Just got back from track meet! It actually went kinda well. Anyways, I'm not really sure how much longer this story will be. I guess it'll be like…maybe ten more chapters..maybe less. Not sure. Thank you for all the reviews though! Love'em! I might also make up a list of 100 reasons why you shouldn't hate Cato, it's for a friend of mine who says she "hates Cato he's so mean!". But I might post it on here for people to read, so if you have any suggestions please share! R & R.

Gives ya feelings that you don't wanna fight. ~Cowboy Casanova, Carrie Underwood

Rachel's POV:

"Haymitch, just watch him for now, I'm just going into town real quick then I'll be back. Finnick should be back soon anyways." I tell Haymitch for the hundredth time why he has to watch Kevser for me for about ten minutes. Of course he argued, which I pointed out that he would just spend that time drinking or spending time with his grandson anyways.

"Fine, come here squirt." Haymitch opens his arms and Kevser goes right into them.

"Thank you" I smirk and then turn and head outside towards town.

As I walk towards the busier part of District Four many people recognize me and give me waves or nod their head in recognition. I return them with a grin or a smile. I planned this morning to go to town to buy something to eat for dinner. Finnick said he'd get some fish, which he is out catching now. After waking up last night from my nightmare he had stayed in the house the rest of the night, in a chair next to my bed. He had put Kevser back to bed for me too, since I had woken him up before with my screams.

There are more people in District Four then there had been when we arrived, more people moving here to be safe. The rebellion is said to be coming to a close, there's been talk of the rebels planning to capture Snow soon. Good, he deserves to die. I look around the groups of people. It's strange really, I'm a familiar face to them, but they're complete strangers to me. I look for a familiar face to me, for anyone, anyone at all, but I find none. I stare at the ground while my feet take me to the little food store near the district square.

A bell rings as I push open the door. I look up as I walk towards the counter and the man standing behind it. "Hi Rachel, what can I get for you?" he asks me casually.

"Just a bag of rice." He nods curtly before disappearing behind the counter to fetch it for me. I get a sinking feeling in my stomach while he's gone. Like a bottomless pit, like a void. Like something bad is going to happen. I just don't know what. I shift my weight back and forth between my feet and glance around. Nothing seems out of place. I glance outside; it's the time of year that I love, that I've been told I love. The changing of spring to summer. I'm still staring outside when the sound of the rice being placed on the counter makes me jump.

"Sorry, here you go" I say as I hand the man some money and take the bag. I walk outside the store, my stomach still feeling strange, as I walk back amidst the crowds. As I'm looking around, I barely see it. Barely see the child sitting against a wall, his knees scrapped up from falling. And they're bleeding. A lot. My eyes lock on the blood and I feel my muscles tighten. No. Not here, not now. Not with all these people. I feel my senses all blend together as I drop the bag of rice and turn and sprint the other direction as fast as I can go, causing quiet a big scene.

"Rachel?" I hear a faintly familiar voice that I can't place, it's not Finnick though, I know that. I ignore it though as everything starts to take new shapes. Everything in my eyes grows darker, meaner. Hijacked.

"It's not real. It's not real" I mutter to myself as I continue running. I need to get away from these people, before I hurt them. I don't even notice that my feet are still moving until I run right into a wire fence. I don't think and I clutch it in my hands. I lock my fists around the wire and focus on the pain. The searing pain that travels up from my hands, caused by the slightly barbed wire. It's not enough though, I feel the shaking kick in. I go and drunkenly scamper over the fence, getting long scraps down my legs and arms. I run again, I run until the visions are too much to take, then I crumple to the ground. I sit, with my knees pulled tightly into my chest and slam my eyes shut. I put my head on my knees and wrap my arms around myself as I lock my muscles.

"Rachel?" I hear the voice from before, I can place it now. Skitt. A spasm runs through my body as I jolt in my sitting position, causing myself to whimper. "Rachel?" he repeats. But then the visions come through my shut eyes. All the lives I've taken, the people that I knew full well I was taking their life, come to take mine. They taunt me, they beat me. Then I begin to scream. I scream for the only person I know who can help me right now. I don't even lift my head, I just scream into my legs.

"Finnick!" As I scream I can feel their eyes on me, and I know I've caused a crowd to gather. Skitt is still in front of me though.

"He wouldn't hurt you. Finnick's nice." He soothes, I know that. I want him to come help.

"Get." I gasp as the boy from District Three slaps me across the face. "Get Finnick, I need Finnick" I manage to get out.

"Okay." I sense Skitt moving before I hear his voice. "Someone go get Finnick, bring him here. Now! Don't just stand there!" he commands harshly.

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-Finnick's POV:

I stand perfectly still in the water, up to my waist. My whole body is still soaking wet since I decided to swim before fishing. I have my trident poised above my head as I wait for a fish to come close enough for me to take. I watch as one slowly makes its way towards me. Closer, just a little bit closer.

"Finnick!" I hear someone call and the fish darts away. Shit. I turn in the water to see a boy, around fifteen, running across the sand towards me. By his red face, he's been running for a while. He stops at the water edge and kneels over, putting his hands on his knees and gasping for air. "Go. Go to the medicine store." He gasps out.

"Why?" I ask bluntly.

"Rachel. Flashback, big one." I'm off sprinting to where he told me before he can even finish his sentence. I throw my trident to the side and leave it in the sand. I run barefoot down the road towards the medicine store. I'm running so fast that soon I don't even feel my legs moving. Sweat mixes with the beads of water that still cling to my bare chest. Once I reach the square I skid to a stop and look around. Which way is the store? I look around and catch sight of a barbed fence; it's been bent to the side, like someone climbed over it. No, no, she's hurt too. I run and hurdle over the fence, then I see the large crowd gathered by the back of a building. There are about fifty people there; all crowding around what I'm sure is Rachel in the middle of a flashback. I rush up and shove my way through the crowd.

"Move! Go away! All of you!" I demand as they form a path for me. What I see sends mixed emotions through me. Rachel sits in the dirt, she's bleeding from scraps down her arms and legs, blood comes from her hands too; it's from the fence. She's curled in a tight ball, arms locked around her legs that she's brought to her chest. Her head is pressed on her knees, her eyes locked shut. She's not shaking though. Her breathing is labored and I see her tense, locked muscles spasm once as she winces. As if she's being hit. Skitt sits off to the side, a hand on her shoulder, whispering words to her. He looks up at me and gives me a sad smile, I question him with my eyes and he nods. I slowly walk over to her and kneel in front of her. I put my hands on her arms gently. "Rachel?" I call softly to her. Her breath catches for an instant before it continues to be labored. "Hey, I'm here. It's not real. Whatever you see, it's not real sweetheart." I croon softly, hoping that Haymitch's nickname that he uses for her will comfort her more. I still get no response. I move my hands up and down her arms, hoping I can rub some of the tension out of them. "Shhhh, you're okay. You're okay." I tell her over and over again; slowly her muscles begin to relax under my touch. I stand without taking my hands off of her and make my way behind her. I lean up against a building and then pull her into my lap. I wrap my arms gently around her; I find her hands and then begin tracing different shapes on the back of them. She leans up against me and puts her head on my wet chest. Her shirt is soaking wet now, but we don't care, I'm still trying to get her back. "It's not real. Not real" I whisper in her ear. Slowly she lifts her head from her knees. Then hysteria sets in.

Her body begins to tremble as she starts to sob. Her shoulders shake as she cries. I pull her close to me and she buries her face in my chest. I gently pick her up so she's facing me and hold the back of her head, playing with her hair. I run my other hand up and down her back as I let her cry.

I then notice the silence, I look up and see only Skitt is left, the crowd gone. 'Thank you' I mouth to him, he nods. 'I'll see you for dinner?' he mouths back, I nod. With that he turns and leaves us alone. With that I put my head right by her ear, my breath falling softly on her neck.

"You're okay, its okay. It's over now."

"I didn't want to kill them Finn. I didn't want to." She sobs. I rub her back.

"I know, you didn't have a choice, just like I didn't. We all didn't have a choice."

"I'm a terrible person" She mumbles, so softly that I almost don't hear her. I pick up my head and use my hands and take hers so she has to look me strait in the eyes.

"Don't ever say that. Do you hear me? You are not a terrible person." I tell her sternly, she shakes her head.

"I've killed so many people. I've put you through so much, too much. I don't know why you still love me."

Well, at least she knows I love her. "I love you, I always will. I don't care how much you've put me through, it's all worth it. It's all worth it seeing that you trust me more every day. You're still you, different, but you. I love being able to make you fall in love with me all over again. I still love you for who you are. You're still the same girl, deep down; we're all just trying to get her to come out again. And I don't care that you've killed people. So have I. So has Chaff, and Seeder, and Johanna, hell, even Haymitch. We all have, we're not proud of it, we were forced too, but we did. You can't change that now." She sighs, long and exasperated. I lean forwards and put my forehead on hers. I watch as her eyes droop down slightly.

"I trust you" she whispers, her breath teasing my lips. I suddenly become very aware of the position we're in. Her legs straddle around my waist, my hands softly on the sides of her face, her hands on my bear chest, just over my abs. She hasn't been this close to me since, since our last night together, before the Games, before the rebellion. "For a thousand years" A smile spreads across her face.

"And a thousand more" I tell her, she actually laughs a bit at my response. I pull my head back and look at her arms, the dried blood that streaks down them. I then go and pick her up as I stand, she lets out a small sound of surprise that I laugh at. "We need to get you cleaned up" I say simply.

"Okay" she leans into me as I start walking down the road Victor's Village, ignoring the stares we get as I carry my girl down the streets bridal style.

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I take her over to my house; I don't really think it would do Kevser any good to see his parents covered in blood, even if it is just a little. I walk into the kitchen and place her on the countertop, her leg in the big sink. "It might sting a little bit" I warn her and she just nods. I go and turn on the water, then go and rinse off her bare leg. She winces and clutches my shoulder. "Sorry"

"Its okay" she sighs, I guess the pain is only for a second. I continue cleaning her cuts as a comfortable silence fills the air. She doesn't speak up again until I'm drying her leg in a towel. "I guess I'll just make eggs for dinner" I chuckle a little bit, after all that's happened she's still thinking of what to have for dinner. Acting like nothing happened.

"That sounds good" I agree, I always enjoyed having breakfast for dinner as a kid. It made me feel, rebellious. Well, as rebellious as a five year old can feel. "What should I do now? A leg or an arm?" I smirk at her and she laughs at me. She swaps one leg out of the sink for the other.

"A leg" she tells me. "Is Skitt coming for dinner too?" She asks after she winces when the water first comes in contact with her skin, causing the water at the bottom of the sink to be a tinted red.

"Yeah, he said he was"

"Good, I haven't seen him in a while"

"Neither have I, I owe him a lot."

"Why?" I look up at her face from my cleaning for a second and smile.

"He kept you alive in there" There's a pause before she answers.

"Yeah, he did."

After I finish her other leg and dry it and I go and dry my own hands.

"You should go wash yourself, I can do my arms." Rachel offers, I look down at myself. Her blood has dried on my chest from my holding her. I nod. I turn to go but I'm surprised when she catches my hand. She squeezes it so I look back at her, she smiles again at me. "Thanks Finn"

I smile and step closer to her; I move quickly and kiss her on the cheek. "My pleasure" I grin.

And she didn't even flinch.

Hurray! Long chapter! Haha but I feel kinda bad for myself, I need to finish my reaserch paper, which I put off doing this because it's boring to do school work, and I ate a whole chocolate rabbit I got for Easter. Anyways today's a good day, like six stories on my watch list were updated! Wahoo! So hope you enjoyed and please please review!

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