All My Fault

Part 2.5

Mutts

AN: Hey, just so you know,the song in the last chapter was Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift and the Civil Wars. It is in the soundtrack. You know, how they add extra songs at the end. I think it might also be a cast song. It's one of my favorites, and it has sort of an erie melody and lots of oohs and ohs at the end. Review!

Katniss POV

Clove and I planned on hunting down Cato in the morning, but the mutts came before then. We were camping out in the Cornucopia, when a whole bunch of intimidating dog-mutts canes running out of the woods. I hurriedly shook Clove awake.

"Mutts! Mutts!" I said, panicking. Clove looked up at me, grabbed her stuff and followed me outside. We climbed the Cornucopia and she looked at me in surprise.

"There's fourteen of them!"

"Fourteen?" I furrowed my brow. "That's a weird number." A blond one was fairly close to us. I noticed it had green eyes. The tag on it's cooler was a gem-encrusted number 1.

"Glimmer!" I screamed as horror washed through me. These were the dead tributes. What if those were their eyes and hair… I noticed the small one with brown hair. Her collar was an eleven made from dried grass.

"Rue."

Clove looked at me strangely.

"Look at them! It's them!" I screamed at her. Realization shine through her eyes. At the back of the pack was the mutts that made me choke. It had blond fur, blue eyes, and a black tag with the number twelve on it. Peeta. As soon as I saw it, the black tag erupted in flames, disintegrating the tag along with the mutts. It sent a clear message to me. This is what happens to those who defy the Capitol.

Out of the woods, came Cato, along with seven mutts.

"Twenty-One dead tributes." I muttered. Cato climbed the Cornucopia and grabbed Clove's hand.

"I think it's time I showed what happens to betrayers and mutineers. Any last words, traitor?"

Clove looked me straight in the eye.

"For Olive. For Olive and Prim. Live for them. They need you." With that, she grabbed Cato's wrist, so they had sort of a hold on each other, and Clove jumped off the side of the Cornucopia, taking Cato with her.

"Traitor!" I heard Cato yell.

"A traitor, maybe so." I muttered softly "but more of a hero." I didn't here any cannons, so I peeked over the edge to see both tributes from two standing in the midst of the mutts. Both looked pretty beat up. I sighed and reluctantly shot Clove first, putting her out of her misery. After a few more minutes, I shot Cato as well.

I sang a lullaby my Dad wrote for Prim and I.

"Goodnight, my dear children,

Good night and take your rest.

You gotta lay your head

Upon your father's chest.

I do love you.

I do love you the best

I bid you goodnight.

Goodnight, goodnight

I bid you goodnight

Goodnight, goodnight.

Goodnight, Clove."

I leaned back, away from the edge as I heard the infamous voice of Claudius Templesmith's.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Victor of the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games - Katniss Everdeen, the Girl in Fire!"

I should be happy. I just won the Hunger Games. I get to go home. Instead, I'm angry. Very, very angry. I smile. I wave for the cameras, but inside, a plan is hatching. I will not allow the Capitol to go unpunished for all of the children they have killed over the years.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. Finnick Odair was sitting there, tying a piece of rope over and over again.

"Finnick." I muttered

"Hey, Spitfire." He lightly kissed my forehead.

"President Snow said he wanted to see you when you woke up. Meet me on the roof afterwards." Finnick got up and left the room. A few minutes later, Snow came in and sat in Finnick's chair.

"Miss Everdeen, you are quite an actress."

"I haven't been acting."

"Don't lie." He snapped. Then, in a much calmer tone: "I could see the anger in your eyes when dear Primrose's name was called. You turned it into desperation. I could see anger when Rue died. You turned it into sadness. I could see fear when you were chased up the tree for the second time. You turned it into joy. I could see anger when you were crowned Victor. You turned it, yet again, into joy.

"I seem to be sending a theme here. Anger. You are a very angry young woman, Miss Everdeen. Could you tell me why you are angry?" He asked me.

"All my life, I took care of Prim. Protected her. Fed her. Defended her. When her name was reaped, I knew she could either die quickly by going into the arena, or die slowly by me going into the arena. I knew if I made it out, she would never need anything again. If I didn't, she would die. I'm angry, because District 12 has nothing, while one and two and four and the Capitol are throwing away food. I'm angry because everyone knows this, but no one does anything."

Snow smiled. "I planned to use that anger to good use. Unfortunately, Mr. Odair has bargained for your freedom. But, how do you feel about dear little Prim going into the arena?"

My blood froze in my veins.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would. Watch the Quarter Quell announcement tomorrow. You'll see.

Finnick POV

When Katniss Made it to the final eight, we all knew she would win.

Cato was just another piece of their games. An obstacle.

Clove didn't want to win. She just wanted to save her sister.

Foxface had a chance, but when it came to final two, she wouldn't be able to defend herself.

Thresh was just like Cato. An obstacle.

Rue never stood a chance. She was too young.

Marvel was too weak. And rather stupid.

The boy from District 3 never even stood a slight chance.

When it got down to final five, (Katniss, Clove, Cato, Foxface, and Thresh) I went to President Snow.

"Can I help you?" Asked his secretary sweetly.

"Yes," I snarled, controlling my anger. "You can start by wiping that freaking grin off your face and getting me into President Snow's freaking office. Right. Freaking. Now."

She stared at me blankly. "I really don't like the way you're talking to me."

"Really? Well, I don't like how you freaking Capitolites slaughter children in an freaking arena, and then force them to become freaking prostitutes for your own freaking personal comfort. Now get in that office. I'll give you two minutes to get me out of this freaking lobby."

"Well do you have a freaking appointment?" she asked, mocking me.

"No. Tell him it's freaking Finnick Odair. If he doesn't want to see me, tell him I freaking insist. He will freaking let me in."

After about two minutes, I finally got into his bloody office. Literally.

"Mr. Odair. How nice of you to drop by."

"I'm here on behalf of Katniss Everdeen." I said, sitting down opposite of him.

"I will take double appointments if you let her go free."

Snow seemed to consider my offer.

"You had but to asked. I do, however have other condition. You will visit her at least every three months, for a month at a time."

I agreed readily.

When Katniss finally woke up and finished her chat with Snow, I met her on the roof.

"Katniss!" I picked her up and twirled her around. "Katniss, Katniss!"

"Finnick!"

I kissed her forehead and set her down.

"I missed you."

"Me too. Thanks for the bow, by the way. I would've died without it."

"No problem."

We stood with her in my arms for a few minutes more, until I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I kissed her. If was quick and light, but it was a real kiss alright.

"Was that okay?" I asked, now worried she would be mad.

"No. I'm not ready for that yet, Finnick. I can't think that way about anyone. Just… just give me time."

Help me. I thought. I think I might just be falling in love with Katniss Everdeen. I f only something could ever come out of it.

AN: aww! First kiss! I didn't want to rush their relationship, but if you think I'm going too fast, let me know. I edited this chapter, in the original, Katniss let Finnick kiss her.