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"A thing is not necessarily true just because a man dies for it" – Oscar Wilde
I watched another tribute fall off the obstacle course and pick themselves rubbing their butt I had to hide my smirk behind my hand which turned to a full blown grin as they glowered at me. I may haved trained on this but that doesn't mean i'm and expert and it is pretty damn funny to watch these people do the same thing I did when i had first attempted it. My weapon of choice was sabers and by relation throwing knives but i was okay with a bow and good enough with a spear not to look completely foolish. I was basic with berries and herbs but good enough to know what would kill me and i could tie snares like a pro. I had learned to swim and tie knots during my time in District 4 when my Grandfather had gone to visit during Finnicks games ( I have come to the conclusion that Finnick is like Rome, all roads lead to him). But on the other hand i couldn't hold a sword without cutting myself and at one point I had almost speared an instructor in the butt when trying to use a Trident. All I coud really do was hope and pray that the area had at least some form of a knife and wasn't up in the air. I wasn't afraid of drowning or spiders or mutts but i was absolutly freaking terrified of heights. Once when i was young child about the age of 6, one of the boys in 11 tied me up at the top of the tree because my Grandfather punished his family. The boy had meant to give me a really good scare (he didn't have the guts to actually do any harm to me himself) he had meant to cut me down after an hour but a storm had blown in and he had been hurried inside before he could cut me down and because of the storm there was no one around to hear me scream. I was stuck up there dangling from a top limb of an oak tree by the rope around my wrists for over 5 hours with the wind and the rain pelting me soaking me to the bone and making me twirl and spin. Eventually the branch snapped and I fell and broke me leg not to mention I has bruised and had the breathe knocked out of me. My mother had been absolutly hysterical when she couldn't find me but that was nothing compared to the rage that came when I finally made my way home, I never saw the boy again but ever since then i had been terrified of heights.
The day was slow and uneventful and nobody approached me or even looked me in the eye but I could tell they were terrified to be caught conversing with me. Same thing with dinner but this lull made me nervous considering it was the Hunger Games and anything could happen. But probably the worst thing about my day is the fact that the moment that my head hit the pillow I knew that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. I felt physically tired but my head was buzzing and swirling with thoughts and the din just wouldn't die down. So instead of staying in my stuffy room I went and sat in front of the giant glass window that took up half of the wall in the living room the most solely interesting thing in the entire suite. I probably sat there for hours just staring at the bright colorful lights that seem to never dim in the Capital even when a rebellion was blown parts of it to bits.
For some reason the chaos calmed my mind and centered my focus. I got up and walked silently down the hallway feeling like a ghost before I was startled by a low thud and in a second I was sprinting towards the source of the sound which happened to be the room down the hall. My hand grasped the cold slippery knob but then froze, should I really invade somebody's privacy like this but a even louder crash hardened my resolve and I pushed the door open. I stumbled on my own feet because where I was expecting to see Raven I saw Finnick face twisted in agony and fear twisted up in the sheets on the floor thrashing around. Before I even knew what I was doing I was kneeled over by his side pushing on his shoulder trying everything anything to wake him up.
I grabbed his arm as it tried to swat at me with surprising strength for somebody asleep when suddenly I was engulfed in burning hot skin and his hand was around my throat and he was on top of me pressing my head into the cold stone. I gasped at the sudden pressure or at least I gasped as best as somebody in a choke hold can gasp and tugged at his wrist praying that he would recognize me before he snapped my neck. Sea green eyes met emerald and we both freeze before he scrambles up off the floor a look of horror on his face as I massage my neck taking much needed deep breaths.
I don't know why but the look of absolute terror strikes a chord in my heart and makes me envelop him in a hug which makes him stiffen in surprise but eventually he softens into it. His skin is slick with sweat and he smells like sea water but it's the feel of skin near the top of my thigh that makes me practically jump off him face burning and covering my eyes for my innocence as I realize that Finnick was butt naked. He took one look at my face and busted out laughing until he realized what I was so mortified about. Then the look of amusement dropped of his face so fast I'm surprised he didn't get whiplash and his face went pink as he scrambled to pull the sheets around his hips. Making sure I kept my eyes averted I cleared my throat "you okay" He shrugged and I had to keep my eyes from watching his muscles as they jumped.
"Thanks" he mumbled and I think it was maybe the first time I had seen Finnick be nervous of even slightly uncomfortable about anything. "I guess it was just time for me to return the favor" his eyes flickered at this and he cracked a small smile. "umm I guess I'll leave" I said clearing my throat again before leaving him standing in the middle of the room with only a sheet around his hips. The next day was a very nerve wracking and I just hoped and prayed that the judges would pay attention during my turn. Fortunately I was in luck and the whole thing was very solemn there were no festivities they were all sitting at panels watching me with hawk like focus.
I started with archery hitting the inside ring every time before I moved on to knife throwing were I hit everybody in the heart. After this display Coin cleared her throat as she was the head of the committee and dismissed me in a neutral tone.I spent the rest of my day sitting in front of the window and trying to brush off the feeling of Finnick's unwavering gaze on my back. By the time they start announcing scores I'm about ready to jump out of my skin I'm so nervous, I stare at the screen as they announce the scores. Nobody gets better than an 9 then it's my turn to hear my score everybody leans forward placing bets but I'm to focused to even hear them.
"And last but certainly not least we have Miss Katherine Snow pulling out an 8!" the whole room roars and I sway on my feet. The rest of the night is a blur of congratulations and nasty looks but all of that fades away compared to the horriable nightmare I have that night. I have to watch my grandfather bleed to death and i get stabbed in the back by the rebel named Gail but the worst of all is having to watch my mother die by the hands of the Capitals very own Mockingjay.
I am awakend from this sleeping hell by warm rough hands wrapping around my wrists. I reflexivly bring my knees up for a crotch blow and buck aginst my attackers grip I hear a pained grunt as my knee misses his crotch but manage to dig into his stomach and i freeze as the salty musk reahing me and i realize exactly who i am attacking and Finnick lets go leaving me to prop myself up aginst the headboard trying to catch my breath as my dream comes back to me. He sat back on his heels and grinned at me " I guess I returned the favor" I tried to give him even a small smile but I couldn't breathe! I was having a panic attack! "Katherine..." his voice sounded far away like it was coming from down a long tunnel. "KATHERINE!"I felt like I was choking on air the room was spinning. Then suddenly I felt his lips in mine and I was gasping for a completely differnt reason. His mouth was warm and firm as I returned the kiss, I felt his hands grip my waist and my hands tangled in his hair as his mouth asked for permission that I gladly gave. His tounge clashed with mine as a searing heat enveloped me something I had never felt before, I pulled his hair realeasing a deep lusty moan that vibrated in his chest. I felt him hoist me up onto him his hands hot and tingling on my sweaty flesh when suddenly i was thrown off hard I landed on the pillows nearly banging my head on the headboard confusing flooding me at the lack of skin and heat before I regained my senses. OH MY GOD I JUST MADE OUT WITH FINNICK ODAIR THE NIGHT BEFORE I'M SET TO GO INTO THE ARENA WHILE I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A PANIC ATTACK. I felt horrified and I'm sure my face showed it and Finnick's sure as hell reflected it. He looked guilty, horrifed, and disgusted all at the same time or at least i thought he did because right now all I was looking into was empty air.
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