A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes. English is just my second language so...
The Hunger Games Headcanon: Johanna Mason
I couldn't believe it!
I, Johanna Mason, a victor of the stupid Hunger Games, is unfit to in
to invade the Capitol? I saved Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay of
this revolution at least once in the arena, and now they're telling me
that I'm unfit?
Unfit?!
I trained my ass off just to get back in the game and just because of
the freaking water...
Suddenly my mind starts to race, my heart is pounding like crazy. My
breathing starts to increase. I could hear the pouring buckets of
water. The blood rain. The screaming Avox while being electricuted. My
own screaming while being electricuted. The chains. All the whippings.
It felt so real...
The muscles all over my body stars to quiver and tears stream down my
face. My vision went black and my days in the arena are back. The long
nights in the Capitol's torture chamber. Everything horrible that's
ever happened to me is flashing right before my eyes. And then his
voice ...
"Johanna?" Finnick put his arms around me and ask. "Johanna, what happened?"
In just a snap I'm back to reality.
Man, still in the infirmary, I think.
I wise my tears with the ball of my palm and shake my head. "Nothing."
I say to Finnick.
He shake his head too. "Come on Johanna, everyone knows that you're
not a cry baby." says he. "What's bothering you, really?"
I look down at my clasp hands on my lap. "I'm just... Disappointed of
myself... That's all."
When he didn't say a word, I look up to his face and found that he
raise his brow, not believing in my confession.
"Are you going with Katniss tomorrow?" I ask instead.
He move to the edge of my bed across me and nod. "Yeah,"
"It's a shame that I can't go, it turns out I'm 'unfit' for the
invasion." I exclaim sarcastically.
Finnick let out a humorless laugh. "Too bad, you'll be missing all the
fun of this rebellion."
My eyes widen. "I know right?" my words dripping with sarcasm.
We both laugh humorlessly.
"I should be the one to be there. " I say in complete seriousness.
"From the very day I got out of that stupid arena, I've already
prepared myself for this rebellion."
"So did I."
"No," I retort. "You don't understand."
Finnick hold my hand. "Johanna..."
"I should be the one to kill Snow." I could hear my voice starting to
crack. "I should be the one to kill him. After what he did to me. To
friends. To my family. To all the people I loved? He deserve to die in
my barehands!" I bellow.
"Johanna..."
"But no!" I exclaim. "Here I am. Laying in this stupid hospital bed in
the district that I didn't even know that still exist underground!"
I jerk my hand from Finnick's grasp and wrap my arms around my torso.
"He did this to me." Now I'm crying. "Now I can't..."
"Can't what?" he ask.
"I can never kill him..."
"You still can." Says Finnick. "I could ask Katniss-"
"No. I can never kill him."
"Why?"
I burst out crying again. "Because I'm scared! I'm scared of what else
he can do to me." I say. "He made me a killer... But I can't kill him.
He should be the one that I'm killing but I'm... I'm scared."
Again, Finnick hold by hand but instead I grab his shirt and pull him closer.
"Promise me Finnick, promise me one thing." I say shakily.
"Anything."
"That you will do ANYTHING to help Katniss to kill Snow."
He look straight into my eyes with his ocean blue eyes. "I promise
that I will do everything in my power, strenght and good-looks-"
I bark a laugh at that.
"I will do EVERYTHING to help Katniss to kill Snow." Then he lean in
closer and hug me.
I hug him back.
"And Finnick..." I whisper.
"Hmmn?"
"Come back."
He pull back and look at me. "What?"
"Come back. For Annie." There I go again. Chicken.
He just smile, and I melt. "I will."