body shakes as he sighs, his hand bringing the pistol to lie in Peeta's hand. His fingers remain curled over the grip, before he finally releases it, stepping back. Peeta nods his approval to Brenton as the boy runs his hands through his grimy hair.

Snow clicks his tongue disapprovingly," I thought you had more to you, Brenton. I suppose you're as soft as the other Mellarks."

Peeta turned towards Snow, the older man had lowered his hands," Don't ever talk to my son."

"I try to make him into something more-"

"You tried to twist and fade what makes him better than what you are, what I've let myself be. What my own father had wished for me, and I let you do that to me."

Snow glared at Peeta," You're father was misled, he needed to be shown what happens to traitors."

"My father saw past all the shine and hubris of the Capitol, he was a good man," Peeta stepped in front of Brenton leaving a few feet in between he and Snow," I know you were the one to order the kill on my family. Thread's the one who carried it out, he pulled the trigger, but you used his grief and vengeance against him. You're the real master of it all," Peeta looked down before smiling briefly, turning to look at Brenton behind him and back to Snow," But not anymore, all you are now is a scared old man hunching down beside his desk."

"How long am I to be alive?"

"Oh, death is too easy for you," Peeta leans in towards Snow his voice low and quiet," I think you should witness the world you created."

Snow's face falls and for the first time, Brenton can see him sweat, and he realizes just how small the official really looks. Peeta stands up, giving out a low whistle, before a group of people dressed in the same black t-shirt and pants of his father come through the doors. They take their positions beside Snow, one at each side of him grabbing his arms.

Peeta motions to a large man with silver hair," Boggs, put him somewhere secure, we wouldn't want someone to harm him before he can be sentenced."

The man nods as he and a dark haired woman drag the older man out of the office. Brenton watches him go, and he feels a weight being lifted from his shoulders. Quickly he's being pulled into a hug, his head lays at Peeta's shoulder as the older man holds onto him tightly, as his arms hang by his sides.

Peeta pats his back," Hi, son."

Brenton smiles faintly, the intensity of his wounds filling his head," Hi."

Brenton pulls from him," You aren't what I pictured."

Peeta nods, as he smiles," You are though, you look like your mother."

"That's funny because most people say I look like you."

Peeta nods," That you do."

Brenton breathes in deeply before he turns to go, Peeta's hand grabs his arm," Where are you going?"

"There's someone I have to find."

"I'll help you."

Brenton turns to walk out of the door before he stops to turn to Peeta," How did you know I would be here?"

"Haymitch found me."

Brenton smiled briefly before walking out of the door, Peeta following closely behind.

11F

The outskirts of the tree line is crowded with wounded and frightened children, as Finnick weaves through everyone. His team had been in an excursion with about twenty Keepers, before they had taken over the perimeter, they were lucky to have only lost three people.

He had tried to keep his mind off of finding his daughter, but he had more than once wanted to go on his own and search for her. So instead he had led, but now the adrenaline was leaving his body as he frantically looked in every face of every code he came upon.

He also hadn't seen Katniss or Peeta yet, and it wasn't helping his anxiety. He reluctantly walked over to where a makeshift first aide camp had been set up; bloodied bodies were laid out on hand made stretchers, when the more severe cases were taken to the tents, where a surgical team was working. He hadn't brought himself to check inside, he was too frightened of what he may find.

A rustle of leaves alerted him to turn around; he couldn't help his sigh of relief when he saw Katniss coming up over the small hill. She was being helped by a dark haired code, her body leaning into the girl's.

Finnick ran up to her taking her by the hand," Did you get shot?"

Katniss rolled her eyes," I'm so glad you're pretty, Finnick, because sometimes you can be extremely dense" Katniss nods to the girl," I was lucky she was there…she saved me."

Finnick looks to the girl who watches him closely, her green eyes studying him," Thank you, she's a friend of mine-"

Katniss nods to the girl," And she's your daughter. Finnick this is Daria."

Daria smiles slightly, as Finnick almost loses his footing," I'm Finnick…your dad."

Katniss clears her throat," I don't mean to be a bother but I need to get my bullet wound looked at."

Finnick shakes his head as he walks over to Katniss' other side, taking her by the arm. They lead her down the hill to where a medic rushes over to help her to an empty stretcher.

She looks over to Finnick," Is Peeta back yet? Did he find Brenton?"

"No, not yet."

She looks over to Daria who seems as distressed as she is," He'll be here."

Daria nods, but Katniss can see her eyes filling with tears. Katniss can feel her own grief and worry fill her as the medic has her raise her leg to examine it. She glances over towards the clearing; she can't hide the smile on her face.

She motions behind Finnick and Daria," Look."

Daria turns around quickly as she spots Brenton walking up to where they stand, she doesn't respond before running towards him closing the gap. Katniss has to fight her own need to race up to her family, while Finnick watches his daughter. Her legs feel heavy as she races towards him, she notices the blood down his arm and side, her body collides with his as she buries her hands in his hair, he does the same to her. His grip feels weak to her, and she can feel him shake against her.

She pulls from him just enough to look into his face," I was afraid I wouldn't see you again."

Brenton reaches up to push some of her hair from her face," I couldn't break my promise."

Daria smiles as she moves her hands to his face framing it, before kissing him passionately. Peeta clears his throat before he spots Katniss making his way to her.

By the tree line Finnick leans down, talking quietly just so Katniss can hear him," I find my daughter only five minutes and now I have to worry about boys."

Katniss covers her mouth to laugh, before Peeta comes up to her kissing her on the mouth before hunching down beside her. Even though everything has been changed in one day, the air is a bit lighter carrying the hope of change.

Epilogue 1

The wind is warm as it works its way through the old coal dust, whistling around the dilapidated buildings. The sun shines in his eyes as he looks at the burnt down structure in front of them. Burnt pieces of carpeting wood lays in a pile, scorch marks cover the once blue paneling.

Brenton covers the top of forehead with his hand, shielding his eyes from the sun," So you're going to rebuild?"

Peeta nods," Yh, I think so."

Brenton looks over to his father," Maybe I can help, it'll give me something to do."

Peeta raises his brow," What no Daria?"

"No, she's going to go to District four with her father for awhile after the trial, she needs time with him."

Peeta nods," It's hard being away from the girl you love, but it won't be forever."

"I know. It's just hard not having her around," Brenton runs his hand over his face," so it'll be good to have something else to think about."

Peeta pats him on the back," You ready to be a baker's son?"

"I don't know, but it can't be as near as much trouble as being a resistant leader's son."

Peeta laughs as he lightly smacks Brenton at the back of his head," You'd be surprised, but Markis was always the one who caused the most trouble."

"Do you think maybe you could tell me about all of them someday?"

Peeta looked to the ground smiling," Sure. I can do that."

Epilogue 2

Brenton pulled at his suit jacket, the fabric irritated his skin, and he was already beginning to perspire. His father had to take his brothers out of the room, seeing the five year old twins kept jumping off of the furniture in the small den.

Straightening his jacket, Brenton walked over to the mirror hung on the far side of the wall. He ran his hands through his dark hair, trying to smooth the strands back. He had kept his relatively short since the farm, it was easier to manage and Daria liked the way his bangs would hang in his eyes.

It had been five years since he was forced to kill in the arena, five years since he and his family had begun to rebuild the district. There were no longer any concentration camps, the Capitol had been made into a city of equals, the vision his grandfather had once had.

Snow was gone, he become sick in prison contracting a bacterial infection, so on a cold winters day he died an old man alone in his cell. Life had remained to move on; nothing was lost from his absence.

Soon after they had located to district twelve, his father had finally made an honest woman out of his mother and nine months later, his twin brothers arrived. It wasn't until the boys were born that Brenton had really felt the need to start his own family, so a few years later, after he and Daria had made love he asked her to marry him.

She had originally said no, afraid he had only asked her because her father was beginning to pressure him about having relations with his daughter and not being honorable about marrying her. It was true that Finnick Odair scared Brenton very much, but it wasn't his fear that made him decide to ask her. He was keeping his promise, to her, one he made when they were scared and broken and only had the other to hold them together.

A light knock at the study door broke Brenton out of his train of thought. He sighed, annoyed of how the twins were convinced how funny it was to knock on a door and then run away.

Brenton tore the door open," James, Luka, if you don't stop knocking on the door I'm going to murd-," Brenton stopped mid sentence when he saw her standing at the threshold, her hair was in waves around her body and a simple white silk dress flowed down her body," Daria? I'm sorry I thought you were the twins."

She laughed a little," It's ok. Can I come in?"

Brenton nodded, as he moved out of the way for her to enter," Yes, of course. Is everything ok? You still want to get married don't you?"

She walked over to the window sill, sitting down," Everything's fine and yes I still want to, but there's something I have to tell you."

Brenton walked over, sitting next to her," Alright."

"I don't know how to say this-"

"You're scaring me."

Daria laid her hands on his," Brenton…I'm pregnant."

Brenton stared off, before standing up to run his hands over his face. Daria squeezed her hands tightly, a wave of nausea coming over her.

"You're shocked."

"Yes," he could see her face fall," but it's good news."

"Then why do you looked so freaked out?"

"Because I know what your father can do with his trident. I'm in fear for my life."

Daria laughed as Brenton came to kneel in front of her, bringing her body to the edge as he laid his cheek against her stomach.

"I'm happy. There's no one else I would want to have a baby with, but I am seriously frightened of your dad."

Daria laughed as she ran her fingers through his hair, listening to him talk to their unborn child. The games had become a memory, a nightmare making room for ones of hope. Brenton held onto her for as long as he was able, until a knock came from the door, signaling the start of an entirely new journey.

THE END

A/N: I loved writing this story so much, it kept me sane when waiting for the Hunger Games film to arrive. Also if there is any interest I may be inclined to write some companion pieces to this story. Just let me know what you think. Review! And all my love to those who read through this incredibly long fic,lol.

-Stace