Please don't hate me. I think my story writing skills are slowly faltering into a pit of despair. I am having an inspiration and creativity shortage. I'm losing my writing mojo for this story and I don't know why. I'm sorry readers if this story is disappointing you. v_v

FPOV:

I walked away, and I didn't dare look back or I wouldn't be able to keep going on. I gripped hold of the very piece of hope I had in my hand. An IED bomb I found when I was carrying Samantha into a safe cart. This train was full of people set on destroying me and possibly Samantha too though I don't think anyone recognized her because of her disguise. I thought they were probably going to lock me in here and fuse the IED bomb on me so I'd die, but jokes on them now. I couldn't help but think that she was right. I'm probably not going to come back and I hoped that she was going to be okay.
I trailed though the isles and confirmed my fear. They all had it on them; the weird devil like wings somewhere shown on their body symbolizing association with the group or people who want me dead. I needed them to die before I die because it's kill or be killed on this train. There is no one here that isn't part of their group.
"Help! Can I have an attendant here please?" I called out into the open, clutching a chair and my stomach, faking illness to draw attention. I see a man emerge from the darkness curtains and I only see a silhouette that looks vaguely familiar. He didn't look as if he was an attendant, maybe he was the only other passenger on this train. He was wearing a ragged shirt and plain dark jeans instead of the attendant's uniform.

"Finnick?" I hear his curious voice speak out. Who is this person and why did he know my name? I stayed silent and still in the darkness, squinting my eyes to get a better look at this guy, and when I do, I suddenly realize who it is.
"Gale?" I croak, my voice drowning out with tiredness and almost death.
"Finnick, for fuck sake, what the hell are you doing here?" He shouts at me pointedly and anger bubbled up inside me. Was he in on this? Was he going out to kill me too?
"Are you here to kill me too?" I inquire seriously, mimicking the thoughts in my head but the threatening affect wearing out from the exhaustion.
"No, I was coming to get you. Now answer me, why are you on this train?"
"The obvious reason, I'm going back to Annie." I roll my eyes as if that were something that was plainly clear. "Now leave me or help me. I'm going to blow this train up and if you don't help me you're gonna die too. I'm killing everyone on this train." Gale walks toward me and holds his hand out for a handshake.
"I want to help you. I will help you. But I will not help you get back to Annie. In fact, I'm going to do everything possible to make sure you don't." He says calmly as I rip my hand out of the handshake.
"Then get the hell away from me." I shout acidly, outrage pouring through me.
"Finnick, do you honestly want to bring all of this back to her? They're going to kill her too." He says, trying to calm ne down. Then realization hits me. He's right. This was never going to stop. I'm never going to get back to Annie. If I go back to her, this chaos will follow me and will only complicate things more.
"We'll figure a way. Don't worry, that's why I came to get you." He reassures maturely as if he were the older one. Agony flows through my body, along with disappointment and sadness. I was so happy to finally get back to Annie that I totally disregarded the fact these people were trying to get me and weren't going to stop until they did. This anger fired and gave me more motivation to stop this terror being placed upon me.
"Alright well, get ready because I'm burning this motherfucker down."

"Can we help you?" An attendant woman with the same devilish wing symbol tattooed on her neck, barely visible asks gale and I.
"No thanks." I keep walking but Gale answers acidly and brushes past her rudely.
"Then I ask if you two can please take a seat." She grabs Gale but he quickly deflects the movement and we both walk a quicker pace, edging on a jog now to where we have to go. It's a good thing this selected part of the train was empty, or else we'd never be able to execute our plan.

"Dare I ask where the hell you got that bomb from?" Gale asks, gesturing towards the IED bomb I held in my hand. It was small, about the size of a 200g block of butter. The good thing is that bombs don't have to be large to be affective. This was perfect.

"Well Gale, I actually was lucky enough to come across this on the train… just moments before…" I stop myself from trailing into the details of the moment Samantha and I shared together just a couple minutes ago.

"You found it on the train?" He questions, his eyebrows shooting up and his eyes popping open, surprised.

"Yeah. Are they carrying anything flammable on this train?" I inquire, knowing they probably won't, but there was a chance seeing there was a bomb here in the first place, which they did a terrible job in trying to cover up.

"Actually, yes. I was pretty shocked myself when I saw they had about 3 carts full of fuel spaced between the carts that are supposed to hold people in. I thought it was very strange but it all makes sense now. They were gonna blow you up."

"Well that's splendid." I remark sarcastically as I lead to the middle of the train which conveniently wasn't too far away since we were already there.

"Well I can strap it on; we'll set it and get the hell off here, right?" Gale asks just to make sure and I give a nod, motioning him to go on quickly because there wasn't much time until they figured out that their bomb was gone and that we were about to kill everyone. I was truly grateful to have found Gale on this train. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be dead by now. But instead of thanking him right this moment, I just tell him what he needs to do.

"Hurry."