One Last Word, chapter 2
A/N: Thanks to The Peacekeepers Daughter for reviewing! I might as well update, since I am bored out of my mind!
This'll be from the tributes of the 74th Annual Hunger Games. No Quarter Quell victors yet, sorry.
Dear Marvel,
I never got to tell you this, but I had observed you the entire time during these Games. I knew you were dangerous, but not as much as Cato or Clove. You were more…emotionally hurt. You had had your heart hurt too many times.
I still can't believe I gave you the idea to trap that little girl. I regret it so much. But I needed a tool to do my work, because you, as a Career, had all the materials I needed. I needed tributes dead, but I didn't have the tools. Then that night, everything changed. I wasn't careful.
Our meeting wasn't coincidental. You nearly killed me. In the end, it was my own plot that got you killed. I suggested the net, as she moved like a bird. You had questioned why you should believe me. I said it was the only chance you had, before disappearing into the shadows.
Rue was killed, and you were too. When I took my life with those berries, I knew I'd have to apologize and face you when I died, but it was worth it. We're sort of alike, once you think about it. Underestimated, when we hold so much more. I'm intelligent. And you're unforgiving. Maybe that's why we didn't win. We couldn't forgive those who have done us wrong. I can't think of anything else to write anymore, Marvel, so please don't murder me when you get this.
Oh, and Marvel? I do believe I was a little bit in love with you.
From,
Finch.