Hello! This is a brand new fanfiction about Finnick and Annie and their story. I'm Brazilian so my English is not the best, and that's why I asked a few people to revise it for me and they helped me with grammar, vocabulary and everything else!

Thank you iloovecheesebuns, thebloodbath and delanieinwonderland! Also, follow them, they're awesome.

Hope you enjoy and review please!

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After a week, his hands were covered with calluses. The Arena was better than he had expected : a big lake, with cool, drinkable water; warm weather; mountains that surrounded the place, and a huge forest with plenty of animals and fruits. The vines of the trees, though, were covered in thorns, which cut through the thin skin of his palms. But he would still use them, because after a few tests he was sure the vines were strong enough to resist the cut of a knife or anything else.

Finnick Odair had been doing this net of vines since he had first entered the Arena. Coming from District 4, he was great at tying knots, he was well practiced from those days when he had to mend the nets of old ropes or sailing activities.

For the first days he was united with the Careers from Districts 1, 2 and the female tribute from 4. They thought his activity of making the net was just an innocent act of jitters; after all, even the ones who seemed the strongest were emotionally weak during the Games.

And Finnick was surely the one tribute who conquered the love of the Capitol with his good looks, sympathy and sense of humor. His success during the training days had acquired him an invitation to join the Careers on the second day.

He didn't really trust them, Careers were usually very competitive and being around them would mean a stab in the back sooner or later. But starting the Games alone wasn't a good option.

So he went around with the group for the first 4 days, killing other tributes, stealing supplies and surrounding the lake and the Cornucopia. But after he received his precious trident, he decided it was time to leave.

After a huge fight with the girl from District 2 and both fro

m 1, he escaped to the forest, bleeding and badly injured. But he wasn't just a pretty face — he had knowledge from herbs that he learned at the training sessions, and made curatives.

Now, the net was almost finished and it was time to end the Games. The Careers would come looking for him sooner or later after all, since they were the only ones left. He prepared the net on the ground to catch the person who stepped on it, covering it with foliage to camouflage.

Finnick didn't have much to get the attention of the Careers, so he used a simple strategy: lighting a fire. They should be really stupid if they thought he would be stupid enough to do something as stupid as this. But soon enough, they came for him.

Trident in hand, he stood a little bit ahead of the net, knowing the tributes would come from that direction because the lake was there.

"Well, hello there," He said as the Careers appeared, looking suspicious but at the same time victorious.

"Finnick." The boy from 1 growled.

"Yes, that's my name," He replied, playing with his trident. "So I heard you want to slaughter me?"

"News travels fast around here." The girl from 1 said before launching forward along with the other two tributes. It was funny how they all stepped at the trap at the same time, and the net confined them all together, dropping them to the ground.

They looked supicious since they were only entwined in vines that could be cut with a simple knife that the girl from 2 carried. But Finnick just watched as she tried to rip the vines, smirking.

"I guess I'll just end this once and for all." He said, and threw his trident, spearing the girl from 1. She screamed, but the net was too tight for her or any other of them to try to take the trident out of her stomach.

But Finnick did it for her, and speared her again, and again, and again. The blood splattered all over them, and the Careers could do nothing but watch hopelessly. Soon, she was dead and the cannon sounded.

The boy, who carried an ax, also tried to rip the vines but with no success. He just threw it at Finnick, who caught it easily with one hand.

"So that's the best you can do? I expected more from a career." And sank his trident into the boy's chest, knowing he had pierced his heart and killing him instantly. Another cannon.

He couldn't show it, but being a killer was consuming him. The smell of blood, the dead bodies, the drops on the tips of his trident… And the low whimper from the girl from 2, even though she tried to hide it, not to look weak.

Unprepared, he was caught by surprise when she threw her knife at him, and it found a place in his stomach. He shouldn't have stood so close. She reached up with her arm and gripped the handle, sinking it more into his flesh. He moaned with pain, falling to his knees. She took the knife out and aimed at his heart. A few inches forward and he was dead.

But, before she could thrust the knife any furthur, he gripped her wrist with a bloody hand, breaking it with one swift movement. She cried, her hand in a grotesque angle. He didn't wait: He found his trident right behind him and grabbed it, raising it above his head.

She looked right into his eyes, pleading for mercy. She didn't have mercy when aiming at his heart. Bringing down his trident with hate for the Capitol, he pierced her neck, gushes of blood running down her back. Twisted it, moved it, tearing, ripping, killing.

The cannon blasted.