It was early in the morning when Finch climbed out of bed. She decided to get some water for the day.

'Hey Sierra,' Finch shook the sleeping girl lightly.

'hmmm?' Sierra mumbled.

'I'm going to get water okay? I'll be back soon.'

'hmmm.' Sierra went back to sleep.

Finch sighed and grabbed two buckets, heading for the public well which happened to be right in front of their 'house'.

She tied the rope and shoved the first bucket down the well, pulling it back up when she thought it was full. Then she did the same with the other bucket. Finch heaved the filled buckets on her thin but strong shoulders and headed back to her house.

She pushed the door open with her back and set down the buckets. 'Sierra! I'm back!' Finch poured the water into a larger tub.

'Sierra?' Finch called looking under the bed. She pushed the bathroom door open. 'Sierra Jade Crossley! Answer me!' Finch was running towards the front door now. She looked around the house hoping for Sierra to just pop out from a bush.

'Sierra!' Finch was scared. Then she heard a scream. It was muffled but still audible if you listened.

Finch followed the noise which lead to an alley.

'Sierra!' Finch's baby sister lay on the ground, curled up in a ball.

Finch untied Sierra's swollen arms and took off the cloth that covered her mouth.

For a moment, both the sisters cried into each other's arms. Finally Finch managed to speak. In a shaking voice she said, 'Who did this?'

'I don't know,' Sierra sniffed making Finch hold her tighter.

'We'll worry about this later. Let's get you cleaned up first.' Finch gave her sister a weak smile.

The next hour was spent cleaning Sierra's wounds with water.

'Sierra?' Finch looked into her sister's blue eyes.

'Yeah?' Sierra stared back at Finch.

'You're going to be fine.' Finch tried to smile.

'Finch. The reaping's tomorrow! I can't spend another reaping hoping that you don't get chosen!'

'Sierra, it's going to be fine! You rest, I'll get you some warm water.'

Finch set up a fire and put a saucepan on it. 'Sierra, can you remember anything? Like at all?' Finch felt like she could kill the person who did this to her sister.

Sierra did not reply. 'Sierra?' The girl turned around holding the saucepan and dropped it when she saw her worst nightmare.

Finch had seen so much death in her life. She'd seen bullets through her parent's hearts and her brother in a pool of blood but this was the worst.

Sierra, her Sierra, lay on the bed, eyes emotionless, a knife through her heart and blood streaming down her shirt.

'SIERRA!' Finch screeched, her stomach weak her head light.

She ran up to the body and took the knife away from Sierra's heart.

'Finch! Fi….' The girl close her eyes.

'Sierra? Sierra…..' She fell to the ground, unable to comprehend what she'd just seen.

That's when she saw the writing on Sierra's hand. She tried to make out the writing.

'Oh daughter of those who do not believe in the Hunger Games,' She continued reading. 'You're next.'