Caring Isn't Good For A Victor.
Summary- Caring isn't good for a victor. Haymitch Abernathy was proof of that.
A/N I am very fond of Haymitch. He's very real I guess. I started reading Hunger Games on Friday, and I am finishing Mockingjay soon, maybe Friday.
(c) I do not own Hunger Games, Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark and Finnick Odair, Suzanne Collins does. I only own Trina, Emerson, and Kurstina.
Drunk.
Old sot.
Broken victor.
Those words described Haymitch Abernathy perfectly.
Before, those words could not even be connected with him. Not a connection what so ever.
But, as said, that was before. Before the 50th Hunger Games. Before the Capitol killed his mother, brother and his girlfriend.
Before everything.
When old Snow killed his family, and the girl that one day might've been his family, he tried. He tried to teach the tributes. To be careful about the Gamemakers. To watch out. To keep their guard up.
His first tributes were Trina Kane and Emerson Bones. Trina being fifteen, but a fighter, had soft brown eyes and coal black hair, clearly from the Seam. Emerson was seventeen, being the tailor's son, had no experience at all and stood out with his ginger hair with bright green eyes.
He did try. He tried his best to get one out. Emerson was strong, but wasn't as skilled as Trina. Emerson died when the pack of Careers ambushed him in his sleep. Slit his throat. It was only the second day.
Trina lasted right before the final eight. She was the sixteen death. So close. If only Rile from District 7 hadn't stabbed her in the back both physically, and emotionally. If only.
Soon, after six years, he started to lose faith. He started think that none of them would ever comeback to their families. That's when he started drinking.
But then, the 65th games came. Someone who actually showed promise, Kurstina Stoner. She had the blood of a fighter. He made a deal to her, "Kid, if you'll leave me to my drinking, I'll sober up enough to help you." She accepted the deal smiling.
She had made it to the final six. Pretty good for a thirteen year old. But, Finnick Odair happened. She was resting by some water, refilling her canteen, when he appeared from a tree and brought out the nets. She struggled, cried, and attempted to escape. Her efforts became more pointless within minutes.
Haymitch can still hear her voice still.
"Oh dear God!" Her shrill cries awake him in his sleep sometimes.
Occasionally he wonders if Finnick even remembers her. The mere thirteen year old he killed in cold blood at fourteen.
And, after her, he then stopped caring for all tributes. No matter how spunky. Or strong. Or how good their will power was. He'd try for a little, then give up, because caring isn't good for victors.
So after Kurstina, he vowed never to make the deal again. But then, of course he did. Nine years after. When he got pair of fighters.
Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.
Because, he was sure at least one of them would make it out.