ITS HERE... Hello my wonderful followers, readers, and favourites alike! I'm back with the sequel to Raining Grey: Raining Red. It's taken me so long ot write this because I wanted it to be post-Games, but not exactly as Katniss had gone through it. Thank you for following and favouriting to all! I'll tag you in the next one, but I wanted to get this posted ASAP!

Enjoy it!

-Miche


Chapter 1: Gloves and Masks

There was a bright light.

When it faded in seconds, I felt the hot water begin to cool on my face from the temperature change. A burning sensation over my eyebrow and temple hurt like hell and didn't go away. The same feeling was on my arms and back. Shock changed to fear as the bright light said two things: I was dead, or saved.

I coughed and choked to breathe as the water had filled my chest just seconds before. The burning and pressure in my chest was relieved instantly as something was put over my mouth and nose to remove the excess water. A face mask of sorts. It vacuumed the liquid and air from my lungs and left me gasping for life.

"Congratulations!" Deary's voice cheered while black dots floated momentarily.

My eyes opened fully to reveal the room I had previously been loaded from when the games began. It was my prepping room. My wet-suit was more burned off and missing than actually covering my body. I hadn't noticed it before due to the fact I was about to die, but just now it gave me slight anxiety seeing what that heat had done to me. I didn't want to think of the others right now at all.

But I had just seen them minutes and hours before. How could so many people be dead so quickly?

I knew I must be hallucinating when saw someone else in the room. Just a simple glimpse and I saw the woman. She had longer brown hair that had been braided back and let out slightly. It clung to her skin, wet and hot, and scorched in specific spots. There was steam coming from behind her and it was revealed she had severe burns along her back, arms , and face partially. I almost felt where those burns were on my own face.

Almost as if they were my own.

The first face I saw was Deary's. Her expression went from relaxed and greatful to paniced and scared. Her eyes were on my chest. Then I saw the medical team ready to take care of me. They all rushed around pounding on me, struggling to ask me questions on my feelings, that it was okay, and that I need to move this way and that. A freezing cold spray covered my chest, and made me gasp. Every one of them had different skin colours like a pinkish mauve and jade green, and hair styles with chunks missing, and piercings everywhere. Piercings all over. Sickly, green, masked faces and rubber gloves filled my vision along with the gagging smell of rubber, disinfectant, and sugar. I was struggling to understand my surroundings. Was this a dream and I was dead? I wasn't sure anymore.

I couldn't tell how much time had passed. They had gotten me down the long hall and into an elevator once stabilizing me from coughing. It would take me to the medical center just below us where they would stabilize me further, and transfer me to one of the highest ranking hospitals in the Capitol. I was being drugged and stuck with many different needles, while also cleansed where I stood. It smelt of plastic, fake flowers, and peroxide as I walked. Instead of the salt water and smoky rock which had filled my lungs the last week and a half, the perfumes of the Capitol choked me.

Was this real? How was I alive when Grey...

...

...no.

"RAIN!" a voice screamed as the doors were shutting. My own breath felt like it was stabbing me right in the chest as it sharply left me. That voice I recognized. The others around me had noticed it as well and looked in the direction, still going on with their jobs. My widened eyes found the face, not caring they removed the knife and froze my wounds seconds before, not caring if he hit anyone over. His body slipped through the jerking elevator doors as the arms of the one person I had left and cared about so dearly enveloped me.

He fell to his knees as I had myself wrapped around him, just holding as tight as possible. I couldn't believe I would ever be so happy to see him. He was real. He was alive and here. Everything would ease with time so long as he was right here with me.

"F-F..." I couldn't breathe. My heart had been ripped out. Grey was... He wasn't coming home. I'd never see him again. I'd never see his smile, or his little hunch, or hear his comforting voice again. Finnick held me tighter than ever right now. He noticed when I did that I couldn't get my breath in and eased off, but I needed the closeness and pressure to keep me grounded. The world around me was discoloured as my chest refused to take in anything other than pain.

All I wanted to do was just to be there for the rest of time. My head in his hands, I felt him kissing my forehead and holding me close to his heart. I didn't care what others thought about me, or that he did what he did to survive. We both had our faults now, and I didn't care. My body shook from being so scared to relieved as he was right here. I was going to die and I would have never seen him again. I'd never tell him he meant the world to me.

"I tried making them get you faster, I'm sorry!" I looked at him, terrified at what I realized again. My hands touched his face. His crying face. He was crying? Was this real? Was he really here and was I alive? Grey was here-... Gone-they were all gone-It was me-I killed them... Me...

"Finnick... He's dead? They're all dead?! They're all dead..." Was all I could whisper as I shook. Fear and horror of what I'd been through rushed through my body. My veins felt like ice and my face was on fire. My throat swelled and croaked in agony. I couldn't take this pain. Not this, anything but this feeling of being so utterly alone. "They're all dead!" I could only gasp for air, but tears never fell from my stinging wide eyes.

"I know, I know... I'm sorry..." He chanted in my ear. We were only in the elevator for a few moments before I felt arms pulling me away. His warmth was replaced by the cold gloved hands of the nurses who cared for me only minutes ago. They were taking me from my solution to insanity. Why were they keeping me from him?

"Finnick they're dead! What do I do?! What do I do-o!?" he looked about as panicked as I felt. No! He was supposed to help me! He helped more than any medicine or treatment.

I shouted at him. "NO! NO! FINNICK!" He was contemplated as he watched me being dragged away. I must be going insane because i lost all feeling in my body. Like I was watching the situations unfolding from the side. I knew how I was acting and it was insane how I fought back. Reacting negatively to the simple things wasn't unknown to me, but not having control was foreign completely. I didn't know what to do, I had no control.

"I'm sorry!" he was upset, face contorting as tears formed. The men were taking me from him, they couldn't do that! No, I needed him... I tried defending myself to get to him, but the stronger men only hit me back when I elbowed one in the face. He grabbed my arm, being much bigger than I and jerked it behind my back, making me walk as I screamed. "Don't touch her!" The same guard was almost on the floor from receiving a punch. Finnick went to finish him when more guards came and pulled him away.

"FINNICK! Finn! Finn-nick..." The second time I started fighting, I felt a small pressure on my left arm and soon things felt light and airy. They floated around me as I saw the ground approaching. "Don't hu-rt... They-y're all dea... dead..." and darkness overtook me.

... ...

.. ..

When everything came back, My physical feelings were first. I didn't remember where I was, but the pain of needles and advanced healing processors echoed on my skin. It was tender in places, mostly where I'd been burned by the lava and fire. But, wasn't I just in the arena? The memories followed.

Wait...

Deary and Nurses helped me...

I came from the platform, and the elevators, I was drugged...

...

Finnick!

My self awareness shocked my eyes open as I saw bright white walls around me. There were beeping machines that increased in tempo, other flashing machines in the room I lay in, and the bed sheets were papery. Things clouded from a mask over my nose and mouth, hiding some visuals around me. It was choking me to have so many things around my face and neck, so I ripped them off. However with those things was something taped on my neck. It re-opened a wound I had for I felt the sting and warmth of what i assumed would be blood.

I was still noticing my panic.

"Ow..." I whispered. My own voice was scratched and sore from screaming previously. More sensory nerves came on as I felt a heart monitors sticky pad on my chest and ribs. My arms had a tube or two in it taped down. Clear and other liquids seemed to come in, as none of them were red as blood. The room held cabinets and curtains, all white, and even those sanitizing stations at the door for people coming in and out.

Someone walked passed my door. I saw their shadow pass through the fogged glass. Another person and another. I was definitely in a hospital of sorts, whether in the capitol or not. I heard the rustle from beyond and struggled to rise, feeling my stomach muscles argue. They strained to allow me up and hurt mostly on my right side where the scorcia had got me. It burned and stung.

The door opened. A man in a white lab coat entered with another male nurse who had more clear filled bags to replace the ones in my arms. He checked a few things notifying his clipboard I was conscious and sitting up.

"Hello Rain, I am Dr. Giatros. How are you feeling?" How was I feeling? What the hell! How would he have any comprehension to how I was 'feeling'?! How the hell did I even know considering I was just drugged and yanked away from someone who helped?

"What the fuck kind of a question is that?" No filter. Oh, well I guess being a winner does that to someone. He looked surprised at my response. I was, too.

"Quite the fisherman's mouth. Are you in any physical pain you need to notify us about?"

"Is he outside at all? I am still in the Capitol right?" I tried getting up off the bed, but the male nurse only helped me stay on, against my own wishes.

"You are, but I can request he be brought in so you do not need to get up. We need you sitting in order to heal properly as the new synthetic skin adjusts to your genetic chemicals." Giatros saw more confusion on my face. "We had to replace some of your skin from the burns the lava caused on your arms, neck, face and back. ANd you had to undergo quiet the surgery for that wound you inflicted on yourself." His smile made me nauseous.

"Please, can I just see him for a moment? Just so he knows I'm okay."

"You are you requesting?" I kept resisting the man's orders to stay down, getting squashed down by him as he tried keeping the tubes and wires on me. Giatros then hit a silent call alarm the left of the door. It was a small white button that blended in with the walls, yet with a good eye, one could see it. "Ms. Troute, to whom shall we send for?"

"Finnick. Odair. Please, He's-"

"Oh I am quite aware of your affiliations with him." He had the look of someone who knew a secret of you that you should know.

"What affiliations?" I pushed away the arms of the nurse. "I'm fine!" He kept directing me to sit down. Yes I stumbled a bit, but was still able to stand. With help from my bedside and heart monitor.

"You two are together aren't you?" what happened while I was in the arena? I know we had kissed just before this, after I was rescued, but still. Dr. Giatros noticed my confusion. He checked over his clipboard more so as I tried walking. A pain in my left side forced me to haunch and grab at the piercing sting. "If you could remain in your bed, Ms. Troute-"

"No, I need to see him, please."

"We can send for him if he is available-"

"He was the one waiting for me to get out. I don't see why I can't just go and see him-"

"Please remain in your bed, Ms. Troute-"

"I have been asking kindly the past three times, now let me go!" the nurse had a hold on my arm as I recoiled from the machines. He wasn't really a match for me. And I wasn't being arrogant in saying that, this man was smaller height wise and muscle wise than me. He was fuller, but not in strength. I could take him and Giatros knew it. That is why he hit the alarm.

"You need to calm down-"

"You need to shut the fuck up-!" suddenly, two other nurses came through. they looked to have dealt with complicated patients being taller and sturdier than I and having gloves on their hands. I wasn't crazy or infected with a contagious disease, I just wanted to see Finnick. It wasn't too much to ask for.

They argued with me on siting or not.

"Ms. Troute if you would sit-"

"We could help you further if you would lie down-"

"Stop touching me! No! I just want to see Finnick!" One nurse pushed me toward the bed with her hands on my shoulders the other rummaging through cabinets for chemicals to calm me. "Let me go!" I pushed her and fell backwards on the cords near the bed. The monitor beeped crazily as I fell and hit my head. Now, dizzy, the nurses helped me get up, but didn't release their grips on me as I fought.

Dr. had a visitor who whispered something to him before leaving. "Ms. Troute, Mr. Odair is in a meeting." No. Why would Snow do that to him. "He is unavailable to speak with you or see you for the next few hours at the least." Everything calmed as I heard the heart monitor beep increase also letting the words sank in. He was in a meeting. That could mean either he really was, or he was in a 'meeting'. That was his punishment him for wanting to keep me safe. For him having a heart for something other than the Capitol.


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After they drugged me I stayed in my bed from then on. There wasn't a rush for me to leave now that I knew where he was. He would come for me. right?

The same thing over and over again. Her brother told her she was in danger. She didn't listen and got into trouble with the villain. He had to go undercover and help save her. But wait! plot twist: she isn't his sister, she is his cousin! AND he is in love with her!

All that was on the televisions were stupid soap operas and other 'reality shows' on the famous celebrities in the capitol. Trey Gypsum was now on a home design show, since his days of hosting the games was over, and the escorts of each district had their own talk show after the games leading to Deary and her victorious tribute. She blabbed about her technique she told her victor about and how she was the one who really influenced them to win. It was half way through that I remembered It was me she was referring to. That is why I turned the tv off.

I had been bedridden for the past two days as I slipped in and out of sleep from the drugs they now gave me. After my incident, they kept me on a depressant to ensure I didn't try and escape any further. If I struggled to remove anything, it would administer even more to put me to sleep. Therefore I slept quite a bit.

The first time I looked in the mirror was when they took the IV's from me. Other nurses came in to keep me there as I rose and walked over to the bathroom, one helping me as my legs were asleep. I had demanded I see myself as soon as they notified me I'd leave the next day for home. Dr. Giatros let me stand.

I looked to see someone else looking back at me. It was me, but not reflecting how I felt. My hair was cut a few inches due to damage the fires caused, and my face had pink scars here and there. My left brow had no hair growing on one spot: Where Solar had sliced me with his sword. Dr. told me every tribute kept one scar to remind them of what they went through. Keeping my eyebrow scar would keep me in line.

A smaller scar on my eye forehead told me where the lava had shot. More were speckled on my face as though some skin coloured, paint filled balloon had popped near me and got on my face. My fingers brushed over them as I remembered a bubble of lava spraying at me. My arm had taken most of it, pink covering the entire outside of it. I removed my coat, but in my rush I hadn't noticed my face being damaged as well.

The face looking at me began to cry. The same I felt the warm tears fall from my eyes as I saw them fall from hers. No one would love me like this. I was a murderer and an ugly victor. Finnick would never look at me the same way. He did see me before this, when he tried rescuing me. That was before I was healed a bit, when I was still bleeding and burning. But I wasn't the same then.

Dr. spoke to me as I watched myself. He said to rub an ointment on my face as later on they'd take me to my final healing. There, I would be freed from all these imperfections. A scanner would heal my skin and "strengthen the beauties of it," his words not mine.

I didn't ask about Finnick. I knew he'd tell me he was busy or in another meeting. It was useless asking if it would only be the same thing over and over.

After the Scanner, I was bright again to Leo in a design room where fabrics and a roughly stitched dress hung.

"Ah! My beauty!" he kissed my face, still tender from the treatment. "We have a big interview for you tonight!"


Now we know Rain survived, whats going to happen next?

Review with your ideas if you wish! Ooooootherwise I shoud be posting again next week.

-Miche