Finnick: The End
I know we're not going to make it; not all of us that's for sure. The second those mutts slither into view it hits me that only Katniss needs to survive. She'll make sure that Snow is killed, she'll make sure that Annie can live in a world without that man. The mutts are too strong and I feel sharp claws rip at my thigh before I get the trident through its head. That's when I know I'll be one of the ones that don't make it. I won't be seeing Annie again. Annie. My sweet, confused girl. My trident spears another mutt as anger wells up inside of me. At Snow for what he did to me, to Annie, to all of us. I'm furious at him for the pain and mental torture he is still causing. Sharp teeth rip into my bicep and I try to bring my other arm around to knock it off but before I can move another mutt has it in its deadly grip. I look up and see Katniss looking down at me; her eyes are wild and I can see it in her face that she wants to come back for me but somebody won't let her. Images flash through my head as pain weakens my body. I see District 4; home. I see the sea and the old sailboat I grew up on. I see Mags smiling as she sees the knotted net they clothed me in for the Quarter Quell. I see the beautifully unnatural pink sky of the arena. I see Annie running into my arms; finally. Then I see Annie, beautiful and serene, in her wedding dress as she says I do the smile on her face letting me know that it was real. I focus on that image keeping it fixed in my mind instead of the glistening fangs of the mutt coming towards my neck. I smile and then it's over.