It's always a tense time when it's the final four. Mentors sit awaiting attack or the latest mutt creation. But this year I am without them worries. I am able to do whatever I please.
Finnick allows himself into my room without even so much as a knock.
"What's going on with you Johanna?" He asks me with his eyebrows raised. I perch my bottom on the edge of the armchair with a small smiling playing out my slim lips.
"Nothing. Quit it. I'm happy... There's nothing going on but I'm happy." I tell him firmly.
"With Cinna or woodcutter." He jokes a cocky grin on his face. I give him a repugnant glare.
"His name is Chuck. There's nothing going on with Cinna." I tell him. So I have one drink with someone and he thinks I'm signing a marriage contract.
"I'm sure he wishes there was." He smiles childishly.
"Well then he'll be wishing a long time. I don't touch Capitol made remember." I smirk deviously. He can be as attractive and likeable as he wants. I still wouldn't touch him.
"Except he's not quite Capitol made is he." Finnick points out.
"Rebel or not he was still made in the Capitol, Odair." I sneer throwing him a can of something. I swivel the an around to read the label. 'Apple Cider.' It reads. I smile. This is Chuck's favourite. I brought him a crate for his birthday the other month. We ended up going on a two day bender a drinking them all in 2days.
"Everyone seems to be falling at Cinna's feet! You should have heard Effie talking to the other escorts. Personally I don't see it." He says clearly offended. There's this annoyed look upon his shimmery face that I can't help but laugh at.
"Someone a little jealous?" I tease tapping his cheeks. I know this makes him irritated because he told me his Mother used to do it to him to embarrass him.
"No I just don't see why he's such a catch. I mean I could design pretty dresses." He points out with a smile. I roll my eyes at him. The last time Finnick chose my outfit, I was rated worse dressed in the Capitol Magazines. I didn't care. It gave something for Cashmere to talk about.
"He's intriguing Finn. You're an open book." I tell him Cinna's secret.
"I seem it. But you know I'm not." He says quietly.
"Finnick you're not loosing your catch jeez! Open the window, there's a thousand girls screaming for you out there." I sigh tedious with this whole subject. I'm that fed up with his whining that I open the window myself. I was completely right. We're both deafened by screams. I slam the window shut and raise my hands to raise my point.
"There not the attention I want. Stupid Capitol affected people." He mumbles slinging himself onto the sofa.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask my face crinkling. I sit myself on his knee and study his face.
"Annie and I've had an argument then I come in here and nobody's bothered. It's all 'Cinna this' and 'Cinna that'." He groans rubbing the sides of his head. I know it's not Cinna that's bothering him. That's just a cover up.
"What were you arguing about?" I ask quietly so he can opt out of answering if he wants too. He pulls up the sleeves of his printed shirt and tightens his grip around my back.
"Annie knows about what I do when I come here. Most the time she's fine with it but she got upset last night." He explains to me with a groan.
"You're a saint Odair. I'd of killed her by now." I say stroking my fingers along his arm.
It's funny because with Victors it isn't just a figure of speech.
I switch the television on because I'm not in the mood to talk about Finnick's love life.
I'm pleasantly surprised at the sight before my eyes. Katniss is hunting around about a quarter of a mile away from lover boy.
He's picking at a patch of berries with a smug smile on his lips. I bet he's proud of finding the source of food for once.
He wraps them in the plastic and moves on a few metres. That's when we get a glance at the cunning redhead hidden in the greenery. Fixated and slightly squinted, her eyes follow his everyone awaiting the moment to strike. She won't kill him. She isn't strong enough. Even with a bad leg, he's strong.
"She'll steal the food." I breathe to Finnick taking a sip of cider. I'd almost forgotten his presence until now.
Breaking away from the safety of her shelter, Finch tiptoes closer and closer to the backpack laid on the earth. Her tread is so silent on the ground she has little fears of being caught. As always, Finch takes a handful of everything then stalks off into the bushes.
With a sly smile upon her lips, she settles down on the ground with her meal. That ought to set her up for the day. She pulls the cream cheese to him lips with a giddy grin. This'll be the best food she's eaten in days. Then she rolls the handful of berries about in the palm of her hand.
Just as her arm tilts up to lob the berries in her mouth, Finnick let's out a gasp. I don't know why he even went to shout out because there was nothing we could have done anyway. We couldn't have helped her. She can't hear.
I wouldn't have even known they were poisonous myself.
The juice of the berries seeps down her throat like wildfire affecting every organ inside her. Draining her body from life. If you look closely you can see the colour draining from her skin by the second. She's twitching uncontrollably and all her hands can do is clutch at her throat. I honestly cannot imagine the pain she must be experiencing right now. But then all of a sudden the shaking stops and she lies stiller than ever.
Her eyes are bulged out of her eyelids and completely glazed over. I cannot look for more than a second because its making me sick and sweaty. I feel as if for some reason I am dying myself. I feel as if those berries are being forced down my neck. I feel as Snow is letting this happen so we don't get another trickster as a victor. So we don't get anyone who is like me. Why did she have to go like this? Why did she have to die out of something so silly? When she had been so intelligent! One reason- She was too smart for her own good.