This is the Finnick's view before he died. I got the inspiration from pretty much being alone with book 3 of the Hunger Games, 'The Mockingjay', and being heart broken after Finnick's death. A death that wasn't explained very well, just happened so that the character could get out of the way. I couldn't just sit there not knowing more about that scenario!

I mean, hey, Finnick dieing was bad enough, but to give him an unceremonious death like that? No. Just no. They left that to the fanfictioners like us the straighten that out and hopefully this ending is ok.

Oh yeah, and if I owed the Hunger Games, then I would proooobably not be here. I would probably be going on a safari in Australia, slapping an elephant. Like my friend wyatt would say. X'D

Gone...

Finnick's side, his last 30 minutes

Annie. Annie's not here. She's safe. I kept telling myself this as I slowly bring my senses to the present.

But as I do this, I realize the present is bleak as well. Finnick was in an old pipe room of sorts with what was left of the old 451 unit. Peeta. Katniss. Gale. Pollux. Cressida. Jackson. Castor. Messalla. I hugged my knees to my chest and listened the drip, drip of a far pipe.

I was running from some Trackerjackers, but they were still gaining ground. I was loosing breath, my feet were catching on rocks as I fled across the dangerous meadow. It was too open here, I could be picked off so easily, but the stream was just ahead. Faster, faster! Then just as I thought I was going to make it, I heard a terrified scream.

I wouldn't have stopped only I knew that scream. No, it can't be, but as I looked there she was. Annie. I stopped in horror as I watched another tribute chasing her down.

A deadly knife in his hand poised to strike. A hunter. I started running toward her but I knew I would be too late. Annie! ANNIE! I was yelling but not words could leave my mouth. I felt stings on my legs and arms, but I kept running. My mind not concerned for me. She was running then tripped fell flat on her face. By the time she got up the tribute was there. An evil smile on his face.

Run! I wanted to scream but suddenly the world was spinning, the stings getting more numerous. With a swift movement she was dead and the tribute was looking my way. No! So close, but I couldn't save her. "Annie!" I screamed.

I gasped in a breath of air, shocked I was alive. Annie's not here. She's somewhere safe. Annie's not here. She's alive and safe. I must have fallen asleep again, but that wasn't going to happen now. I looked over at our group. I met Pollux's eyes. He hadn't slept either.

This war seemed to wreck more lives than save. I remember when I was really young I asked Maggs what war was. "Finnick," she looked up at me, "War is always terrible. There are no words that can express it. Only the ones that play a part will understand." Now I know that she was right.

War brings destruction, But it also brings a new beginning. If the districts win there will be no more hunger games; food will be plentiful, people can live their lives, we will be Free! The price seems very high, but I know it will be worth it in the long run.

I don't know how long I was leaning against that pipe before I heard the strangest sound. Like a hiss, and a whisper at the same time. The more I listened the more I was sure it was two syllables and was not random.

I clutched my trident, getting tense. What the hell was it? Then I heard someone stir and I saw Katniss aiming an arrow at Peeta. What? I just watched confused and half wondering if this was another dream. Peeta woke up yelling, "Katniss! Katniss get out of here!" Everyone woke up; confused and groggy. Peeta was urgently saying something about 'them' coming for Katniss. We all looked at her; she anxiously at the rest of us.

"Whatever it is, it's after me. It might be a good time to split up."

"But we're your guard!" argued Jackson.

"And your crew." Cressida pointed out.

"I'm not leaving you." Gale added. Quite forcibly.

She looked at us with this sceptic kind of look, and I realized that some of us are just film people. But that got taken care of. Katniss suggested that I give up one of my guns to Castor. Which I was more than happy to do because he didn't have anything to protect himself with. We spent a couple of minutes rearranging weapons and in Messalla and Cressida's cases, showing them how to manage a gun.

I said manage. I hope that's enough.

I grab my trident, my prefered weapon over any, and make way for the door. I still don't know what that hissing is but it has Katniss up and going and plus it doesn't sound too good. Probably something Snow sent to weed out the tunnels. We head out, together, down the tunnels. Pullox taking up the lead and Katniss right behind.

I'm sort of at the back of the pack making sure our rear is covered. This mission has been costing us. But I trust Katniss. Even though I suspect this is her mission and not Coin's. She did ask to kill President Snow since the beginning. Katniss is so strong, yet so lost. And I have a feeling that only she can find herself. And that killing Snow will probably not solve much.

But we trudge on. Because this is our only path. Our only future.

I hope we make a difference and not all get wiped out for nothing. Too much has been lost. Too much given. Katniss must make it.

I accidentally hit my trident on a pipe. Katniss shushed me then went back into warrior mode. Opps.

A little while later we hear some screams. Really, lets say gutteral? Yeah, I'd never heard that before. "Avoxes." Peeta said. "That's what Darius sounded like when they tortured him."

I couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

Cressida looked over at us, "The mutts must have found them." Mutts? that's what those things were. My head was suddenly filled with scary thoughts but I pushed them all back. I don't have time for that.

I missed what Leeg 1 said but caught Gale's reply. "They'll probably kill anyone. It's just that they won't stop until they get to her." He should know, he's always studying with that wiz Beetee at 13.

Katniss thinks, "Let me go alone. Lead them off. I'll transfer the Holo to Jackson. The rest of you can finish the mission."

What?! Katniss this is no time to play hero!

"No one's going to agree to that!" yelled Jackson.

"We're wasting time!" I desperately try to reason.

We all barely hear Peeta as he whispers, "Listen."

Nothing. You could hear a pin drop. And most importantly, the screams stopped. For some reason the silence was more nerve-racking then the screams.

Then as if on cue, all around us in usion, "Katniss" is hissed. Only closer. Oh crap. We all make a dash forward, trying to get away. Katniss starts to gag, and Jackson immediately yells, "Masks on!"

All I smell is that floral smell, which is quite odd if you think about it. But the scent seems to send Katniss in a flurry.

Suddenly she's off, we all follow but damn! Katniss is fast. As I run I notice that she took out a few pods, "Watch out!" she yells.

Now we're making some ground. But is it fast enough? The hissing is getting louder, rounding every corner; getting closer with each step.

Katnissss, Katnisss, Katnisss...

Next and final chapter next week! Thanks to all the people who read this. *hugs you*