I'm Yours, You're Mine

by District4-divergent-nephilim

She is a victor. she fought hard for her freedom in the arena, but like so many others, the Capitol made her pay the consequences. She is Victoria Shores, victor of the 61st Hunger Games, and this is her story. BTW, everything is pushed back ten years, so Finnick won the 55th, etc. Katniss/Peeta still win the 74th, though. Rated T because people die violently in the arena. (Duh)

22. Chapter 22

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

I awake suddenly to find my eyes mirrored by someone hovering above me. I scream and kick out, narrowly missing Finnick's stomach. He dodges out of the way. "YOU! YOU DISGUSTING, LYING, CHEATING… YOU'RE SO HORRIBLE I DON'T EVEN NO WHAT TO CALL YOU, FINNICK ODAIR!" I scream as I struggle to break out of the straps keeping me on the bed.

"Yeah, I get that a lot, mostly from Annie. I'm used to it," he says glumly. "Funny, I was under the impression that she likes you and you like her," I say testily. He pales. "No, she most definitely does not like me at all. I don't like her, either," he says a little too quickly, shaking his head. Then he sighs, undoing the straps. "Thanks for unstrapping me," I say. Then I slap him across the face. He holds his face and starts whimpering.

"Stop being a retard. You won't get any sympathy from me, FiFi," I say, grinning evilly. "Whatever you say, princess," he says, "By the way, I told them to not surgically correct the scar from that knife on your face. Thought you'd want to keep it." I smile and nod, glad that someone in this hellhole they call the Capitol understands me.

"Are there cameras in here?" I whisper. He nods slightly. "Oh, princess, I think you need fresh air. I'll take you to the roof," he says loudly. Once, up there, I tell him about my dream. "Don't do it. It's not worth it. I tried after my games, and Mags caught me." I blink in surprise.

"I'm sorry for lying to you about Marlin." "Yeah, I feel like punching you for that." "Please don't. You punch too hard for your own good." We sit in silence for a few minutes. "Well, I'm going downstairs to eat something. I'm famished," I finally say. We ride the elevator back to Level 4.

When I step out, I am tackled by Leona, who is squealing is so high-pitched that I can't understand a word she's saying. I just smile and nod until she stops jumping up and down. She escorts me to the dinner table, where Liza hugs me and congratulates me.

An avox puts a plate of grilled fish in front of me. Finnick immediately pushes it out of the way and hands me a bowl of that raspberry soup instead. I give him a grateful look. Fish would just make me homesick.

After a while, Liza pulls me into my old room and shows me my dress. It's navy blue, and down to my knees. When I put it on, it's almost glowing with heat. "It gets really cold on stage, so the dress heats up. All you have to do is dress the button on the bottom ruffle to control the temperature," Liza explains.

I feel my stomach. Liza explains that there's extra padding to make I look like I was before the games. I look into the mirror. My cheekbones are too prominent, and my cheeks are hollowed. I look awful. Plus, the shoulder that Oliver stabbed through hurts worse than hell.

My prep team does my makeup. Same thing as for the interview, but now the eye shadow is dark blue. I ask when I will go back to District 4. She says tomorrow. I growl, I want to go home now. I am jittery with anticipation at my coming wedding.

"Your interview is in half an hour. What do you want to do until then?" Liza asks. "Um, can I go eat some more? I'm still so hungry." "That's fine."