A/N – Here is a quick Odesta one shot that I wrote during Lunchtime. It's not my best of writing but I like it. I am thinking of writing a couple more Odesta fics so let me know what you think. If you are wondering why I haven't updated The Lightning Thief and the Sorcerer's Stone, well it was taken down. So anyway, enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, unfortunately.
Chosen
Finnick gasped as he heard the name that was called out. Annie Cresta. It can't be, he thought. Not Annie, sweet Annie. Annie who couldn't hurt a fly. Annie who was a family friend who helped him get through a dark patch in his life. Annie the only one who could see he was hurting when he was pretending to be happy.
She wasn't going to last long in the arena. He knew that the arena had changed him, had turned him into a killer, but he also knew Annie well enough to know that she wouldn't change. She was too pure, too innocent for that. She was everything he was not.
He watched as she walked up to the stage. He hoped that somebody else would volunteer as tribute. It was a fairly common practice in District 4, common for people to volunteer for the 'honour' of being a tribute. He hoped that that would happen, that the innocent girl would not have to go into the violent arena.
However, when the capitol host asked for volunteers nobody came forward. Annie was set to go into the games, most likely to die in the arena. As that thought entered Finnick's mind, a sense of determination passed though him. He was going to do everything in his power to save her. He had the means to help, being a mentor and having half of Panem in love with him. He might just have the means to help her.
