That was when the room exploded. As soon as the words, "Finnick… died…" Her world spiralled out of control. Fire filled the room and she saw the bloodied remains of her husband fill the room. Screaming, she whacked her head off of the floor multiple times, hoping to join him. She couldn't live without him. She wanted to die. The images of Finnick's body were replaced with was in the hunger games and her young son. She saw them all stand up and walk towards her. They screamed and caught fire. She saw them suffering. Technically her son wasn't dead but the images seemed so real. Suddenly they disappeared and she saw the face she hated most in the entire universe. That face belonged to president snow. It was his fault that her husband was dead. It was his fault that her district partner was dead and it was his fault that her son would be born into a war zone. She hated that man with all of her soul. Although her hatred made her feel sane for just a moment. Just long enough for her to have a short conversation with Plutarch.
"Katniss and Peeta?"
"Alive."
"Make sure they kill Snow."
The images then started to come back into the room. Melting through the walls towards her and she longed to join them. Sometimes they would come close enough that she felt she could almost step towards Finnick and be with him. But they would always jump out of the way. This was her life. Since she saw her district partner beheaded, all she knew was this horrible, insane life. She longed for Finnick to come and free her from the darkness but there was no hope of that now. She began to consider the options, wait and have these images torture her every waking moment of her life, or… Join them. Become one of the fatalities of this rebellion. However that meant leaving her son as an orphan. She knew she couldn't do it. She slammed her head against the floor. She felt it coming. She was going to die, and that was good. Being dead was better than living in a world of pain. People came to stop her but it was already done. Her last few minutes were full of sanity.
"Tell my son that I love him and tell Katniss to kill the man who wrecked my life… she has to kill Snow."
"No Annie, you're not going to die!"
"It's time. I can't take it anymore. Goodbye." A tear rolled down her cheek as she took her final breath. "I love you, Finnick."
A/N: tell me if you like it. You know what to do... Any suggestions for me to do another HG fic are appreciated and i'll c what i can do. Hope you enjoyed the story and may the odds be ever in your favour! ( or as i like to say may the odds be ever in your TARDIS) Adios amigos - wolf
