Washed Up
He tousled his new bronze hair in the mirror. It wasn't a bad colour on him when coupled it in with his bronze tan he had from months in the Caribbean. He'd also called in a couple favours from a friend high up in the Military Intelligence technology department and got the hair changed permanently along with changing his eyes into a sea green. Now though, he was leaving the safety of his yacht and going back to England. He could start over. Especially with his new identity. He was now Fynn. He didn't know what his surname would be yet, maybe he would figure it out on the way. He heard a gigantic crash and felt the deck beneath him splinter. He fought his way to the cockpit with the waves of water already seeping in. There he saw it. A tsunami. Heading straight for him. It was no use. He was going to die. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him. How much time later, he didn't know, he felt himself pressed against something hard yet soft, and grainy like sand. It didn't matter, here was a good place to die. He didn't know where or why he was here, it was blank. All he could remember was blue and a few names. Alex Rider smiled for the first time in two years, and closed his eyes.
Finnick ran down the beach, his heart thumping in his chest and his eyes glued firmly on his house where his dad was shouting a countdown. He was going to make it. 10... 9… 8… Suddenly he felt his foot bang into something soft and he fell over the large… whatever it was. He got back up and looked to see what tripped him. It was a body. A body of a boy, around 10, lay half in the sand half in the sea. He crouched and placed his fingers at the boy's neck, feeling for a pulse. There was a small thump at his fingers. It was weak but it was there. He turned him over and dragged him out of the water, buy this time his dad had come. "Here, let me, we'll take him home" His dad picked up the boy in his arms, bridal style and they walked back to the house in silence. They went in and his dad placed the boy o the table while Finnick explained to his mother. He set him down just in time as the boy coughed up water and sat up. Finnick and his fully clued in mother stood in front of the boy with his dad. "Who... Who are you and where am I?" The mother and father looked at each other. "I'm Kris, this is my wife Jasmine and this is my son Finnick. We are in Panem, District Four. Who are you?" The boy furrowed his eyebrows. "I... I'm Fynn and I'm not sure where I'm from. It's probably one of the districts, one of the career districts because I remember some training but I can't remember anything else but my name, oh and the fact that I'm 10" Finnick spoke up for the first time, "No last name?" Flynn shook his head. Jasmine broke the silence. "Well you can stay here tonight and then we'll take you to the justice building tomorrow, maybe they can help." Flynn nodded and Finnick grabbed his hand. "Come on. You can sleep in my room" He led him to a small room with two twin beds. Finnick grabbed a sheet and pillow out of a cupboard and laid them down. "Here we use the bed for guests but we never get any" Fynn changed into the shorts Finnick gave him and the two lay down. "Night Fynn" Finnick mumbled and Fynn smiled. "Night Finnick" Fynn stayed awake. He tried to remember more of his previous life but to no avail. He crept out and walked silently to the kitchen. He was just about to turn the corner and walk in when he heard Kris and Jasmine talking about him. "What will happen if they can't find hid family?" Jasmine asked, concern mingling with the sound of her voice. "If they can't find his family I suppose he'll become a citizen of district 4 and go to the community home" Kris replied, sighing, sadness evident in his tone. "Oh Kris he can't go to the community home, I have only known Fynn for half an hour and already I have fell in love with him... We'll adopt him if it comes to that!" Fynn turned away, a smile creepinG onto his face and walked quickly away, only just catching Kris' answer but it made him smile all the more. "We will, if he wants too"
AN: Right well I dont own Alex Rider or the Hunger games, I am not suzanne collins or anthony horowitz, im just a girl writing fanfiction and studying for her GCSE's in the meantime.