Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)
He picks up the note card, cringing at the touch and reads it to himself and just as he was about to say it to me, he reads it again. He does it a few times then I reach out to snatch it from his grasp. He moves his hand back, leaving me empty handed,
"Fastest fingers in the Panem," he smirks.
"Oh, just show me the note," I stomp as he obliges. I read it, then reread it again and look up as his face, shocked and confused. It read:
Victor's Village
District: 12
Katniss Everdeen
8:30 PM
"This has to be a horrible joke," I only wish that was the punch line.
"I thought it was blown off the map?"
"Only one way to find out," I look at the wall clock, 7:30. Flavius has a outfit already picked out for me. I slipped on the skin tight leather pants and some nude heels along with a white V-Neck. Finnick helped me put on the leather jacket while Octavia quickly curled my hair in long locks. As I kiss Finnick goodbye he gives a concerning look and hands me his rope,
"You'll need this more than me tonight." I wave goodbye to everyone else and bordered the train to District 12…
I sat next to the window and watched the waves curl away. It doesn't feel safe alone, the darkness feels like it can creep on me at any minute if I close my eyes… I take out Finnick's rope and anxiously tie and untie it. I don't know how long it has been but I have been imaging the rope as his fingers and the touch of it is comforting. I feel the train coming to a stop and gather myself to walk off the train. I am use to seeing Effie get off the train at the state house but when I turn I see I have walked by a pile of ruble and bricks, but that is only the beginning. I walk down the familiar path to my home and along the way I see dead bodies and grass. There is no trace of life, just broken remains of what use to be 12. I survey the area while walking to my destination, tying and untying the rope along the way. There is a guillotine set up and many torture stations, I'm shaking and think of Gale. The rope feels like it made of concrete and untying it is not an option. I let my lip quiver and slowly walk past the dissilience.
I am shocked to my sight, everywhere in District 12 is destroyed but Victor's Village look untouched. The grass is green, the plants looks unharmed and the houses look as if they still look capable of providing a home… Snow is truly a cold man. The note never said what house so I walk into Peeta's. It has an empty vibe, almost cold. On the table I see the book Peeta helped draw for me… I notice it is 8:35 and take it with me; leaving just as empty. I could not stand to be in here any more. Still no one is there so I step into my home. It is even emptier and I begin to cry… A lot. Everything is how it was left, Prim's hairbrush on the table, and Mother's food on the counter, Gale's game bag emptied on the floor. My breath feels like it is being extinguished like a flame that has been cut of oxygen. I run upstairs avoiding to look at anything that might trigger my memory and grab my father's jacket, then run back down stuffing it into Gale's game bag along with the book and now Prim's brush. I sling the bag across my back and turn to hear footsteps behind me,
"Sweetheart," a familiar drunken voice calls, "You're late." I turn quickly to see my suspicions were correct, there stood a man holding his bottle of booze giving me a warm, secure smile.
"Haymitch," I sigh while running toward him to be engulfed in a hug. "I thought Snow killed you…"
"No, no. Can't kill what doesn't seem like a threat, sweetie. To him I am just a drunk victor and hey," he says before taking a chug from the bottle, "I am ok with that."
"Haymitch you'll never guess what snow has done to me and Finnick."
"Actually," he affirms, "That is why you're here." My mentor takes another hit from the bottle and speak again but quietly in my ear, "Victor's Village is bugged, he knows you're here. So, for your safety I have to do what I called you for, or else Snow would be suspicious."
"I really don't like where this is going." Haymitch apologizes and reassures me it is just to keep in touch with me but I don't like it. He reaches out for my chest but I slap his hand out of the way, "Don't touch me, Haymitch!"
"Look, I can leave with you after but this is the only way you'd know I was still alive," he whispers in a cracked tone. Haymitch tells me it is not uncommon for Mentors to get attached to their Victors and Snow will think nothing of him existing near me. It all makes sense, but I wish there was another way. He takes my face in his sticky hands and puts his intoxicated, lustful lip onto mine. I pull back and I beg him not to.
"Here," he offers me his bottle, "Drink enough of it and you won't feel a thing." I don't hesitate; I snatch it from his hand and drink as much as I can swallow until everything is blurry and disoriented.
"Hay-Mitch, I ju-st do-not…. Un-der," I cough, "stand you." Ignore my words, I am totally illogical in the most logical way.
"Look who's talking," I groan in displeasure and tell him to just get it over with. He nods feels my chest over my shirt, squeezing it and moaning my name. I take another chug. He pulls out his member giving me a menacing glance which then causes me to take another shot. Just as my vision is successfully blurring into black he grabs my head forcing it to suffocate by his cock. The last thing I hear is him crying out my name, the last thing I feel is the tears falling from my face.