Inescapable: A Fannie Fanfiction
Annie was laying on the sand, Finnick holding her close. "I love you, Finnick." she whispered. Then a wave washed over her. "Oh!" She leaped up and started running, Finnick right next to her, pulling her along. "Come on, Annie!" She ran off, holding his hand. "Let's go!" Another wave swept across her. She hacked up salt water and continued swimming.
Screams were everywhere, including hers. Stay up stay up stay up stay up. Were the only thoughts that flew through her head. Keep above water. "Finnick!" she yelled, almost dying when another wave whacked her broken body. "Finnick!" Another shout, another wave.
"No!" Cannons were firing at her. She swam over to what she thought was a driftwood log, climbing atop it and sitting down. Then she glanced down and spotted a face. "Finnick!" It was his body.
Annie flung herself into the water and continued swimming, staying just out of reach of some of the larger tributes. Then trumpets sounded. A voice came out of nowhere.
"I give to you... The Victor of the Seventieth annual Hunger Games! Annie Cresta, District four!" Annie screamed and fought against the claw that pulled her into the hovercraft. She started sobbing when her thin, bedraggled frame was dragged onto a freezing white marble floor. She shivered under her thin black and white shirt and her shorts.
"Finnick!" she sobbed. "Finnick!" Then he was there, pulling her into his arms and carrying her over to a hospital bed. "Finnick." she was only slightly breathing.
"Annie, I'm here. You're okay. Everything's fine." He reached out and clutched her small, thin hand, holding tightly to it as the needle that would hook her up to an IV entered her skin. Annie slept quietly and soundly, yet Finnick never left her side.
Annie's sea-colored eyes fluttered open in the middle of the night in the Capitol's hopsital. She felt something pressing on her hand, yet she couldn't see a thing in the dark room.
"Hello?" she whispered into the blackness.
"You're awake." Finnick smiled at her and flipped on a light next to her bed.
"Yes."
"You won." Annie looked up at him and smiled.
"You're pulling my leg."
"No, you're really the Victor." Annie's mouth dropped open.
The next thing she noticed were the bags under Finnick's eyes.
"Have you been sleeping?"
"Not very well. I couldn't unless I knew you were all right. So I've been sitting here." Finnick pointed at the chair next to her bed, a comfortable seat with cushions across every inch of it. A blanket was slung across the side.
They were silent for a while.
"Annie?"
"Yes, Finnick?"
"You always... You kept yelling my name. During the flood and the waves. Why?"
Annie forgot to breathe for a moment.
"Annie?"
"It was because... Lean down closer." He did, her lips almost touching his ear. She reached up and turned his face, finally leaning up and kissing his mouth. His hands wound into her hair and slid across her back until finally they were holding her in an inescapable grasp as he kissed her. She sighed, closing her eyes to prevent any harsh light from ruining this moment that belonged to them, and them alone. Not the doctors or nurses, not their families, not the Capitol or the Districts. Just them.