A/N: So. Here's the first Chapter of my Hunger Games FanFiction. I hope you like it. If there are any mistakes PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me! I would really apreciate feedback too 3

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. *creys* Or Finnick Odair *ALL THE CREYS*

Chapter One- Sweet Sixteen?

The streets of District Four were quiet. As the sun began to rise, the white houses at the top of the hill seemed to grow taller, as if they were imposing on everyone's view. Which is, infact, exactly what they were doing. Mostly, the pristine, white houses were home to the peacekeepers of District Four. The others were for the victors, and the wealthier families of the District. As you went further down the hill, the residents- and their accommodation- got poorer and poorer, until the houses right at the bottom were reached. Although District Four was reasonably wealthy, some of the residents had lost family members at sea, and had no income. It was these families who lived at the bottom. Their houses were black- covered in soot from the chimneys of the factories they were located next to. Not only this, they were old too- they even groaned in the wind.

Outside each of these houses lay half of a warm, fresh loaf of bread. A swift knock landed on the door at the end of the row, and just as the door was opened, the knocker disappeared round the corner. The woman who opened the door carried a toddler, and two boys appeared at either side. She passed the toddler to the younger child, on her left, before picking up the bread and holding it to her face so she could smell it. She smiled. The bread would last them for a whole week. Just like it had the week before, and the week before that. She looked up to the sky, and whispered two words.

"Thank you."

Atlanta shoved her key into the lock of the back door, before turning it round slowly until the door clicked open. Stepping in, she quietly pulled the door shut behind her and took off her boots. She walked into the kitchen, tipping the contents of her satchel- excess breadcrumbs- into a bowl for her cat.

"Misty," Atlanta whispered, trying to lure the grey cat to its food without waking her parents.

"Misty!" As she called for the animal, she felt eyes on her back. Slowly, she turned around to see Finnick shaking his head- a small smile across his face. Turning the other way, Atlanta went back out the door- not bothering to put her shoes on- and through the arch that connected her and Finnick's gardens. As she approached him, he began to laugh, and pulled her into a hug once she got close enough.

"I should've known," Finnick chuckled, letting go of Atlanta.

"Should've known... what- exactly?" Until she was absolutely certain Finnick knew, she wasn't saying anything.

"You know I saw- we both know I'm not stupid!"

"What? So now you have both beauty and brains?" She joked.

"You think I'm pretty? She thinks I'm pretty!" Finnick squealed as he skipped around her. For Atlanta, the amusement of seeing a twenty-something man dancing around his garden would never grow old.

"Alright, alright!"

"Okay, fine. But 'Lan, that's incredible! You've been feeding about a quarter of the district!"

"Shh!"

"Oh, right- your parents."

"I was thinking more about the peacekeepers." She hissed.

"Whoops." Finnick glanced around quickly. "Nah, we're good."

"Finni-"

"Talking of Peacekeepers, how the hell have you managed not to get caught- you could get in hu-uge trouble for this- but let's be honest you're not very agile at all, 'Lan."

"Oh, really?" She raised an eyebrow at his remark, not bothering to comment on the name- she knew getting Finnick to call her 'Atlanta' was a lost cause. "How so?"

"Well, you know, you're not very good at climbing stuff,"

"Finnick."

"or coordination and whatever-"

"Finnick."

"and you're really clumsy—"

"Finnick?"

"Yeah?"

"Know when to stop digging."

"Too bad?"

"Too bad."

"Sorry." He stuck out his bottom lip.

"Anyway, did you want to come in for something to eat?"

"Maybe later- I've still got a load more bread to take round, and it's nearly seven- I've really got to go..."

"I'll help you out if you want,"

"Really? That'd be great actually,"

"Right- let me just go and get my bag, and I'll be outside yours in two."

"Okay, thanks Finnick!"

As they walked down the hill, bags restocked, their conversation was rich with news- Finnick getting especially excited when he told Atlanta about Annie's improvements. Atlanta smiled, genuinely happy for Finnick; he'd come so far in the past five years.

Finnick – The Middle

Annie's screams passed through the walls of the house.

"It's all your fault!" She yelled. "Everything. You didn't even try to save them did you?"

It went on for hours. Until, at last, Annie's howling stopped, and an eleven year old girl stepped in.

"Finnick?" She whispered, until her eyes found him, hunched up in the corner of the room, his knees pushed against his chest. His face was wet, covered in tears, and his whole body was shaking. As she moved closer, she could see his hand under his chin- clutching at a dozen tablets.

"Finnick. No." She told him. Even at eleven, her words were forceful enough for Finnick to lower his hand, and look up.

"Please." He begged her. "Just let me do this. It's want I want."

Atlanta shook her head.

"Do you want to be remembered as a selfish bastard?"

Finnick looked up at her, confused.

"Finnick Odair. Can you even remember who you are? I can; you're the boy with the trident. You outlived twenty-three people in the games. You're only alive because they all died. And you're going to waste what they gave you; a chance to live." She stopped for a moment, searching his face to see if her words had any effect. "Or, are you going to put those," she gestured to the tablets in his hand, "down, and prove that you are worthy of that trident?"

Atlanta checked her watch as she walked back up the hill to meet Finnick. The display said it was 'Twenty-five past seven'. Knowing her parents would be awake soon, she increased her pace.

"Excuse me, Miss!"

Atlanta froze- her back to the voice. A Peacekeeper.

She pulled her hood up and ran.

"No- Wait!" He shouted after her. He sighed, before sprinting after her.

Atlanta ran up the path, not caring how much noise her shoes made on contact with the stone. She needed to lose him. She glanced behind her, checking to see if they were getting close. She saw no one, and so decided to hide out of the way, in a alley whilst her pursuer ran past. She turned left, and ran straight into a boy.

"Ow," Atlanta moaned, rubbing her head where he'd hit her- or rather, where she'd hit him. As they'd collided, she'd managed to knock them both onto the floor.

"Oh god- I'm so sorry!" The boy told her.

"It's fine." She told him. "No permanent damage done- I think. Besides, it was my fault." She looked behind her, worried the peacekeeper would find her with a satchel half-full of bread. Following that thought, she opened her satchel, checking its contents were still edible and not squashed together.

"I hope I didn't damage your stuff," The boy worried, helping her to her feet, "Or your leg." By her stance, it was clear she was favouring one leg.

"No, no- they're both fine, I'm sure," She dismissed his concern, looking behind her again.

"I'll be the judge of that." He joked, quickly lifting the bag off of her shoulder.

"No- don't!" Atlanta's head swivelled straight back round, and she grabbed the bag back once she realised what he was doing, but he had already seen what was inside.

"You?"

"You can't tell anyone- if the peacekeepers find out-"

"Find out what a saviour you've been to my family?" With the last word, he pulled out a roughly cut piece of bread from the bag and shoved it in her face. "This is brilliant- you're brilliant- just- thank you." He smiled, and grabbed her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Whoa, what's going on here?" Finnick smiled as he stepped into the alley, chuckling slightly as they jumped apart. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes before you seduce someone." He paused to wink at them. "I bet that could rival even me."

Atlanta laughed, turning her head to see how the 'other guy' had reacted to Finnick. His whole body was rigid, and Atlanta could see he was restraining the urge to attack Finnick.

"Piss off, Odair."

Finnick stepped forwards, a smile on his face.

"Make me."

He lunged forwards, and although it was clear from his muscles he was strong- Finnick was a Hunger Games victor and had him in a headlock within seconds.

"I can't forgive you for what you did to Annie, Odair." He said, his voice strained as his face turned red.

"I've done nothing to her, but loved her." Finnick's muscles tensed as his grip tightened.

"Finnick stop; you're going to kill him!" Atlanta exclaimed. Realising what he was doing, Finnick's arms returned to his sides.

"I've done nothing to her, but loved her." Finnick repeated, before turning round and heading back up the hill. Once he was gone, Atlanta turned to the guy on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Atlanta asked, kneeling down next to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He replied- although his voice was still a little strained- he was sitting up, his face slowly returning to a natural colour.

"Atlanta," She offered as she helped him up.

"Reed," He replied, brushing the dirt from his shirt.

She stood there staring at him for a few seconds until he raised his eyebrow.

"What?"

"Are you serious?"

Reed shrugged.

"You just attacked Finnick Odair. You don't think I want to know what that was all about?"

"I don't know, do you?" He said, acting like it was nothing unusual, and an ordinary occurence.

"I have to answer that? Of course I want to know."

"Fine. I don't like Odair. He acts like he's all in love with Annie, and then every year whilst he's in the Capitol he'll cheat on her with half a dozen women. Annie's sweet, but she thinks Odair only loves her and it makes me mad."

"I understand, I guess. But why do you care so much?"

"Annie's my cousin, and she's like a sister to me. Also my dad cheated on my mum and left her when she was pregnant with my brother. I just hate guys who think its okay to cheat on the women they have at home."

Atlanta nodded.

"I know it's wrong, and it seems Finnick's like that too. But he's not."

"It doesn't seem that way to me."

"I know it looks bad, and I can't tell you why. But just trust me."

"I can't."

Atlanta snuck back in through the back door, and stepped slowly and quietly through the hallway. Just as she was about to reach the stairs, she heard her parents voices coming from the living room.

"...We've got to tell her soon." Her dad's voice urged.

"Just a few more days." Her mother pleaded.

"The sooner we tell her, the more time we have to prepare."

"It'll kill her."

"What'll kill me?" Atlanta demanded as she stepped into the room.

Her parents looked at each other worriedly.

"Sweetie, come and sit down." Her mother said, a forced smile plastered on her face.

"What'll kill me?" Atlanta repeated.

"You'll wanna be sat down for this, 'Lan."

"Fine." Atlanta replied, as she took a seat in the armchair nearest the door. Once she was seated, she motioned for her parents to begin.

"You know how when you were little the nice doctors did an operation on your ear to save your life?" Her mum said.

Atlanta nodded.

"They weren't as nice as you thought." Her dad said, a grave tone to his voice.

"What did they do?" She asked slowly, not sure she wanted to hear the answer.

"In order for them to do the operation, we had to agree to you being a participant in your sixteenth hunger games."

A/N: Oooh

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