Finnick closed his eyes and listened for the tell-tale rusling, the shallow breathing. He threw his trident into the brush, and heard a cry of pain. A figure shot out of the thicket.
Yes, Finnick would do well. Already, offers were pouring in to buy the boy's body, whether alive or dead.
Finnick ran after the girl, putting all his strength into his legs. A small dribble of blood showed him the path he had to take. Soon, it would all be over.
Even he had to admit the boy was handsome. The boy was also utterly without morals. He would serve the Capitol well.
The girl was in sight now. She had a knife in hand and a backpack slung over her shoulder.
Snow looked down on those who bought and sold sex, but he recognised its value. The blackmail material and monetary gain from this boy would be enormous.
Finnick lept at the girl, throwing her to the ground. The knife slashed against him, striking his face, his arms. These were only superficial wounds. Finnick could deal with a couple of scratches.
Snow winced as he watched the boy's face be lacerated. He needed that face to stay pretty.
Finnick bashed the girl with the blunt side of his trident. Her hands dropped the knife, but went up to his throat. An iron grip crushed into his neck.
The girl was too plain to win. He had made sure the Gamekeepers knew that.
Black spots danced at the edge of Finnick's vision. His hand reached out, looking for something to grab.
He was disappointed in the boy. What had all the training been for if he couldn't subdue a little girl?
His hand wrapped around the hilt of the girl's knife. He pulled it up before stabbing into the girl's eye.
Finally. This was great television.
Finnick gasped as air reentered his lungs. He fell off the girl, and she stood up, screaming in pain.
Perfect.
Finnick slashed at the girl, only succeeding in cutting the arms she had thrown up to defend herself.
Finish her now, Finnick.
He grabbed the girl and threw her, pushing her into a tree. He slammed her head into it again and again, trying to subdue the struggling woman.
Do it.
Finnick's arms wrapped around her head before twisting violently. Her body slumped immediately, and a cannon boomed.
Snow watched the hovercraft pull away. It was a shame, almost. The girl had certainly had spirit. But he had his weapon now. The residents of the Capitol wouldn't be able to resist this one.
