Prologue

They reached for him, their curved claws grasping at his arms, legs, and Finnick was sure he was going to die. There was no way these beasts, mutations, would ever relent. The world was over, and his life began to flash before him. But then, the unexpected happened. One slapped his face, causing him to cry out, and another made a horrible sound that could pass as flesh ripping. The two holding him started flinging him around like a rag doll, and after about a minute of flinging, they tied something around his mouth and shoved him behind them, pressing him against one of their green, scaly backs.

Another wrapped his frail body into a thin burlap sack and dragged him away secretively, making odd grunting noises. A million thoughts raced through Finnick's head. Why not kill him? Why not him? Did they think he was someone else? Something, probably a mutt, kicked him, and got his stomach, causing him to double over, and black out.

*an EXTREMELY short chapter, but they will get longer, I promise!