Only If {Kaplan's Victor AUs}

[googlefont="Rock Salt:400"]Andesite Obsidian

When the final tribute fell at the hands of Andesite Obsidian, he knew it had been worth it all. He'd be returning home, bathed in riches with a crown atop his head, fame and fortune never leaving his side. The other kids in Flynn's house would have to respect him, rather than tease him. Flynn could no longer call him useless or punish him for no reason. He had brought them wealth that would never fade, and he'd brought glory for himself, too.

Upon returning home, Andesite's family claimed him. Marcasite Obsidian was revealed to be his brother. Pyrite Obsidian was his father. Morganite Obsidian was his mother. He even had a few cousins, not limited to Siberite and Nephrite Obsidian. He almost felt like pushing them away, at first. They'd abandoned him at a young age and didn't bother to show themselves until now, after all.

Regardless, Andy made the decision to allow his family, rather than Flynn, move in with him in the Victor's village. His brother and parents each got rooms in his new home. He was a fourteen-year-old victor, meaning he was definitely one of the younger ones to win. Regardless, people respected him just the same. The boy no longer needed to live a life of thievery. Andy reveled in the amount of respect and honor he received. The Capitol loved him, as did District Two. He was no longer that outcast boy who lived under the wing of G. Flynn.

At first, Andy was extremely confident that he could win the Games. Despite his training score of a mere five, he still felt that he would be strong enough to emerge victorious. After narrowly escaping the ambush of he and his allies on the first day, however, he began to lose hope. Carrita and Lemon had died when the three of them were jumped, and Andy barely gotten away. He felt vulnerable without allies, yet he continued on. Day after day, he survived. He didn't just survive, though. He killed, too.

When the time came, it was down to just he and the other final tribute. The final blow that Andy made with his sword left a harsh cut on his enemy, causing them to fall to the ground. Then, holding his sword in the air, it was announced that he had won. The seventy-second Games were over. Andy was victorious. He'd killed four other tributes in his time there, and gotten away with his life. He'd trained for this, and it'd been worth it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to present the victor of the seventy-second annual Hunger Games, Andesite Obsidian!"

As those words boomed out, Andy finally let his sword leave his grasp. It clattered to the ground, and he was lifted out of the arena. Wounded, although still in tact, it was time for him to be fixed up. Luckily, he'd made it out in one piece. Without losing any limbs, Andy was glad that he didn't have much recovery to go through.

The days and years that followed, Andy helped mentor future tributes. Many ignored his help, as he was so young, but he didn't care. He was alive, and that was what mattered. Death had tried and tried to take him down, but he'd escaped. Andesite wasn't brought down like the others.

Andesite Obsidian was alive.