Annie POV:

The sea laps against the mossy rocks, she stares mindlessly out past the horizon, she doesn't flinch as the cold liquid wraps itself around her bare feet, kindly inviting her to join their dance. The crystal clear water vanishes from around her feet, freeing them. She falls backwards in a fit of laughs, her green eyes empty.

The sweeping green walls of water crashing violently in a thunderous spray onto the beach engulf her and she doesn't resist. She moves with them gracefully letting them take her deeper and deeper.

Though she breaks the surface her breathing raged and all of a sudden Aquious is there only meters away from her. His expression is dull and unforgiving, though she never did anything to hurt him.

"Aquious", she barley manages to whisper as she stares at him, her eyes large in disbelief. He nods his head slowly, and the current drifts her closer to him. His nods become more violent and just as she advances on him his head rolls off just as it did in the arena, the water turns red and vicious sharks, menacing creatures lurking out in the ocean appear. The circle him, assessing him, much like a career would. Then they close in on him ripping him to pieces, when they are done with him they mechanically turn towards her. Though lucky for her the white horses that paraded her and Aquious through the Capital, was seem a life time ago, save her, forcing her under, stealing her breath from her.

Her hands find the shore and the sand rubs against her face, she opens her eyes in time to see worms crawling out from under her skin, she screams and shakes violently, trying to rid herself of them. She doesn't know the difference between what is real and what is not. She was robbed of the ability by the Capital.

"Go to hell Annie Creasta", she looks up, her eyes tortured and wild Aquious smirks at her, a single tear drops from her eye.

Johanna POV:

She had always been one step ahead of them, always playing their game. They threw obstacles at her though she dodged them, except for one. Death.

Some would argue that the death of everyone she loved was what shaped her into her famous sarcastic nature. This was most likely true, these days the crowd seemed to know more about her then she did about herself.

There is no point in feeling sorry for yourself, no point in drowning in self-pity.

The only female victor from district 7, Johanna Mason.

Finnick POV:

Every now and then he found himself reliving the kills from his games, trident in hand, desperation burning in his throat. The need to survive was the only thing willing him to kill, kill or be killed he always reminded himself. That wasn't an excuse a voice screamed in his head, but he had shut that part out of him. He couldn't afford to think like that. Not now and not ever.

She was different, there was something about her that drew him to her. From the moment she was forced into the arena he wanted her to get out. He shock the feeling off though, she was just going to die like the rest of them but once she was out of the games he had been overwhelmed by sensation to know her, he couldn't quite place the feeling. He watched her from a distance from then on.

And now rumor has it the Finnick Odair is in love with a hopeless mad girl from his district, an unacknowledged victor, Annie Creasta.