Author's Note: Hey everybody! As I promised, here is the next chapter! I had it all written last night, but I wanted to wait to post it today, so I would have a chance to receive more reviews for the last chapter.

Thank you so very much to houseofme, odestalovebaby, and music lover from district 4 for reviewing!

Annie's games are coming up soon and I would appreciate all your ideas about what should happen in the games and who the tributes should be. Please PM or review to tell me all your suggestions. I would really appreciate your help!

I was also wondering if anybody knew how many training days there are before the interviews. I haven't read The Hunger Games or Catching Fire in quite a while, so I forget how the process works. I want to make this story as true to the books as I can.

If any of you are Divergent fans, I would love it if you would check out my Divergent fanfiction, Against All Odds. It's a FourTris AU.

Without further ado, here is chapter 10!

DISCLAIMER: I am still not Suzanne Collins :(

Finnick Odair:

I watch Annie intently as she laughs and plops a bright red strawberry in her mouth. The sound of her tinkling laughter makes me smile and I'm relieved that her spirits have seemed to rise.

It upset me greatly to see her cry, especially since I'm sure it was my fault. I feel terrible for snapping at her, but the thought of her dying made me feel like my heart was being ripped in two. I just wish that Annie believed in herself. It will be impossible for her to win the games if she doesn't have hope. And I need Annie to win these games, more than I probably should. Although she doesn't realize it, Annie is stronger than anyone else I know and I have taken it upon myself to convince her of that.

"Why aren't you eating?" She questions as she bites into one of the fish melts.

"I'm not very hungry," I tell her, even though I am famished. I am determined to get as much food as I can into Annie, so she is stronger and healthier for the games. If that means that I will have to go hungry for the moment then so be it.

"Oh, come on, Finny! It's really good…" She says tauntingly waving the fish melt in my face. My hunger gets the best of my and I steal the fish melt, throwing it in my own mouth. Besides, one less fish melt won't really make that big of a difference. Although the fish doesn't even taste close to as good as the ones back home taste, it still manages to comfort me and helps reduce my homesickness.

I can't wait to arrive back in District 4, but I would stay in the Capitol forever if it meant Annie would live. The longer I stay here, the closer she will become to being crowned victor, for as soon as all the tributes of a district dies, the mentors are to return home.

"Hey, that one was mine!" She protests, feigning anger.

"Well, that's what you get for calling me Finny, Angelfish!" I reply, swallowing the last bit of the fish melt. I had always hated it when someone would call me Finny, for it always made me feel weak and little, but coming out of Annie's mouth it makes me feel elated.

"Hey, if you get to call me Angelfish, then I get to call you Finny!" Annie insists, crossing her arms. I know that she loves the fact that I call her Angelfish; I can see it on her face.

"Excuse me missy, but I am your mentor. You can't call a mentor Finny!" I sigh in mock exasperation.

"Then what should I call you?" She asks, giggling. I scratch my chin, pretending to consider this seriously.

"How about…the greatest, most handsome, most amazing person in all of Panem," I suggest. Annie rolls her beautiful green eyes.

"Too long and besides, my mother always taught me not to lie," she jokes, but her voice falters when she mentions her deceased mother. She recovers quickly and her green eyes go back to shining with amusement.

"Wow, Miss Cresta, I am truly shocked at your rudeness!" I gasp, clutching my heart dramatically. Annie giggles once again and the beautiful sound is like music to my ears.

"Maybe I should call you Emmalina!" She exclaims, and she does have a point. Emmalina would say something exactly of that sort.

"That's worse than Finny!" I protest.

"Hm… how about Finn?" She asks and her question makes my heart skip a beat. My mood is instantly dampened, for Finn was the nickname that my parents and my little sister had always called me. No one has ever called me that since their death, and I'm startled at her suggestion.

Annie must notice my sadness, for the amusement quickly leaves her eyes and she looks concerned. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine…it's just my family always called me Finn before they died and I haven't been called that since," I explain, feeling guilty that I made Annie worry.

"Oh, I'm sorry," She whispers quietly, chewing on her bottom lip.

"It's okay, you had no idea. Actually I would love it if you called me Finn," I tell her mostly to make her feel better, but I realize that I actually would love that. It would be something that a friend would call me; it's more personal. Annie searches my face uncertainly and she must realize that I am being honest, for she nods slightly.

"Okay, if you're sure," She replies, yawning. I glance at the clock; it reads 4:00. It's hard to believe that we have been talking for 2 hours! Time always seems to fly by when I'm with Annie. She yawns again and I start to collect the food and empty mugs of hot chocolate. Training will begin in 5 hours and I know from experience that it is hard to train with little to no sleep.

"You should get some sleep, Annie," I tell her and she climbs under her covers, nodding. Her eyes quickly close and she looks so peaceful and beautiful that I find myself staring at her. Quietly, I reach over and pull up the blankets to her chin. I turn to exit the door, but Annie's sleepy voice stops me.

"Wait Finnick, I almost forgot. The rope that you tied around my ankle is on the nightstand. I thought you might want it," she mumbles, opening her green eyes slightly. I glance over to the nightstand and sure enough, there sits my piece of rope. I feel an insane amount of relief. I'm glad to finally have the rope back, for never have I gone without tying knots for a whole day. It's strange how vulnerable I felt without it.

As I pick up the rope, my hand brushes a piece of paper, knocking it to the floor. As I reach down to pick it up, I notice that it is the letter that Macaulay told me to give Annie. It's still in the envelope, so I can tell that she still hasn't read it. I realize that she must find it too difficult, but her brother specifically asked me to make sure she reads it before the games. He said that it contains something very important that Annie must know. As much as I don't want to interrupt her sleep, I owe it to Macaulay before I forget.

"Annie," I say quietly shaking her shoulders. Her sleepy eyes open once again. "You still haven't read Macaulay's letter." I wave the envelope in front of her face and she looks down, sheepishly.

"I was going to open it tomorrow," She says sadly. "I wanted to save his words for as long as possible." I instantly feel bad for mentioning it and I place the letter back on the nightstand gently.

"I understand. Macaulay wanted me to make sure you read it. He said that there is some important things in it that you need to know," I say, brushing her auburn hair out of her face. Annie nods and I reach over to turn off the nearby lamp.

"Goodnight Fin. See you tomorrow morning," She whispers as I leave her bedroom.

"Goodnight Angelfish," I reply, sadly. I don't bother to tell her that I'll be on yet another date tomorrow morning.

Annie Cresta:

"Who should I kill, 4?" The girl from District 11 asks, as her brother twirls a trident in his hands. She is holding Finnick and Macaulay in a head lock. For some odd reason we are all standing on top of the ocean back in District 4. I look between my brother and my friend.

I can't let her kill either of them! But I know that I much choose one. Should it be the boy who has been there for me all my life or the boy who I just met, but somehow manages to make my heart flutter and puts a smile on my face.

Finnick or Macaulay, Finnick or Macaulay, Finnick or Macaulay…

They both look at me desperately.

"You're taking too long!" The boy yells and he drives his knife right into Finnick's heart. A look of shock takes over Finnick's face.

"I am dead because of you. You should have listened to your gut; I can't believe I agreed to mentor you!" Finnick cries and suddenly he disappears. Next the boy drives his knife into Macaulay's heart.

"You have always been a pain, Annie! I wish you had died in the same accident as Mother and Father! Now you will never be able to hear the important news I have for you!" Macaulay cries and he two disappears.

I crumble to the ground, sobbing, as the two tributes slowly walk towards me. They turn into Presiden Snow at the least minute and he lifts his knife over top of me.

"NOOOOO!" I scream...

I wake up tangled in my bed sheets, panting heavily. The scene of the boy and girl from District 11 stabbing Macaulay and Finnick plays over and over in my mind. Bright light trickles through the window blinds in my bedroom and I find it hard to breathe. I know that a panic attack must be coming upon me and I race to the bathroom, guzzling cool water from the fancy sink.

As soon as I feel my throat unclosing, I splash the water on my face in hope to get rid of the scene of Finnick and my brother's death. But it is no use; the look of shock on their faces is etched permanently into my mind.

"It's just a dream, Annie! No one can walk on water!" I say out loud as an effort to comfort myself.

The clock in my room reads 7:00 which means I have 2 hours until training. I know I should try to get more sleep, but it would be impossible to fall asleep with my dream on my mind.

Instead, I get dressed in the training clothes that are laid out at the end of my bed. Once I am dressed in the tight grey tank top and black leggings, I brush my teeth and throw my auburn hair into a glossy high ponytail. It's only 7:30 and breakfast doesn't start until 8:00, so I have a half an hour to spare. What should I do? I'm sure that everyone else must be still sleeping, for I hear no noises outside my closed door.

I perch on the edge of my bed and grab the letter from Macaulay. In my dream he said that he had something important to tell me and I think I remember Finnick telling me that last night, although I can't be sure. I was half asleep. I decide the only way to find out is read the letter.

As slowly as possible, I undo the envelope, wanting to save my brother's words for as long as possible. Despite Finnick's effort to raise my hopes last night, I have a sickening feeling that these words are the last I will ever receive from Macaulay.

I unfold the piece of paper and start reading my brother's neat handwriting. I can almost hear his voice, as though he is standing beside me speaking to me.

Instead of the comforting goodbye I had expected to read, I find myself reading something completely different and it makes me feel terribly sick.

Annie,

First of all, I would like to say how sorry I am that I couldn't say goodbye to you in person. I know I shouldn't have punched that peacekeeper in the face, but my anger got the better of me. I didn't want them to take you away, sis! You have to do whatever you can to come back to me, Annie. You are all I have left and I don't know how I will live without my sweet little sis. Train your hardest and make sure that you get that cocky Finnick Odair to tell you everything he knows about the games. You have to believe, just as I believe, that we will see each other again. You know, I don't think Finnick's as bad as everyone thinks he is. I know that you know just as well as everyone else what he does with those Capitol ladies, but I think there is also a kind heart down deep inside him. I wasn't even allowed to send you this letter, but Finnick promised me that he would deliver it to you even though it risks big trouble for him. I guess what I'm saying, sis, is to please give him a chance.

Now, I need you to know something important before you enter the games. I know you are going to be hurt that no one told you this before, but we were just trying to protect you. As you already know, mom was pregnant with me when she was 18, the same age as you. What you don't know is that Dad isn't my real father. This is going to come as a shock to you, but Mom was in the hunger games when she was 18. She was pregnant with me at the time. It was the first time a pregnant lady had ever been reaped and the Capitol went ballistic. Mom received the most sponsors that anyone has ever received, even more than that mentor of yours. Anyway, if she won, it would mean that 2 people would win: me and her. As you might expect, President Snow was determined not to let this happen. There is only supposed to be one victor, after all. My real father was reaped alongside Mom. What luck, huh? They were allies, as you could imagine, and he died protecting Mom and me.

He was a smart man, so as he was dying, he cut the tracker out of Mom's arm. The tracker is how the gamemaker's know where you are in the arena. Without the tracker in her arm, Mom was able to hide without any danger coming her way. This was how she won. Snow was furious, absolutely furious. He refused to acknowledge her as a victor and he made her change her name, so no one would know that she was in the Hunger Games. All of Panem thinks the victor of the 49th Hunger games died on the train ride home to District 4. He had been planning a way to get back at Mom since then and he finally did so last year.

When Mom and Dad were invited to that fishing clinic the day they died, President Snow was waiting for them and he killed Dad. He killed him right in front of Mom. Mom snapped and she drowned herself. Annie, Mom committed suicide; they didn't die in a car accident like you were told. President Snow visited me one day when you were at school and told me this. I could tell he wasn't lying. Annie, I don't know why she abandoned us. I don't know how she could do something like that, but I want you to know that I am so very sorry. I didn't want you to know what she did. I didn't want you to feel the same way as I did when I found out. Please see where I'm coming from, Sis!

I'm telling you all this now, because I need you to know to be extra careful. I don't think it was a coincidence that you were reaped and I want you to know what President Snow is capable of. I know you must have hundreds of questions and I would love to explain them all, but your train is leaving soon. I love you Annie so much and please remember that! Please don't take this too hard; please believe in yourself! Please come home to me!

Love,

Macaulay

As soon as I finish reading the letter I run to the bathroom and vomit into the toilet. This can't be true; it all has to be some crude, crude joke! Mom wasn't in the games and she most definitely didn't commit suicide. Mom loved Macaulay and me; she would never leave us willingly!

As much as I try to convince myself of this, a small part of me knows that what my brother told me is true. Macaulay would never lie to me and I do know what Snow is capable of, especially after being told Finnick's secret. It all makes sense now. That's why Macaulay looks nothing like me, for the only thing we share is Mom's red hair. That's why Mom woke up screaming every night from nightmares, that's what the scar on her arm is from, and that's why Macaulay quit his job and devoted his whole life to taking care of me. He was trying to protect me.

Despite knowing this, I still feel furious that he would keep all these secrets from me. I can't believe how much I didn't know about my own family!

This time when I feel the start of a panic attack, I am unable to stop it. I curl up into a ball on the cold bathroom tiles and sob until my throat aches and my heart stops racing. I just want to give up on life; I understand why Mom did what she did. Sometimes life gets so terrible that all you want to do is end it.

I stand up, sobs still wracking my body, and turn on the bathtub. As soon as it is full, I step in, fully dressed and stay underwater.

I stay underwater until I start to feel light-headed. Soon I will join Mom, Dad, and Macaulay's real father. I will die just as Mom had died. Suddenly, though, I think of Macaulay and push through the surface of the water, coughing and spitting water everywhere. I can't leave him; I have to win the games and get back to him. I owe my brother that much.

I am stronger than Mom.

What do you think of Macaulay's confession? Please review and let me know!

Like I said above, I would love to hear all your ideas about what should happen in Annie's games!

Thank you all for reading! Chapter 11 should be posted later today! :)