Finnick Returns
Finnick slowly opened his eyes, but he still could not see anything in the total darkness around him. It was eerily silent as well, but the air still smelled faintly of roses. Fear rose in his heart, although he could not quite pinpoint why. In fact, what was he doing here at all? And then it all came flooding back to him. The venture through the sewers. The mutts. The tunnel blowing up all around him. He should be dead.
Cautiously, Finnick tried to stand up, and that was when he realised why his body felt so light, he was laying in acid. The suit he was wearing had all but fallen to shreds, but his skin was perfectly fine. Better than fine, as he ran his fingers along his leg he could feel the smoothness of his skin. That was when he noticed that their was a slight fizzing sound emitting from the spot where his body touched the acid, and he finally clocked why he was alive. It was the salt. All his years of swimming in the seas of district 4 had ensured that his skin was protected by a thin layer of the stuff. He had been almost certain to die when the mutts had converged on him, but when Katniss blew up the tunnel, the mutts had perished on instant contact, whereas he had been entirely unharmed. Katniss had saved his life. Filled with emotion, Finnick started to laugh, then he started to cry, and he finally made his shaky way through the tunnels, trying to find his way out. Trying to find his way to his beautiful wife Annie.
Annie sat with her baby boy in her arms. He was 5 weeks old now, but she still hadn't given him a name. She'd promised Finnick that if they ever had children, he would choose their names, and she couldn't bear to break her promise. Everyone had kept telling her that Finnick was dead, that he was never coming back, that she had to move on, but she ignored them. She ignored everything except her son and her desperate hope that one day he would know his father. She had just stood up to fetch some milk for him, when there was a knock at the door. But she just kept on towards the kitchen, she wasn't interested in what people had to say. This was her life, her choice. But the knocking was persistent. It was strong, constant, but it wasn't loud. It was almost comforting. Like Finnick's heartbeat. Like Finnick's breath. Like Finnick.
She crossed slowly over, unbolted the latch, and pulled the door open. Before her stood a man with golden skin, bronze hair, and a gorgeous smile on his lips. Before her stood her husband, the father of her son. Before her stood Finnick Odair.