HEYYYYYYY! So I'm finally done with all of my finals! YAY! That means I'll be home for about a month! So hopefully that means I might be able to post more often than I thought! :D haha. Anyway on with the story! Just so you guys know, I'm just going to skip the whole Hunger Games shanigans and say that both of the tributes died. Sorry if that is what you were looking forward to!

Watching both of the tributes both die in the cornucopia in horrific ways was terrifying. It was something that I will never forget. I don't know how Finnick can watch this every year, knowing that children from our home are being killed. I look over at Finnck on the train, watching him play with a piece of rope. He always does that when he is stressed. I got up from my spot from the table and slowly made my way over to him. As I get closer, I start to shake. All of the memories from our games as well as the one that just happened, I couldn't handle it. By the time that I got to him, I was crying. I felt Finnick wrap his arms around me, trying to calm me down.

"How can you handle watching children die every year?! It's pure torture! Those kids screams, watching their murder, how can you handle it all?!" I scream as I cry into his chest harder. He just continues to rub my back as he gently rocks me. After I calm down a little, to the point where I'm not screaming anymore. After my sobbing quieted, he began to speak.

"It gets harder every year. You just can't let it get to you. You know that there is always a chance of dying in there. When we were in the games, we almost died. You nearly died. But it is a different story when it's not your games. I know you feel responsible for what happened to them. But it isn't your fault. You weren't the one who killed them. You did your best to prepare them for what was bound to happen. You got them sponsors, you did everything you could do." As he was speaking, I began to realize he was right. I didn't answer him after that. We sat in silence for the rest of the trip back to district four.

When we made it back, tension grew between everyone on the train. Finnick and I stood in front of the door, waiting for the doors to open. We stood side by side, before the door opened, he grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. When the door finally opened, all we heard was silence. We walked out onto the stage and took in our surroundings. Everyone was staring at us, waiting for one of us to start talking. I looked over at Finnick and wached him take a deep breath. My eyes followed him as he walked to the microphone.

"We are sorry for the families who have lost their children. As you all saw, these games were tougher than anyone expected. Those other tributes had far more skill than anyone could imagine, and we, as their mentors, think that the way that they went was for the best. They had tried so hard to win for you people. For their district. We know that they felt that honor when they took their last breath. I know it is hard to bury someone that you love, never being able to see their faces again, and their memory slowly fading away from you. But just remember, they will always be with you, if not in your mid, then in your heart. They are watching over you as we speak, looking at your faces one last time before going to rest in peace. They had told us to tell you that they love you all, and that they love this district. We are so sorry that there was nothing else that we could do for them." Before anyone can say anything else, he quickly grabbed my hand and we left towards the Victors Village. As we were walking towards our houses, people had stopped and stared at us. I tried to ignore them and started to walk faster. When we made it to our houses (which were next to each other) we quietly walked inside my house. Finnick went into the living room while I went into the kitchen to grab glasses of water. As I waited for the water to change over to cold, there was a loud crash coming from the living room. I ran towards the sound and skidded to a stop when I reached the door way.

I peered inside to check the damage. My eyes widened with what I saw. In my living room, there was a man dressed in a toga, holding up my brother by his throat. I silently checked my pockets for the knife I always carry with me. When I found it, I quietly rounded the corner and got ready to throw it at this mysterious man. Before I could throw it, he spun around, still holding my brother by his throat, but his feet were on the ground.

"Who are you?!" I demanded. He didn't answer me, instead he just stared. When his eyes finally met mine, I gasped. They were the exact same color as Finnicks. Come to think of it, he does look a little like Finnick and I.

"Answer me, who are you?!" I demanded once again, inching closer. The man just kept staring at me. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke.

"I am your father, Poseidon. God of the sea. You both are in grave danger." Finnick and I just stared wide eyed at him. What?

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN! I'm sure you guys guessed that was going to happen haha. Well anyway! Next chapter ill try and make it longer. Thanks for reading :D