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Chapter 3: Hope
Haymitch POV
I lay on the dirtied sheets on my bed in my liquor bottles, dirty clothes, vomit mess of a room, a bottle clutched in my hand thinking over what the fuck happened earlier today. She threw a fucking knife at me A KNIFE she could have killed me! A
/few years ago Iwouldn't have minded that fact, I wouldhave welcomed it with open arms since everything Iever loved was taken away from me andI livemy life atthe bottom of a liquor bottle trying to rid mysel ofthedespair that stuck to
me like glue. Numbing the pain was the only way that made it bearable, Liquor was the easiest way to forget. But now, now I am tooimportant to this cause, this is the only way to free everyone from the clutchesof thatbastard Snow we have
everything in placeexcept a vital thing. A symbol. In order for the plans to go ahead we need someone to lead the revolution someone who is brave and has a searing hatred for the capitol and is not afraid to showthat
fact. We need hope to conquer the fear. Weneed hope to bring out the hatred in people. We need hope to win. But no one has shown that they can be a leader, their is hatred in all the tributes, minus the sickos from one and two whohave pretty
much been licking the capitols ass all thistime,but all the hope is gone as soon as their names are drawn from that reaping ball.
But what about Sweetheart? My mind whispers to me. Yes what about HER, she clearly despises the capitol, loved her sister enough to volunteer for her, from district 12, which shows her survivalist instincts,and has a firey attitude abouther.But she's a tribute she won't survive the bloodbath let alone the games the
logicalpart of my brain (or what's left of it) screams in my head. And just like that I dismiss the thought as quickly as it came and sit festeringin my room thinking about the huge weight that lays on my old sagging shoulders.
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Finnick POV
I can't sleep. I can't eat. She's all I think about. Her fiery attitude,her determination, her willpower and most of all, her piercing grey eyes, they seem to stare right into my soul. They're there every time I close my eyes and all I want to do is stare
/into those beautiful grey orbs and learn everything about her I want to touch her skin and run my fingers through her brown hair I want to...stop it Finnick you're getting way to worked up over this tribute and you don't even know if she's going to survive! my mindscreamsat
me. I sigh of course I have thought about the possibility of her death, it's all I linger on, when it's going to happen, who's going to do it and how I'm going to cope when she's gone.
I haven't even met her but she's struck something in me that I haven't felt in a long time, and she's already has a hold on my heart. Which is strange since Finnick Odair does not chase women they're usually the ones chasing him.Unfortunately for me I think.
/Speaking of women, I have a lot of 'appointments' throughout the games, some to get sponsors for my tributes, most to have fun with me for one night.
I feel disgusting, no matter how long I stand in the shower, scrubbing my skin raw, the dirt never goes away. Oh how disappointed my family would be in me even if it was to protect them. How disappointed Katniss would be in me she must think I'm worthless. Of course she does I'm a pawn, a whore she's going to hate me. That'swhen
the tears fall, I didn't even think how she would react to my 'job' she probably already knows, she probably already hates me.
I go into the bathroom and search and I find what I'm looking for, it shines in the moonlight, tempting me. The cool metal is about to make contact with my skin when something catches my eye, my old scars, they litter my arms, telling the tale of a weakerme,I
remember when I made them, back when I was 16 and had started my new 'job' I did it because it was an escape. My escape. I did it for all the things I was, worthless, disgusting, whore,slut...all the things I am. I'm about to reach for the blade again,
/when I see my rope, Annie give it to me after she saw my scars, told me to lose myself in the frayed fibres rather than the dangerous metal. It was my new form of escape. I sigh thinking of Annie, all she ever does is escape, into herself,and
it's getting harder and harder to drag her from the black hole of her insanity.
I grab my rope andreturn to my room, making complicated knots in therope thenundoing them in one swift motion. Knot, undo,knot, undo, knot, undo my mind kept repeating like a chant, a chant to keep me sane. If Katniss could see you now she would think your pathetic I ignore
/the voice in my head and repeat my chant knot, undo, knot, undo she would think your worthless knot, undo, knot,undo she would think you were weak it whispers to me but I ignore it, if I don't it will only send me further up of
/insanity otherwise.
I keep going until a soft grey dawn breaks through the dark blanket of night and I hear the click of Pearl's heels and the tap of her knuckles at my door telling me it's time for breakfast.
I arrive at the table and are greeted with my tributes the girl is quivering and staring at the wall with a blank expression on her face and tear stains on her cheeks. Welp she's hopeless. I think. It's awful to give up before you have begun but
/after a decade of doing this, you know when to quit . The boy issomewhat better, his blue eyes show the fear that I so often see in tributes but he's stocky and strong so he may have a chance at least. And he seems to be mentally present.
"So what's the plan" The boy asks
I look at him and determination flashes in his blue eyes
" Now that my boy is up to you" I reply cockily, he raises one eyebrow as if to say 'real helpful'
"You have to choose what you want to do, what angle you want to play, what alliances you want to make, that's your choice, I can get you sponsors boy but you have to stand out and choose how you play the game" I say, getting serious.
The boy nods, understanding
"Who would you reccomend for alliances"
I sigh, same thing every year.
" If you want to go with the careers you have to show your assets and if they let you in then you will have all the supplies you'll need, but they are untrustworthy and likely to stab you in the back first chance they get, literally. You could make yourownalliance
/but don't trust them, your in the games and trust is not in the vocabulary. Understand" he nods
"Good" I say
We soon arrive at the Capitol and I am handed my first appointment card. Aria flanning 10:50 46 cambert avenue
I groan internally. It's 10:40 so I have to leave, I flash a cocky smirk and walk outside
Let the games begin
okay so we are getting into it and they are now in the Capitol sorry again if it messes up, not my fault, enjoy the double update and I hope you enjoyed. Leave your thoughts and feelings towards the story so far and add your own ideas it would really help a lot. Thanks guys for reading love you all ❤️
