Survivors, a THG alternative ending
Note: This ending only makes sense if the 2 victors rule never existed.
In my version the third part of the whole book is called "Allies" instead of "The Victor".
It starts from when Katniss and Peeta return to the cave after Foxface*s death in chapter 24.

I set out a good dinner, but half way through Peeta began to nod off.
"You sleep, I*ll keep a watch out." I suggested.
"Wake me up when you need me." Peeta agreed without a hesitation and climbed into the sleeping bag immediately.
I waited a little for him to drift into a deep dream and then crawl out the cave. Outside the moonlight shone so brightly that it looked almost unreal, I had to remind myself that it probably is. I sat there as the anthem plays while Foxface*s image gets projected onto the night sky. Cato must know that there*s only us three left now, he*ll be hunting us down tomorrow.
I want Peeta to win this so badly, but I know he won*t for this means I have to die. I need a plan that would guarantee his victory and make him have no choice. I*m rather selfish really, because I know deep down if he sacrificed for me I would never bear it. I*ll turn into my mother when father died probably, sit there and do nothing and don*t want to live anymore. How could Haymitch bear it? Maybe he can*t, that’s why he is drinking all the time. Then will he understand me? I bet he will.
Suddenly a thought found its way into my mind, and it might as well work, so I should probably give it a try.
I stood up and cleared my throat, then waited a few seconds to allow the game makers set the camera on me.
"Haymitch, " I say, loud enough for him to notice I need something but careful not to wake Peeta. "I need something to keep Peeta out of the way, the last one worked perfectly and I need something similar."
I waited, but nothing happened. What’s going on? Did we run out of sponsors? No, we must have some left, surely enough to knock Peeta out for another day. Did Haymitch not get what I mean? Perhaps he doesn*t like my plan?
"Haymitch come on! A day is all I need!" I exclaimed.
This time it came, the usual *ding dong* of the bell, the usual silver, graceful and silky parachute, and the usual elegant curve descending to you. I opened it eagerly, and an injection needle filled with liquid fell out, along with it a little slip of paper.
"You have 36 hours, good luck sweetheart."
"Thank you!" I say. Not only he understood, he had considered the probability of Peeta not going to fall for the sleeping syrup again. I really don*t get how Haymitch*s brain works sometimes, extremely stupid and extraordinarily smart at the same time.
I stared at the device, with the milky white substance inside. This is it, Peeta*s life and death all written at the tip of its needle.
There is nothing more to worry about really, mother and Prim safe in the hands of Gale, surely the baker will not let them starve after I sacrificed myself for his sons life!
I slowly injected the content into Peeta*s arms; he gave a shudder and calmed down again, his breath turning slow, steady and soundless. He is definitely asleep, unconscious even.
I packed my bow and Peeta*s knife, some rabbit and squirrels. I gave Peeta one last kiss, wiped some tears-real tears-from my face and turned to leave without looking back.
I figured if I were Cato, I*d still stay at that lake where the Cornucopia sits. If I set off right now I might be able to kill him off without a fight, which would be ideal but too luxurious to hope for.
I must kill him, though. If I don*t, Peeta have got very little chance of surviving. I*m his only hope I guess. But for some reason I don*t feel stressed or nervous, I don*t know where I got it from but I am filled with confident this moment.

I woke with a start.
I slide off my bed and opened the glass door, the corridor was grey and metallic, and the floor was cold. I walked slow and soundlessly towards the elevator on my bear foot. Suddenly the door glided open and the same slim man in the white lab coat was behind it. He gave me a nod and guided me into the dark chamber of the elevator. We zoomed all the way up from B14 up to 12, on arrival the doors opened in the normal smooth motion.
I stepped into the same living room I was in before the games, Haymitch, Effie, Cinna, Portia and both prep teams are waiting for me. They weren*t in such a bad stated as before but none of them felt like celebrating anything. I don*t blame them, Katniss was far more popular than me and even if they won*t admit it, I am sure deep down a small part of them hoped it was Katniss standing here, not this awkward, lost and helpless Peeta.
It was two in the afternoon; they got me dressed in my suit and gave me some basic advice about my interview. There wasn*t really any need since they wanted the truest emotions from me. At half past three Effie went off to inform everyone to prepare my interview, and I got some free time.
I didn*t know what to do, so I went up to the roof. The breeze was very cool but the sun was roasting. Below me all the candy coloured buildings was empty, everyone was filing in for the recap of the games. The capitol gave people the feeling that everything was computer made and fake, that it raised out of the ashes in one second. Maybe this is a dream, and when I wake up, Katniss is beside me.
"I dreamt that I lost you." I would tell her.
"Don*t be stupid, I will always be here." She would reply.
I reached my hand out for the border; my fingertips touched the force field. There was a hard zap and I jerked my hand back, the pain did not drag me back to reality… No, this is reality… My last hope is gone and I have to face it alone, the interview, Katniss*s family, and the victory tour that follows…
"I*m on my own now." I whispered.
"No, you*re not, sweetheart." Haymitch*s voice sounded behind me. "I know how it feels, I know you must be guilty, sad, scared, you name it. I*ve been through it you know, and the feeling will never go away. You*ll just have to live with it, and try to return your life to normal, even if it*ll never happen."
I don*t know what to say. He wasn*t lying, of course, about the fact that he*s been through it all. But I just hope it*s not true, I just hope I wouldn*t turn into something like Haymitch.
"The interview is on very soon," Haymitch reminded me, "just remember that you still love her."
"Always." I say.
"OK, very sweet. Now, let*s go."
Haymitch got me downstairs, where I met Effie. The sight of me caused her to lose control of her emotions again, and had to be sent off into the guest room where she would be able to watch the whole thing live on TV. I continued to make my way.
The recap of the games is held on the same stage as the opening interviews, where 24 tributes once stood, in only 2 weeks 23 are dead.
I remember saying to Katniss before the games that I don*t want them to change me, that I want to show them I am more than just a piece in their games. I failed. I let people lose their life for me, 23 of them, I let Katniss give up all she ever loved for me, I stood and watched all the tributes fight to the death for nothing. I finally understood what does Haymitch mean when he said, "The Hunger Games never had a winner, just survivors." You don*t win, you get to be alive but it costs you everything you hold dear.
People are starting to takes their places in the audiences* seats. I see in the front row Seneca Crane and president Snow, both of them looking pretty pleased with themselves. It*s amazing how the light of the capitol can go out in a blink, and then all you can see is the bright glimmer of the show platform. Caesar comes on and the crowd started cheering maniacally. He gives a grin from ear to ear and I started feeling furious: how could he be so happy when children had just died for people*s entertainment?

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the victor of the 74th annual Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark form District twelve!"
I was still too dazed and angry to figure out what*s happening; therefore it did not cross my mind to move until Haymitch gave me a shove towards the door. Oops, that was supposed to be my queue.
I worked my legs to take me out of the door and open to the cameras. The sight of me caused the capitol to boil up again.
"Hey! Interesting suit there, Peeta!" Says Caesar as I was taking my seat, "no offense but I expected something more… Proud. This one doesn*t give you much sense of winning does it?"
I am actually glad that he decided to start the topic here, so that I can make it very clear that I am not at all pleased with my becoming a victor.
"No Caesar it doesn*t. It*s not supposed to in the first place. We thought we might use something that pays tribute to all my competitors. To show we did not forget about them, that I don*t feel like celebrating their death." I replied.
"But you won fair and square, haven*t you?" Caesar encouraged.
"Maybe… But I still don*t feel good." I sighed, "I mean it. I*m not trying to be humble or something… Just, thinking about all the children that was still alive, talking and laughing are now dead, and I*m the main reason…"
"No you are not." Caesar said sympathetically, "It*s not your fault."
"They*ll always be haunting my dreams… Thresh, Cato, Clove, Marvel, Rue, Glimmer… And Katniss."
The mention of her name caused people to give out moans of pitifulness and grief.
"You will miss her wouldn*t you?" Caesar asked me carefully.
"Every single second." I answered truthfully.
"Do you want to know what really happened?" He offered.
"I have no choice but to know it." I said bitterly.
Caesar did not know what to do, so he just sat back and watched the replay. The first bit was familiar, me teaming up with the careers, me staying awake under the tree with Katniss in it, me saving Katniss after the tracker-jakers, me fighting Cato and running off to the stream, Katniss finding me and our time together, the first sleeping syrup, the Cornucopia feast, the hunt, the death of Foxface, us traveling back to the cave and that*s when things really starts to get interesting.
Apparently after I had gone to sleep, Katniss went out to the cage and talked to Haymitch. She actually asked him to send her a doze of sleeping drug and Haymitch obediently did it. So that*s how I went out. Then she packed and left the cage, and headed for the Cornucopia. She hid there for half a day or so, but around noon she for some reason decided to go inside the horn for weapons.
"No Katniss don*t!" I secretly prayed in my head, what she did not know is that Cato was hiding nearby the way she did and this was his deadly trap. Too late, he already followed her in. Cato stood there as Katniss innocently selected her weapons, smirking. Just as Katniss stretches her had towards a dagger, he revealed himself.
The fight comes, at first Katniss was seriously losing. Then at the mention of my name, she suddenly got this strength in her, that confirms the guess that she was indeed doing it all for me. During the recap, they sometimes also play a tiny flash of me half dead in the cave, just to emphasise this whole sleeping idea.
"You are wrong Cato… Love does conquer everything." I hear Katniss say. I know I kind of got the point wrong, but all I can think about is how Katniss was literally saying she loves me… Now I understood why did Katniss get so mad at me. I mean if she was still alive I would go right up to her and punch her for acting so cold and suddenly saying she loves me… Plus she didn*t even say it deliberately like the way I did.
"Try not to be too guilty Peeta, when you see this, I did it for myself." I heard Katniss*s voice again. Did she? I*m finding that I knew her less and less well every second. Maybe she did do it for herself, If I was ever given the choice I would want to be in her position, dead but still respected, no need to face the pain of victory, the guilt of slaughtering, the pressure caused by the victory tour that follows and the challenge of being a mentor in the years that follows.
The clip ended with the hovercraft picking me up. I was still unconscious and extremely floppy. Flames of anger are igniting inside me again, I am so mad at Katniss for dumping me into a situation like this and running off to heaven on her own.
"Well that*s a turn up." I said through gritted teeth.
"So what do you think?" Caesar asked with great interest.
"I am actually kind of mad at Katniss." I did not dare to look up, to look into anyone*s eyes. So I just stared at my own shoes, warm sunset orange ones, my favourite colour.
"Why is that?" Caesar asked. I took a few seconds to rearrange the letters in my head.
"She knew very well that my life would be unbearable without her and she went on and ditched me anyway."
Caesar hesitated, not knowing wether it was funny or sad. He released a small chuckle and continued asking, "But if you were given the choice, you would do the same thing wouldn*t you?"
"It*s different!" I screamed, losing control of my emotions. "She doesn*t love me! She wouldn*t care if I die! But I do, I can*t live without her! I watch her as long as she*s around and I don*t know where to lay my eyes if Katniss is no longer there on earth!"
Big drops of tears rolled down my burning cheeks, I feel despaired. I never noticed but I think it*s true, whenever she is within my sights; my eyeballs are just addicted to her face. She is the hope of my life, and I would trade everything I ever own to be able to stare at her with flush on my face again, to be able to throw her the bread again, to be able to hear her sing the meadow song wearing that red plaid dress, with her hair in two braids again.
"Well, congratulations in winning anyway Peeta." I hear Caesar say, I admit that things are pretty awkward for the both of us.
President Snow placed the golden crown on my hair.
"Well done, Peeta Mellark." He murmured.
"Thank you president." I replied.
All I could remember after that is Haymitch*s big face popping up close to mine.

我发现我没救了

我居然没看完。。

我居然看完了很棒…像我这种英语渣已经无可救药了

这个梗曾经想写然后英语渣求翻译