A/N: This is my first creation on here. I'm all for happy endings, so it will have one (in other words Finnick is NOT DYING! I REFUSE!) Annie will exist in this story, but she will be more of a friend than anything. I have just always felt that Johanna & Finnick have more chemistry. Other than these changes, it will remain very similar to the original story, with extra characters and the hunger games that took place between Johanna's and the 74th.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters created by Suzanne Collins.

It was almost too easy. Convincing the world that she was small and helpless, an easy target, a weakling. And as the timer counts down, she realizes just how important her deception will be in the coming days.

As it reaches one, her fellow tributes sprint off of their metal plates towards the cornucopia. She chooses to add to her implicated frailty and makes for the woods. Playing the coward irked her, it was against her very being, but she had to stay true to her plan.

Hours go by, she hides in a tree. Nine cannons have gone off. She tries to imagine who they were, how they died. But it isn't her problem, her only concern is herself. Sure, there was her district partner, but he was an idiot and she didn't need to be dragged down by him. He was missing in the fold within the first couple seconds of the initial blood bath. Chances are that he was dead already.

She leans her head against the trunk and reminisces on her time at the Capitol. All the fake smiles, interviews, posh clothes… They surely were not the subtle type. She had also been acquainted with some of the past victors, though not enough to get tips. They were out for their own.

She remembered looking across the training center and making eye contact with the Capitol's dream boy, Finnick Odair. She wasn't sure if he had already been staring at her, or if their eye contact had been initiated at the same time. They stared at each other for several moments, his eyes full of interest and perhaps a bit of confusion. But her gaze was full of rage. He was going to train his tributes to kill her, therefore he, just like everyone else was her enemy. Everyone except for Blight and Ina, that is.

Blight won his games about eight years before her, he wasn't what she would call a friend, but he was kind and conversational, even when she wasn't. She had decided the second that she was reaped that she would go into this a secret, a mystery. No one would know her methods or her capabilities. No one would know what she could do.

Ina was an older woman, having won the 33rd Hunger Games at the age of seventeen. She had been made victor when she chopped down a large tree over time, coming and going throughout the days to continue her labor, hiding during her breaks. Her victory came when she hit the last remaining bit at night, leading to it falling onto her last sleeping opponent.

In Johanna's interview with Caesar Flickerman, she giggled and smiled shyly, maintaining her innocent act. She would not have anyone know just how deadly she could be. She would have no one know that she had been practicing with her axe when no one was looking. Preparing for the day this would come, and somehow knowing that it would.

In the middle of the night, she is roused from her thoughts by the anthem, the lights flashing in the sky. She sees the faces of the tributes who have died. Two more cannons had gone off throughout the day, leaving eleven dead. She sees the face of her tribute partner. She isn't surprised, but she still feels a slight pain in her chest at the sight of his picture. She didn't like the guy, but he was from home.

That means that there are thirteen tributes left, hiding somewhere in this jungle, and she is not friends with any of them. Morning comes, and she decides to make it back to the cornucopia. She makes it through a clearing and observes her surroundings. The arena is of one of greenery. Tall pine trees on all sides, with walnut trees and oaks camouflaged in the background. She slowly edges from her hiding spot among a few bushes and begins to run for the cornucopia. When she reaches her destination, she takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart and looks around.

There is rope, some spears, a bow and arrow, none of which would suit her needs. None of which she knows how to use. She begins to grow restless, when she sees it. Back in the far-right corner of the cornucopia: an axe. She walks over to it and claims it, testing its weight and becoming familiar with its grip. She also grabs an empty flask and a roll of first aid tape, and starts for the exit.

He is standing there, a tribute from Eight. He's glaring at her, nostrils flared, sword in hand, prepared to attack. She blinks back, almost innocently, and then proceeds to move forward. He's lunging at her now, his sword in front of him, dancing clumsily. She evades his attacks easily and turns to come face-to-face with him once again. Surprise is evident in his eyes, he thought this would be easy. He thought she was an easy target, a weakling, the whole world did. He moves in again, and this time she counters his attack with one of her own. She hits his jaw with the butt of her axe, sending him reeling backwards, but not landing on the ground. There is blood dripping from his lip, he is angry.

This time she initiates the deadly dance, coming towards him with full force, sweeping her leg under his own – this time sending him to the ground - and thrusting the blade of her axe into his chest. He gargles, blood erupting from his mouth, and he stills. A cannon goes off.

She can hear all of Panem gasping in surprise. Innocent girl, she is clearly not.