Here's chapter 10. Not a lot happens but I guess every story needs its relaxing points. Please review! And thanks for the follows, favorites, reviews! Really! I love you all! Y'all are great! Happy Reading!

Chapter 10

"Thank you so much, Sir. My tributes and I appreciate your generous donation"

"Oh it's all right. I'd do anything for the beautiful Annie Cresta"

Those words hit Finnick harder than a truck. "Excuse me"?

"Who isn't in love with her at the moment? I mean, she's not pretty nut there's something about her aura that captures anybody. I hope the ointment works for her wounded shoulder. And the cream is great for back pains. I'm sure the cream will be great for her partner"

"Oh, yeah. Thank you Paulo" Finnick felt like he'd struck gold. Just the bleeding scratch on Annie's shoulder made Finnick shudder. It was an open wound that could easily get infected in a place like that. Or, who knew she could bleed to death. Or, maybe that was just Finnick overreacting. It was early morning. So early, outside was still dark and cold. Finnick sat down to write both his tributes a note along with the condiments.

Corbin and Annie,

I've included a special treatment for each of your wounds. Annie, ointment for your cut. It looked pretty deep from what I saw and thought it needed care before you get an infection. Corbin, there's a special cream for your pain. I couldn't tell whether it was skeletal or muscular. Either way, the cream will work. Apply generously for both your treatments and good luck.

-Finnick

He wanted to say many things to Annie. So he included and extra note specifically for Annie.

Ann,

I'm not saying killing is a good thing but, don't let it get to your head. There's fourteen dead now. More chances for you to win. The less people the better. The weak ones are dead. The two from 12, two from 10, two from 5, two from 6 two from 7, and one from 3, 11, 8, and 9. That's how it's going to be. Killing whoever gets in your way. I'm sorry to tell you that but it's the only way to survive. Hold on Annie. Remember, I'm going to get you out of there. I love you Annie. Don't give up.

-Finnick

He hid her note inside the ointment. Just so that Corbin won't see it. When Finnick meant that he wouldn't sleep watching Annie all the time, he was right. Even when she was sleeping, Finnick would watch. Just to make sure nothing or no one would surprise them. He settled everything in a container and attached the parachute to it. He sent it out a special chute that would take it to the gamemakers in the arena. They would take care of it and release it to wherever the tributes were.

Finnick carefully observed Annie's reaction to her killing the boy from District 11. He thought she was losing it in there and she would be the one to take her own life. Or maybe Finnick was just overreacting.

Annie was awoken by a strange high-pitched melody. She nearly fell off the tree, when she noticed it was a parachute.

"Corbin"! She whispered, shaking him awake on the next branch. "We got parachutes"

"Already? It's only the first night" As soon as he moved, he grunted in pain and had to grit his teeth tightly.

"But you're hurt. So, you need it" As soon as the parachute got stuck on the leaves in the tree, Annir grabbed the container and felt the pain from her wound in her soul. She finally got the metal round container and opened it up. "There's two things. An ointment for me and a cream for you" She said, repeating what was on Finnick's card.

"Oh, thank you Finnick"! Corbin took off his shirt and opened the box. "Could you rub it for me"?

"Sure" She spread the icy cream on her hands. The cream had a string smell that could probably repel anything within 100 feet of it. "It stinks"

The smell burned in Corbin's nose. "I can tell"

Once she was done, Corbin went back to sleep and this time he didn't grunt in pain every now and then. It was all peaceful. Seems like a strange place to find some peace of mind. Annie opened her box up and saw the note from Finnick. It was as if he brought a lit candle to her dark, freezing world. She could imagine his arms around her and his kisses on her forehead In that moment she had forgotten about the kill she made. Even if he had mentioned it in the note.

She took the ointment, lifted up her sleeve and examined the cut. Finnick was right about it looking deep. Maybe the tribute was trying to cute Annie's arm off but he failed. As soon as she touched the wound with the ointment, she cried in pain silently. She bit her lip tight and applied the ointment. She tasted blood in her mouth after the mission. But right after, a wave of relief flushed over her knocking her asleep.

"Finnick" He heard Mags's voice a couple times, but he was lost in the land of the sleep.

"Finnick"! She slapped him across the face and it left a stinging sensation in his right cheek.

"What was that for"?!

"At what time did you fall asleep"?

"When Annie opened her package it was, four? Five maybe"

"Well it's 7:30. And the bags under your eyes tell the story of how you slept. For Pete's sake Finnick you were drooling. You haven't even showered"

"And I won't until Annie leaves that arena"

"You're starting to smell like a wet dog" She left Finnick scolded as if he was her son. Which, he sort of was.

"I'll smell like whatever I want to"! Haymitch sat next to Finnick. Haymitch always reeked of alcohol. Finnick thought it better to smell like wet dog than alcohol any day.

"I've got news for you"

"What"?

Hayitch leaned in to Finnick's ear and Finnick almost gagged from his smell. "It's about the rebellion"

"There's less people than yesterday, just tell me"

"We found District 13"

"The bombed district"?

"Yes. Turns they're underground and they run a whole system with electricity, running water, and food. They've been members of their own rebellion for ages. They never thought people in Panem would conspire against the president"

"So what now"?

"We need a symbol"

"A symbol? Like what"?

"Like a person. Someone the president grows to hate and isn't afraid to defy a tyrant. And we need more people to join. I suggested you ask Annie to join with you"

Finnick felt like he signed Annie's death sentence. "No"

"What"?

"I am not getting her involved in any of this. Me, getting paid in secrets just adds to more reasons for Snow to kill her. I am not getting her involved in a revolution"

"What if she finds out"?

"If she does, then I'll die in her place" Finnick's eye caught motion in the screen. Annie was stirring awake. He couldn't believe she was finally his. And her being the most precious thing in his life, he was not letting his own actions take away her life"