Hey! I wanted to write about Finnick..because his was the only death that I couldn't deal with :'c I thought I'd post a prologue..to be mean xD Please read and thank you! ~Kat


Finnick~

"NO!" I shouted, banging my fist on the desk in front of the monitors. "ANNIE!" I screamed, even though I knew she couldn't hear me.
The other victors turned to stare, as much in surprise as anything else. Finnick Odair, having a breakdown over one of his tributes? Oh, no, that would never happen. But it was, and it was a struggle to calm myself down, not wanting to attract the attention of the Gamemakers in their little locked room. Johanna Mason came up, taking my arm and saying "Look. At the screen." I forced myself to look. There she was. Annie. She was alive. The cave she'd been hiding in hadn't crushed her to death. I stare at the screen in wonder as she pulled herself from a pile of rocks and gazed around at the destruction of the Gamemaker-manufactured earthquake. I sigh in relief and whisper her name. Johanna shoots me a glance but doesn't comment.

It's her third year of mentoring, since her victory in the 61st Hunger Games. A year after mine. It's long enough that she's used to the Capitol, the stupid affected accent and the ridiculous fashions that I pretend to love so much.

The other mentors eventually lost interest in me, and went back to staring at the screens in front of them, searching for their tributes. I stay in front of mine, staring desperately at Annie. At least she was still alive. I had that much at least. I breathe out, trying to slow my heartbeat. I was Finnick Odair, hearthrob of Panem, wanted by all in the Capitol - but all I wanted was Annie. I groan with frustration and clench my fists. I was slipping. I could just see Snow's beady eyes and puffy lips, and smell his overpowering scent of blood and roses.

"Remember, Mr Odair, that which is close to us causes us the most pain when it leaves.."

I can barely think of that conversation without wanting to rip his stupid lips off and choke him with them. But it works. I feel my face sliding into "The Odair Stare" as the Capitol newsreaders are fond of calling it, and I sprawl in my chair, appearing lazy and unnaffected, when really my mind is working faster than a net of fish struggling to be set free, turning over and over ways to help Annie, to help her win. My mask slips for a minute as I struggle to contemplate having to live without her. I sit there for twenty minutes, waiting for another glimpse of Annie, who has found a smaller, untouched cave to hide in. The sky turns dark and half the tributes (and mentors) are asleep when Johanna comes up and pokes me in the shoulder.

"Finnick, it's dark, they're all asleep okay? If something happens you'll be the first to know. Come outside with me, it's boring in here." She drags me to the staircase leading to the roof, and I don't protest. Johanna and I, we're sort of friends. We're the closest victors to our own ages. She's 11 months younger than me, and we bonded a bit over the last two years. She's very rebellious and acts like she has nothing to lose, which I guess she doesn't. I'm not sure. We don't really talk about ourselves much. The Capitol spies are everywhere. I don't even think she knows about...well, me.

Thank you for reading! I'll post the first chapter soon :D