Finnick's POV
Beetee stands up weakly, his face a ghostly shade of grey. I notice that more blood instantly started flowing from the bullet holes, but he barely seems to notice.
"Finnick?" He asks, his voice barely a whisper. Opps. He thinks I'm dead.
"No, no, Beetee." I say with a smile. "I'm Finnick, don't worry. Not a ghost or anything."
Beetee relaxes slightly, but I see suspicion in his eyes.
"Here." I say. I walk up to him and touch his arm. "See?" I ask. "My arm is solid."
"Ok." Suddenly, he jumps, as if remembering something. "Finnick!" He gasps. "Annie, she... Well, I mean I helped her escape and she's out there somewhere and I don't know what to do she's all alone and defensless and pregnant and..."
He keeps on babbling, but I couldn't hear after he said the word "pregnant".
"Pregnant?" I whisper. "I-is it... Well, is the baby mine? Or some other guy's..."
It had never occurred to me that Annie might move on.
"Oh, no, no." Beetee reassured me. "It's yours, alright. I've been watching Annie, and she's been trying extremely hard to make everyone think she's alright." He shakes his head sadly. "It's rather obvious that she's in pain."
"Where's she going?" I ask, remembering the problem at hand.
"To District 12."
"12? Why would she go there?"
"She's a Dreamer and-"
"A what?"
"Please." Beetee said in annoyance. "Let me finish."
I duck my head meekly.
"She's a Dreamer, and she needed to get out. District 12 has no current inhabitants, besides a woman by the name of Greasy Sae, and 12 can be considered beautiful sometimes." He shrugged. "She wanted out of 13, and I helped. I didn't realize that she was... Pregnant. She hid it from everyone."
I'm silent as I take this all in.
"Ok," I say, "Well let's go find her."
I start towards the path, but I feel a strong hand clamp tight on my shoulder.
"Not so fast." John says, his grey eyes stern. "You can't just go runnin' off into the woods. There's all sorts of dangers, and you don't have supplies."
"Dangers?" I exploded. "At this very second, Annie is out there by herself, facing those very dangers! She's pregnany, for goodness' sake!"
"Well..." Beetee says, "I left her a pack with weapons and a map and food and all that, and at the most, 12 is a 2 days' walk from where I left her. In all honesty, she could be find."
"She could also be hurt." I say icily. But John still keeps his hands on my shoulder.
"Finnick, you are a few hours from where Annie should be right now. We'll get you a pack, and a map, and weapons, and then I'll go with you, and Beetee, of course. After we patch him up, that is." Beetee smiles ruefully.
"And where are we gong to get that supplies from?" I ask angrily. Wordlessly, John leads me into the cave. Except we keep going, and going, and going...
In 10 minutes we've reached the end, or what John called the end. On the wall there was a huge amount of weapons, back packs, spare clothes, even storage boxes full of food piled high.
"This good 'nuff?" John asks.
"I-I think so." I say breathlessly.
Annie's POV
Another arrow whistles by, embedding in another tree. I drop to the ground, curling into a tight ball, my arms covering my face. I notice absently that my belly is exposed, but at that point I don't care for my safety or the baby's.
After a moment I feel a shadow fall over me, and peeking up through my fingers I can see the silhouette of 3 large men above me.
Uh oh.
I am roughly picked up, the biggest man's hand gripping my forearm.
"What do you want?" I squeak.
My question is met with obnoxious laughter, and I am dragged down a trail. This is not good.
"I said, what do you want?" I say, louder this time. The men don't laugh this time, but I feel my captor's nails dig into my skin, and I wince.
After a few minutes, we reach the mens' camp. They drop me onto the forest floor, and quickly bind my hands and feet.
" 'Ey, Borris, not to rough, eh?"
"She's just a stupid l'il thing. Really think she'll care?"
"Of course I care, you stupid buffoons." I mutter into the dirt.
" 'Ey! Shaddup!"
"Borris, go 'head and hit her.'
"Right, Janson. Like I'll hit 'er. She's a woman, she is, and it aint right."
Listening to their different accents and shortened versions of words, I start to wonder where they're from, with all those " 'ers" "aints", "eys", it's like they're form a few different countires.
" 'Ey, Borris 'n Janson, shaddup over there. Boss is 'ere."
"Oh wonderful." I mutter sarcastically. "Another huge, idiotic, stupid-"
"I hardly think I'm the stupid sort of guy. And I'm definitely not as big as these 3."
Who was that? I roll over onto my bag, and look into the nrown eyes of a man. He's not nearly as big as the other men, but tall enough. He's fairly handsome, but all I can concentrate on is the 3 huge, angry men standing behind him.
"Who are you?" I ask angrily. "Just let me go, already! What did I do, seriously?"
"Well..." The man sits against a tree and starts fiddling with a dagger. "There is an underground bounty on you, a bkack markey sort of thing, if you will." I nod to show I understand. "And, being thieves, we are into these black market deals."
"You're thieves."
"Of course. Where do you think I got this dagger?"
"I don't know... That's besides the point! I just want to be free from that... That place." I spat the last part, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Something happen?"
"I'm not telling you." I say, looking away, dismayed to feel tears prick at my eyes. But if he noticed, the man didn't say anything. He stood up, and motioned to Borris and Janson, and the other one who I found out was called Gerry.
"Gerry, Janson, Borris, fire wood please."
"But Boss!" Borris whined. "Is the deal still on? There's a good bounty on that girl, there is, and I aint comin' out of this empty-handed."
I rolled my eyes, and the man smiled slightly. With a sigh, the huge three men left, and we were left alone. But I ignore him and roll over. How did I get into this situation?
I really, really miss Finnick.