Chapter Two- The 65th Hunger Games

"I just want to get away from all this." Amber said, looking at Finnick with that familiar look of longing to be far away from District Four, from Panem.

"I know, I do too. But Amber, leaving isn't going to stop the games." Finnick said, looking into her eyes.

"They put Dawn in there. Out of every girl in District Four, they had to pick my sister." Amber looked away. "I don't want to be anywhere near these Capitol freaks, with their obnoxious accents, and stupid hair and makeup." She breathed. "No one here needs me anymore, my mom can take care of herself."

"Amber." Finnick said, putting his hand under her chin. "I need you." He leaned in and kissed her.

Suddenly, the world spun, and Finnick saw Amber screaming his name, bringing back the pain and agnst he had days earlier. Then, one of the peacekeepers holding her back threw her to the ground and the other put a foot on her back, drawing his gun from the holster so clearly shown on his belt. "Amber!" He screamed out every syllable. He shot her, and Finnick ran off the stage, tackling the peacekeeper to the ground. He took his gun and shot him and the other peackeeper. He leaned over Amber. "Get up, please. Amber. Get up. Amber...?" He teared up, and screamed her name again, peacekeepers surrounding him.

"Mr. Odair?"

Finnick shot up, covered in sweat. "L-Lisa?"

"Are you worried about tommorow? Is that why you were screaming? That would be slightly strange, now that I think about it, considering you clearly said 'Amber'. Is she your girlfriend or something?" She was suprisingly smart for a twelve year old.

-THE COLLINS HOUSEHOLD-

6 hours earlier...

Caesar Flickerman held the microphone to his mouth as Finnick walked on stage. "From District Four, we gladly welcome... Finnick Odair! Say hello, Finnick!"

"Hello!" He said cheerfully, Amber watching attentively. He sat in the chair next to Caesar's, looking at him.

"We have a few questions for you, if it's alright." Caesar said.

"Go ahead." Finnick nodded.

"So... Do you plan on winning, Finnick?" He asked.

Amber watched through her screen, biting her lip. "Of course. Someone back home is bound to rise me from the dead and kill me again if I don't. Plus, dying is unpleasant." Finnick laughed.

"True! Next question... Is there a special girl back home?" Caesar asked, sending a wave of noises throughout the crowd.

"Yes." Finnick said bluntly.

"Tell us about her!" Caesar said entusiastically.

"Her name is Amber. Amber Collins." Finnick smiled.

"Is this her?" Caesar nodded to a man backstage and a video appeared on the screen, Amber screaming his name as they pulled him off.

"Yes." He looked at it.

"I thought as much." Caesar said, the clip of her saying goodbye appearing. The two were holding each other, kissing.

"H-How did you?" Finnick started.

Suddenly, as they dragged her off, Finnick yelled "I love you!" In the video, making everyone in the crowd go "Oooh." As crowds so loved to do.

"Do you really love her, Finnick?"

He looked into the camera. "Amber, If you're watching, I love you." He looked back at Caesar. "This is over." He got up, leaving the stage.

Towards the end of the games...

Finnick eyed Amion, the boy from District One.

"Got any last words?" Amion smirked, standing a good ten steps from Finnick.

"Do you?" Finnick gripped his trident. Amber looked carefully, and saw he was wearing his necklace, as always, that matched hers. He never took it off. She smiled.

A dagger flew by Finnick's head, and Amber screamed at the screen, then bit her lip, sitting back.

"Wow." Finnick laughed. "You're a lousy shot." He looked at Amion carefully, examining every part of his body, then threw one of the most expensive gifts ever give to anyone in the Hunger Games, ever. His trident.

The trident hit Amion square in the face, knocking him to the ground, as Finnick looked up. "I did it, Amber." He winked.

The return...

A knock on the door sent a echo through to Collins household. They lived in Victors Village, because Amber's mother had won the 45th Hunger Games, when she was sixteen.

Amber opened the door and was met by familiar lips crashing into hers. "I love you. Amber Collins, I love you." He said in between kisses.

"I love you too, Finnick Odair." She mumbled, kissing him. "Never..." She breathed in between words and kisses. "Do that... to me... again."

"I promise." He smiled, kissing her and pressing her against the wall, not letting go. "I will never leave you alone, ever, ever again."