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"You could have let me take that. It was on a portable plate," I say when the elevator doors close. "It's the morphling that's making you hungry. And that plate was made of glass, it wasn't portable," Finnick says matter-of-factly. I cross my arms and growl. "Hey, back off, princess. You wouldn't want to get any blood on your little dress, would you?" I try not to laugh, but the smile shows through anyway.
At Caesar's cue, I walk out on stage. Hundreds of people scream my name. I don't know why they're so excited, this happens every year. He introduces me (yeah, like anybody doesn't know who I am) and then the lights dim so we can watch the film of the games.
They start with my speech at the reaping. After that I see Finnick and Marlin running down the hallway of the Justice Building. I furrow my brow. Victors aren't allowed to go into the goodbyes. The Capitol thinks they might try to get in some extra planning.
Finnick accidentally knocks a vase on the table as he picks up another. The peacekeeper guarding my door calls for reinforcements, but Finnick breaks the second vase over his head. The peacekeeper falls. Marlin enters my room, and Finnick closes the door and walks away whistling.
I glance offstage at him. He wiggles his eyebrows and grins. I can't help but smile back. I guess I owe Finnick more than I give him credit for. They show the chariot parade, them me throwing tridents and axes in training, then me in my interview dress.
The countdown comes next. Then me swimming to the island and tossing weapons to the others. Me slaughtering those innocent children comes next. I force myself to smile, because I'm the one who played the strong career card, while making my dress go down forty degrees. I'm sweating badly, and I feel like crying.
The rest of the film focuses on the deaths and the parachutes. Also, Maddie, Anna, and I's conversation. They spend ten minutes on River's death scene. The tears are welling up in my eyes. Thank god it's dark.
I use my hand to wipe my face carefully, so that my makeup doesn't smear. It ends with me passing out. What a great ending, I think as I roll my eyes. The lights flicker on, and Caesar starts asking me questions. After all, the crowning is in fifteen minutes.
"Do you have any shoes on, miss?" "No." "So tell me, you said your hobby's going to be singing?" "Yes." It's almost painful to talk after seeing that video, so I try to make my answers as short as possible. Also, my stomach is somersaulting, and I feel nauseous.
"Do you know when your wedding will be?" "Maybe in a few weeks." "Will it be televised?" "Duh." Caesar raises his eyebrows, taken aback by rudeness, but he recovers quickly. "Okay, let's look at the official placing, shall we?" Caesar asks. The placing shows up on the screen. The ones I killed are bolded.
24th- Abe Velveti, District 8
23rd- Elasha Electra, District 5
22nd- Sydney Cole, District 12
21st- Jacqueline Birch, District 7
20th- Tio Fuelor, District 6
19th- Savanah Tulipa, District 11
18th- Camillo Barnes, District 10
17th- Carson Bell, District 5
16th- Vivian Silk, District 8
15th- Emil Protons, District 3
14th- Brandon Oaks, District 7
13th- Cato Templin, District 12
12th- Elliot Rye, District 11
11th- Sophie Motors, District 6
10th- Wheat Whalder, Distract 9
9th- Alistair Gleam, District 1
8th- Caroline Plasmi, District 3
7th- Anna Sevine, District 2
6th- Madeline Emeralds, District 1
5th- Sarah Barley, District 9
4th- Katherine Bucket, District 10
3rd- River Trinana, District 4
2nd- Oliver Quarry, District 2
I can't believe how many people I've killed. "So, seven kills. Quite an impressive number. That's almost a third of the playing field," Caesar says proudly. "I know," I choke out. I clench my hands into fist to keep from crying. My blood runs cold with shame and regret. How am I going to face all those families on the victory tour?
Caesar announces the crowning, and I stand up like I'm supposed to. President Snow walks onto the stage, followed by a girl carrying a crown made of pearls and opals on a velvet pillow. From District 1 and 8, I think bitterly.
Snow picks it up and places it on my head with his gloved hands. He stares into my eyes and congratulates me on my victory. I try not to gag on the smell of roses as I shake his hand. He clips something onto my necklace and walk away. It's a rose charm.
I walk of the stage and immediately collapse into Finnick's arms. Someone snatches the crown off my head. "Ugh, why do I feel so bad?" I ask him groggily. He doesn't even flinch when I throw up my dinner up all over him."I bet someone poisoned the food you ate earlier," he says as we get on the elevator.
"But who would want to poison her? She's the newest victor!" Leona says nosily, coming up beside me. "Districts 2, 5, 8, 9, 10, 11," I choke out. "She killed one or more of those districts' tributes during the games," FiFi tells Leona when she looks confused. "Oh," is all she says.
Finnick carries me to my room when we get to Level 4, and tucks me into bed. "Well, goodnight. Sweet dreams, princess!" he says before closing the door, leaving me in complete and utter darkness. The entire night, I am tormented by those I have killed, but I'm just too tired to wake up.