Someone was calling her name.

Rini struggled to open her eyes, recognizing Seneca's voice. "Seneca," she mumbled, opening her eyes and blinking. When the room came into focus, she sat up. A wave of nausea hit her and her head felt like it was split open.

"Awake?" Seneca appeared coming out of the closet, his arms full of clothes. "Good. Get up and pack get your things. We're going home."

Renata groaned and she held her head in her hands, trying to get control of the pain that she felt. What the hell had happened to her? It felt like someone had hit her with a sledgehammer. Her eyes suddenly opened wide as the influx of memories flooded her mind.

Cecil crying her name. The sounds of a struggle. Her intent to leave and the Peacekeeper stopping her.

"Seneca!" She gasped, her knees buckling when she tried to stand. She grabbed onto him for support, making him drop his armful of clothes.

"Rini, fuck!" He hissed, grabbing her elbows and helping her to her feet. "Come on, now. Get to it."

"No! Seneca, something's happened to Cecil!" She cried, grabbing onto his shoulders. Tears leaped to her eyes and she shook her head. "I have to go to Four, I have to see him! Please, let me go! Please!" She exclaimed, breaking down in tears. Her head was throbbing and she cried against his chest.

"Renata," Seneca started. He opened his mouth to speak again when there was a knock on the front door. He sighed and tilted up her chin, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "We'll talk in a minute. Go get dressed, okay?" He let go of her and headed to answer the door, leaving her standing there.

She whimpered to herself as she went into the closet and absentmindedly pulled down a dress, pulling it on over her head and tying it. What if she just left? He could try to stop her. But if she just happened to slip out, then what? Navigating the Capitol didn't exactly come easy to her. With a sigh, she slipped her feet into some shoes and then walked out, stopping when she saw a team of Peacekeepers in their apartment. "What's going on?" She asked, turning their attention to her. She blushed and wiped her splotchy cheeks, going to Seneca and hugging his arm. The man that had hit her was amongst the other Peacekeepers and she avoided his gaze.

"We need the both of you to come with us. We're to escort you to the President's mansion," The leader murmured, his hand tight on his gun.

"What does he want?" Rini asked, biting her lip when Seneca moved his arm around her and held her close.

"We'll of course come along," Seneca smiled, nodding. He looked down at Rini and he kissed her forehead softly. "Won't we?"

She swallowed and nodded, having no choice but to go with them.

Rini's eyes were wide as she and Seneca were led down a marble hallway, her shoes clicking on the floor. Where were they being taken? She had never been in this part of the mansion before. Then again, she had only been in the mansion a couple of times before, and both times in the ballroom. There were no windows, no door, only a hallway that seemed to go on forever.

"Where are we going?" She whispered to Seneca, clinging to his arm. Her heart was pounding away and her legs felt like noodles. If she were to let go of him she was certain she would collapse.

"I don't know," Seneca murmured, keeping his eyes on the two Peacekeepers ahead of them. His voice was firm, but she could feel a slight tremor in his arm. "Don't worry. Everything will be alright." They stopped when the men did, in front of a pair of double doors. "This is it, then?"

One man nodded and they pulled open the doors, a small room with a table in the center of it residing within. "In, both of you. The president has something for you."

A shout from behind them made them turn and after a moment, Renata realized that someone was shouting her name.

"Renata!" Finnick was screaming, panic set on his face. A team of Peacekeepers were chasing after him, but he was too quick for them. "No! No, you can't!" He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him, his lips colliding against hers. "I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?"

Her eyes were wide as she found herself crushed painfully tight against Finnick's chest. What on earth was going on? She looked at Seneca and saw that he stood motionless with his eyes on her, his eyes stern. She gave a small cry as Finnick was wrenched away from her and she stumbled back against her husband's chest, and the Peacekeepers that had pursued Finnick were taking him away.

"Not her!" He roared. "Don't punish her, goddamnit! Snow! She's just a child! Don't punish her!"

"Inside," Their guard murmured, as if nothing had happened.

"Come, Rini," Seneca grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the hallway and into the room, the door closing behind them.

"Seneca, what's going on?" She whispered, her voice breaking from fear. The look of sheer panic on Finnick's face and the words that he had been screaming were still echoing in her head, and a fear worse than her time in the arena had settled in her bones. She swallowed when Seneca made a small choking noise and she turned to find him facing away from her, his shoulders shaking. "Seneca?" She walked slowly towards him and set her hand on his shoulder, jumping when he started laughing. Hysterically. "What is-"

On the table rested a decorative crystal bowl, nearly spilling over with nightlock.

Renata's blood turned cold and she took a few steps back, shaking her head. "No," she breathed. She turned and went to the door, tugging at the handle. It all made sense now. The berries that had nearly ended both Katniss and Peeta were now to end both Seneca and her. Tears welled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she tried desperately to pull open the door, Seneca laughing all the while.

"Rini," he called to her, gasping for breath. "Rini, it's alright."

She felt him wrap his arms around her from behind and she broke down in tears, shaking her head. "We didn't do anything wrong," she whimpered, her arms pinned to her sides. His beard tickled her face when he kissed her cheek and turned her back towards the table. "Seneca."

"We'll do it together," He said softly, reaching his hand into the bowl and scooping some out. "Hold out your hand."

She choked out a sob and slowly did so, her hand shaking. There wasn't any point in fighting. Perhaps the end of her would finally give Cecil and his family the safety that she had tried so hard to solidify for them. She looked up at Seneca with tears clinging to her lower lashes. "Together?" she asked him, the berries staining her palm purple. She didn't want to think about anything. Not Cecil, Leona, or the kids. Not the sea air on her face that she'd never feel again.

Seneca nodded and he dipped down to kiss her deeply and properly, not pulling away until her breath was quick and her head was spinning. "God. You were worth it, weren't you?" He murmured, looking into her eyes. He raised his hand towards his mouth and she did the same.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her hand to let the berries drop in when the sound of the door opening made her stop.

"Put those down," Snow demanded, his eyes stern as he looked at Renata. "Not," he fixed his eyes on Seneca, "you."

Renata looked from the President to Seneca, paralyzed with fear. "What?"

"I want you to watch what your actions have caused. There are consequences for everything," he murmured, moving behind Renata and setting his hands on her shoulders. "Because of your meddling, your conniving little ways, you've brought this on Seneca. This is your doing," He whispered in her ear.

Seneca didn't move as the Peacekeepers came in and forced him to his knees, one grabbing him by his throat and tilting his head backwards.

"No!" She cried, reaching out for him as the other Peacekeeper upended the bowl of nightlock, the majority of it going down Seneca's throat. She could hear him choking on the berries that had gone down whole and lodged into his windpipe. "Seneca!" She cried, going to him as Snow released her and he slumped forward, convulsing when she caught him. She turned him onto his back and cradled him in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. As many times as she wished him dead, she never wanted this for him.

His piercing blue eyes stared lifelessly into hers as she held him, gazing at her accusingly.

She had killed him.

"Seneca!" She wailed, hugging him against her chest. He was gone. The freedom that she had imagined she would feel was nowhere to be found. Only guilt.

"Do not think that you're getting off easy for this, miss Kelde," Snow's voice came from behind her. She turned to look at him, her vision blurred from tears. "I won't tolerate any misbehavior. This had been a mistake from the start." He waved his hand at Seneca and her, apparently encompassing whatever "this" was. "Trust me, I won't make the mistake again. I'll be watching you. And I promise you that if I get even a whisper of your name where it doesn't belong, I will break you. Do we understand one another?"

Her lip trembled and she nodded, unable to break his gaze. "Y-yes."

"Then I send you home with the congratulations of a fresh start. I will send word when I need you back here again."

He left soundlessly, leaving her with the lifeless weight of Seneca in her arms, the sharp scent of nightlock in her lungs, and the promise that she would be coming back to the Capitol.

Aaaand there it is. Not much to say about this, really. Don't wanna say too much.

I will speak about beautiful beautiful Sam Claflin. Oh lord, that man is perfect. Love him to bits. Want to write sonnets about him. Will stick to this for now.

Welcome to all the new readers and thanks for all the traffic since the movie came out. Let me know what you think and I'll get to work on the end of Undertow.

Much love,

Kelsey