Extra Info: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)

He leaves swiftly leaving an awkward space between him and us, no not awkward. Menacing.

"I can't believe him, how could he just-" I mumble in defeat.

"Because his words are absolute." we stand there silently in the dinning hall, half dazed but still in the trance of Mr. Snow. I want to scream again so everyone hears but I hold my tongue and just kick the elegant chair beside me.

"We better get going," Finnick Charmingly sighs, grabbing my hand to pull me along. We exit the impressive marble house of fear and roses, walking down the cobble stone lane to the train station. Faces of Capitol scum become breathless as we pass them, Finnick is sending a bewitching smirk and wink to citizens who swoon to us. I make notice and do the same, the people that get a glimpse of us are ecstatic; nearly falling over their own heels in the attention of us.
We near a brick station housing the train that will take us to another hell.

"There you are sweetheart," a familiar voice calls. I smile and see his warm, aged face smiling back at me. He was leaning against the side of the train, I assume he was waiting for our arrival. He flicks his head to the left, towards the door, and walks inside.
I let go of Finn's hand to walk myself on the train and follow Haymitch down the corridor of the train until he opens a paneled door and steps in. It's a small section, two couches resting from the wall and a table in the middle. On the opposite side of the door holds a window to look out the train. I sit on the opposite side of Haymitch while Finnick shuts the door and sits next to me.
In the center of the table lies the replica fancy index card, to show us our own fate. Finnick picks it up with a twist of the wrist,

"Arrival in District 2: Monday: Finnick Odair... Two in the afternoon, St. Bennark. Tuesday: Haymitch Abernathy and Finnick Odair 3:30, market. Katniss Everdeen 3:00, Silverlight Bar. Day three: Send in reports. The report should contain worthy candidates for the next Games. credcials include: Rebel or Capitol favored, low class, and is able to live with the help of putting their name in for the reaping. By the afternoon, you should be headed back to the train."
We all let out a sigh, I feel like a fake, a secret police. A lie like a peacekeeper. Peacekeepers are hired by the Capitol by choice, but it's not like we have a choice. We don't have a choice. We are the worst kind of whores. Capitol whores. Class A, Capitol property. I let out another droned sigh.

"How have you two been?" Haymitch says with a swig of alcohol dripping down his throat.

"Same as always," Finnick says rather coldly. For the first time I realized I wanted to drink my worries away and gestured Haymitch to pass the booze.
Finnick turns his head and stops the glass from reaching me,

"You're better than this."

Haymitch looks at me enticingly like he knew how I felt and pulled the glass back from my grasp,

"I just don't wanna date a drunk." I don't drink that much, it's just a thing I enjoy. It makes me feel better. Happier, more likely to be content with this life. I could really just use a drink.

"I'm not like that,"

"Not yet." Haymitch gives Finnick a sly look and throws a piece of rope. The light in Finnick's eyes sparkle and he catches it with his fingertips. He makes a kitty face and begins to twist the rope in his hands. I watch him tie knots in the rope until I notice his eyes start to flutter shut until he drops the rope on his lap.
I look up to Haymitch, wondering how long I have been watching his fingers. Haymitch slides the glass back to me,

"It's only one glass." I silently grab it and put the frosted glass to my lips. I take a sip of the bitter liquid and start to feel again,

"Thanks."

"Anytime sweetheart." I breathe a bit more lightly and start conversation,

"So... You and Finnick." "It's jut work, sweetheart, do I suspect a pang of jealousy?" he laughs.

"No," I take another sip, "How did you start.. working?"

"Since I won the Games, I told you."

"I was hungover, enlighten me." I smirk while finishing off his glass.

"I won the Games and was looked at as desirable," he takes a small gulp from his flask,

"I was something like Finnick: Charming and alluring, except I was mysterious. Another difference was I avoided crowds, people found it alluring. I kept to myself and when I won the Games, everyone wanted a piece of the winner they were swooning over. I paid a little attention to them until I was ordered by Snow. Once he ordered me I took it as a bluff and went on living, until he killed my family. Then I realized how bad it was to win and I whored myself to save the love of my life. Along with coaching tributes, I had nothing but her left. I started drinking around that time to ease the pain. After a dozen tributes died over the years I finally got fed up with Snow's manipulative ways. I told him I was done," he took a another huge sip of the liquid to hide his grief.

"He asked if I wanted to fix what I said, I repplied bluntly with a fuck no, he killed the love of my life in the Games, making me dependent on the alcohol. I watched my own tribute, the girl I love, die infront of my eyes. I drank more often after that... It kept me sane, I don't know why I was alive but surviving the Games was only the start of it. I knew if I gave up, Snow would win. There was many times I wanted to die and give up but I knew she wouldn't want that. Anyways, Inbetween all this Finnick won the Games and we were a prize to have together. He was desirable, I was desirable.. It became regular for us to have appointments intertwined, damn Capitol scum. I was on the final verge of life when I met you in the Hunger Games. I was so sick of whoring myself for a chance to keep living. Then I saw the flame at the end of the tunnel. When you showed me how valuable life was and you were able to live through it with the person you love... I didn't have the heart to leave this world, Peeta, you, and Finnick were all I had. I knew you three cared about me, I couldn't just leave. I recall how I gave up on my love and how that ended up... I killed her. I killed my family and the people I love because I did not want to listen to Snow, I wanted ot give up. I cant give up like that again. Instead of leaving I put on my game face and drink a little more. It tends to numb the guilt of living.. Snow has to suspect my weakness is in my tributes so I do what he says. I can't jeopardize anyone else I love. Not anymore. That's why I work for Snow."
We sit in silence for a few moments while I put all the information in my head.

I am Katniss Everdeen.

I survived the Hunger Games. Twice.

I have nothing but Finnick and Haymitch.

I am the Capitol's toy.

I am President Snow's property.

I am loved.

"Love you too Haymitch."

He let's out a long sigh, "God I could use some more whisky."
I look up and bite my tongue, this was the second time I saw Hatmitch cry.