Deanies's POV #6
I'm standing by myself waiting at the chariot when Smuil comes up to me. "I'm sorr-" I begin to talk but he puts up his hand.
"No I'm sorry Deanie," He grabs my shoulders sympathetically. "This whole week isn't about me its about you and the other tributes." He shakes his head. "I was just being bossy. You are allowed to do whatever you want." I look away from him.
"Except live my life." He looks up at me and shakes his head.
"Anyways." He claps his hands together. "To tie your whole outfit together I thought you and Brody should have this." He walks over beside the chariot and lifts up two tridents. I look at him and thankfully take the trident from his offering hand. I look up at him.
"Thank you." I give him a side hug and he walks away. I look down at the trident and think of my home. At least if I die in the games, nothing will be needing me or miss me. A laugh booms to my right and see Finnick talking with a few other mentors. The only one I would let down is Finnick. My eyes sting from the tears I'm holding back. I turn my head and begin to lean on the bottom part of the trident and look at the wall. I hear footsteps beside me and turn to see Brody walking towards me.
"So D," He leans against the chariot. "How about we team up and be the caree-" I look at him sternly.
"I think you would find yourself hurt." I stop leaning on my trident and bring it to my side. "Or worse." My hair flips to the side as I leave him at the chariot. I walk towards Finnick and all the other mentors leave.
"Did Brody try to get you to join the career pack yet?" Finnick gives me a little smile then leans his arm on my shoulder.
"How do you know if I accepted it or not?" I ask him with a questionable face. He laughs a little.
"Your not a career darling. Me and you both know that." I laugh and try to defend myself. "Not that your not strong." He puts up his hands. "Hell your the strongest chick I know." His laugh goes away. "Being a career is a dirty job. Your not a bad person D." I look up at him and give him a hug.
"You don't need to worry about me Finnick." He opens his mouth to speak but an announcement cuts him short.
"Tributes in their chariots." I look at Finnick and grab his hand. My grasp weakens as I walk away.
"I'll be waiting." He yells at me as I climb the chariot with my trident beside me. Finnick exits a door and I stand to the right side of the blue and gold chariot as Brody climbs beside me on left with his trident in his hand.
"So they fixed your face?" I look over at him and he smiles.
"Yes they had to stitch my nose." I shake my head.
"No they gave you make up." I turn my head straight and hold on to my trident."You look better when your real face is hidden anyways." I want to see the hate in his eyes but I can't because the huge gates are opened and district one's chariot is already out of the gate along with 2,3, and soon us.
Our golden horse gallops out from the shadows and into the light of the crowd. I look around and see all the people in their seats way above the ground. They are all chanting our names I lock eyes with a couple and feel their heat. They love us all for some reason. I don't smile at these people, I only look at them in bewilderment. Even though I show I don't care about them, they still throw flowers my way. I look at a blue rose that lands on my foot and leave it there. The prick from the thorn lets me know that I can feel pain. The flower blows away and I look behind me and see that it is in rhythm with my net for just a second before it is gone. I look at the road and other tributes in front of me and see flowers upon other flowers covering our path. The chariots stomp over them no problem. Careless.
I look over at Brody and see a smile planted on his face and his hand is waving at everyone. He could care less about the people. Well to be fair, they could care less about him too. They just want to see death. I look away from him and keep my eyes forward. We aren't that far away from President Snow now. I look up at the podium from a distance and see his old body stand and lean against the solid steal podium. All the chariots are brought to the center formed into a semi circle around the President.
"Welcome." He looks into the crowd. "Citizens and Tributes." He then looks down at us. I look away from him and into the crowd of people. "Happy Hunger Games and May the odds be ever in your favor." I start to loose interest in him and close my mind of all thoughts. Its always the same rubbish every year anyways. He talks about the past uprising and why we have these games. Basically its a recap of the reaping. I don't really care about the past anyways, because I wasn't in it. I'm here now and I'm going to live for me and no one else.
After he is done explaining our chariots and horses gallop to another gate that is just under the podium. Once we stop Finnick takes the trident from Brody then tries to take it out of my hands. I hesitate for a moment.
"Don't worry D." I look over at Brody. "I'll let you have the trident to start in the game." He laughs. "Once your dead it will be mine." I run and scream towards Brody with my trident ready to throw. Finnick grabs me by the stomach and pushes me back. He rips the trident out of my hand and roughly hands it to Smuil. Brody walks closer to me and Finnick. "Oh look you have a body guard." I see Finnick ball his hands into a fist before I can say anything he has Brody by the collar and brings his fist in contact with his stomach. Brody falls to the ground holding his stomach. Finnick grabs me by the arms and takes me to the elevator. We ride up in silence.
The elevator door dings open and Finnick walks in. He's angry. I'm angry too. He could get in trouble for what just happened.
"Why did you do that?" I yell at him. "You can get in trouble for that." He turns around and looks at me.
"Let them get me in trouble." He stands in the center of the dinning room. "I'm not going to have you being bullied like that." I feel the heat of his eyes on me.
"Well you can't be protecting me in the games so stop it." I cross my arms over my chest. He doesn't say anything for a moment.
"You are strong you don't need me to protect you." He grabs my shoulders and holds me in front of him. "You are the winner already Deanie." I smack his hands away.
"Whats the point of winning Finnick?" I move my ear towards him looking for a response but get none. "Huh? Nothing that's right." I turn around and walk towards my room and yell down the hall. "I'll be living in fear." I slam the door and sit on the floor blocking the door. The day of the reaping I didn't think I had to win for anyone, that no one will miss me. I was wrong. I have Finnick and without him I would have not have a will to survive. I lay my head on my knees and begin to cry.