Happy Holidays, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

I feel a shake on my arm as I an forced back into reality, "Finnick?" He shushes me, reassuring it is ok. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I look up at the stage of 23 tributes and stare at the ones I can't save.

One winner.

Just one.

They still have a chance.. Or one does. Maybe the odds are in District 2's favor, I feel like... 12's favor is rather low and it hurts me. I make a straight B-line from this room to the alcohol bar, bottling down as much as I can and fast while tears fill my eyes. Finnick is screaming in the background to put down the goddman liquor but hell with it, I need a fucking drink.

"Katniss you're better than this," he cries.

"No!" I slur out, drinking more, "You are! I am below this... You have your rope..." He takes the drink out of my hand and then shelters me in his chest to as to say sorry or you're right or it isn't your fault. I don't know but he felt bad about something I said.

I ignore the rest of the day, and go through the motions of being auctioned off again for tomorrow with Finnick pretending I am in a normal state.

We get ready in silence, in very underrated clothing. I wore a simple red gown that rested on my shoulders while Finnick was rested in a navy blue silk like toga. We look at eachother as if the words do not need to be spoken, and they don't. No words need to be said. We share the same feeling of hurt.

We exit our prep-room and head to the elevators, our appointment was to the penthouse in our tower to a man named Mr. Carrison but he told us to refer to him as Master Carrison.

The elevator ride is long, I turn to Finnick and see him playing with his ropes under his fingertips, "Don't forget out deal," he says. The deal of us holding eachother up if anything happens... Yea..

"Never," I mumble.

The doors open and we turn our heads to the attention of the tall, colorful man. We walk forward, hand in hand, and kiss him on the cheeks, "Afternoon Master Carrison," Finnick sighs, "What is the pleasure you owe us for our company? Hmm.." Finnick looks toward me as if it was my turn. The man looked confused and brushed my lips near his ear, "Secrets..."

The man laughed and backed away looking for the words to say, "I hear that tough looking boy from 12 made a deal with the President if he wins... Don't know what though."

"Gale?" I lash back

"M-Maybe?"

I sigh and proceed, thanking him in a soft empty voice. I undress just as I hear the TV turn on, it was the Games. I sigh, there's no escape. The man's persona suddenly shifted and he became demanding, "Everdeen, be a good whore and let Mr. Odair and I have a little pleasure," I swallow hard recalling the time Finnick pulled my hair and made me cry.

I step forward and am pushed onto the bed- By Finnick- and brace myself for what is ahead. I am sandwiched between this flamboyant yet dangerous man and Finnick, I turn to look at him in the eyes, "What's the matter kitten? Cat's got your tongue?"

His acting is scary and I try very hard to understand he is just acting. I feel a grasp on my hands, pinning them above my head seeing Finnick with a large devilish smirk, "After you, sir."

The man wasted no time and dug into my skin causing me to flinch. He began to claw down my back viciously as he stuffed himself into my throbbing spot, I let out a whimper of defeat as he bangs harshly into me while cutting out pices of my back with his nails. I shut it out and let myself sigh, "Finnick.." The man suddenly pulled out yelling at Finn to open my mouth. I fought it,

"Open your mouth, fucking slut."

I open it half stunned, "Whore...Not slut."

He smirks.

To my surprise, the man stopped looking satisfied as he emptied himself into me. He then got up and I could hear the hitting of liquid in a glass. Just as Finnick was purring near my neck, I turn toward the man, "Can you spare a glass?" Finnick turned me angrily,

"What would Haymitch say?" he yelped

"Have some more, sweetheart," I mumbled. Finnick then barred his teeth and angerly looked at me in the eyes,

"Don't give it to her!" He then tightened his grasp on me harshly and I fought him a bit.

"Finnick, let go.." Suddenly, the tv made a horrific sound. We immediately reacted to it by dropping the fight and sex to be face to face with the tv screen.

An ear shattering scream of a girl pierced our ears and then a canon went of.

Hope you all enjoyed... Actually, I need a little help. PM or comment really... Should I try and make this flow into Mockingjay or just create a new ending entirely? The new ending will allow me to write a lot longer but... oh, Decisions.