Mags: My Part

"Annie Cresta."

Shit! It took all of two seconds before chaos descends. It's a subtle chaos but I can see it running rampant in Annie's face as images of her Games no doubt fill her head. Some will be real like the beheading while others are contortions born of fear and hysteria. I don't have to see Finnick to know that fear and pain will be on his handsome face. But he doesn't need to worry because Annie is not going back into the arena.

"I volunteer." I say loudly, working to make sure it comes out clear.

Someone else will have to calm her now because I'm leaving the area to walk to the stage. Finnick is called next and then it's over.

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Katniss stumbles to the ground again. Is it the third time? The fourth? I don't know but it hurts as I roll off and hit the ground hard. My legs are shit to begin with but with this killer fog I can feel spasms robbing them of their remaining power. Katniss is asking Finnick if he can carry both Peeta and me but I already know the answer. I struggle to my feet as he shows her his shaking arms. I guess my part here is done. I've kept Annie out and taught Finnick everything I can. Finnick is apologizing but its ok. This was part of the deal and what good is an old lady in a rebellion. I give him a quick kiss trying to convey that I understand.

Katniss is what's important here and sacrifices are expected. So it's my final donation to the cause. I try to focus on a happier future where Finnick and Annie can be together. The fog engulfs me as pain sets in everywhere. I've played my part.