Before the rebellion, Finnick Odair lost Annie Cresta.
I hate my job. I hate Snow. I hate the Capitol. I wanna go to District 13. I wanna leave here. Leave Leave Leave Leave Leave Leave Leave.
I looked down at the girl, my charge. She stared back at me with her green eyes. Her wavy brown hair was matted and dirty. I only knew she was a District 4 Victor of the Hunger Games, but I never watched them since I screamed during watching me when I was younger. They were so cruel. I totally do not percieve why some people enjoy watching those young kids die. They're not even adults!
I have a boy of my own, he's fourteen this year. He should be thankful that he was born here, not in the Districts. But he wouldn't appreciate here. Like all the other kids in the Capitol, he's pampered, fat, spoilt, petty... ... the list goes on and on. If I had the chance I would leave. My so-called wife and son cannot keep me here. Sometimes I think that the boy isn't my own. No boy of mine would laugh at the Games while real people his age died in there in terrible, gruesome ways. While in the Districts people starved to death.
I kicked the bars in front of me, angry. The girl flinched. Sorry. I mumbled. Fishing in my pocket, I fished out a piece of bread that I had kept after lunch. I handed it to her. She hadn't been fed for... like two days. She looked up at me, surprised, than snatched the bread. Thank you. She said. Her voice was melodiously, though broken from the first few days of screaming. A tear trickled down her face.
Then I realized where the bread came from. Tinted with green seeweed. From her home District. Crap I didn't mean to... I apologised. She shook her head. Thank you. She repeated.
Suddenly the remaining of my batch filed in, their hans above their heads. Behind them was a bunch of masked man. District 13. I whispered.
The leader jerked his gun at me. I dropped my own gun, and raised my hands above my head. Don't shoot. I said. He took off his mask. I recognized him, from the 'Wanted' leaflets spread around. Haymitch Aberthany, the District 12 victor. Annie? he asked.
The girl simply gaped at him, the bread still in her hands, as Aberthany took in her bloodied form. Bruises scattered on her body, needle holes on her arms. Dried, old blood gathered at her head, her torso. Aberthany growled and aimed his gun at me again. What did you monsters do to her? He growled. I took a step back. The scientists... they're upstairs, working on the boy. I said. What boy? Aberthany growled. Blonde hair, blue eyes, stocky build.
Aberthany whispered something to his men. They deftly tied all of our hands together, so we couldn't fight back. Then the majority of them raced up to save the boy, one of them took the keys from my pocket . Suddenly Aberthany pulled the trigger at one of the men. He fell, soundless. The others tried to edge closer to me, but Aberthany worked their way through them, the girl watching emotionlessly.
The man beside me fell. The gun pivoted to me. I closed my eyes, awaiting my death.
No. A crisp voice said. I allowed myself to open an eye. The girl stood in front of me, the bread in her hand. He was good. He was unlike them. He wanted to leave. She said defiantly. Annie- those Capitol gutter-rats, you don't know what they're thinking.
In answer she held up the bread. All right. Aberthany growled. He came over and freed me of my bonds, helping me up. Welcome to District 13, boy.
After the rebellion, Annie Cresta lost Finnick Odair.
I was in charge of carrying the torch to burn Finnick's body. He lay on the boat, motionless. We were doing this the District 4 way. His body was covered with a white sheet, covering the worst of his wounds. His face was barely hurt though, his face only with a few scars.
Annie stood next to the boat, sobbing. Her belly was big and round, almost ready to labour. The Mockingjay put an arm around her, Hawthorn and Mellark behind them.
After Snow died, the Mockingjay was retained, but was released for Finnick's funeral. Annie crouched down next to Finnick's peaceful, sleeping face. Why couldn't you just wait for our child to be born? she whispered, so low that I had to strain to listen. A runner came up to Hawthorn, and he turned and tapped the two women on their shoulders. It's time. He said.
The bells rung. The Mockingjay helped Annie up, and led her away, Mellark and Hawthorn trailing behind them. The President was the first to speak. Laying the white rose on the white sheet, she said, The Dark reign is over. But it claimed the life of the best soldier I have ever seen, let alone the lives of all those children who died in the Games.
Then it was Annie's turn. Somehow she managed to hold her tears, putting the white rose down. He... He was not only a good soldier. He was not only a good man. He was a good husband, he was a good friend, he was a good shoulder to cry on. He was, and still is everything to me.
The Mockingjay was next. She kept it short. He told me that something, something was wrong with this world. Now it is right. Rest in peace, Finnick.
Mellark was last. He didn't adress the crowd, just to Finnick. You know, I used to feel jealous about you 'cause while you and Katniss were all heroic, I was just the one who always needed saving. But Finnick, you were more than that. Inside there I know there's something unhappy in there. Now it's all gone now.
The President turned to me and nodded slightly. I slowly walked forward, with two men flanking me. I dipped the torch to the boat. Fire roared up. Us three pushed the boat into the water, where either the water or the flames would claim him.
Annie crouched down, tears trickling down her cheek.