More exciting stuff for you readerz! Won't be as long of a chapter as the last one, but still good! Keep in mind some time has passed since the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games (though sometimes I wish I did)
Finn POV
I don't know how long I've been here. I can't tell if it's day or night. I'm always hungry, tired and I feel weak. But I won't admit that to anyone.
The screaming never stops. But you learn to live with it. Sometimes it's Peyton, sometimes Techna, sometimes Jane though she tries to hold it in. Sometimes it's the others, sometimes it's even me. A few of them have given up it seems. If there were any others I'm sure they're dead. I haven't heard any unfamiliar screams other than our own. Cynthia doesn't talk anymore, I worry if it's by choice or not. I do know that she's still alive though with her occasional shift in her cell. Techna doesn't have much longer. She told Aragon not that long ago when they were torturing Jane that she has nothing to go back to. Beetee her dad, died a week or two ago. Or at least that's what she was told, but she believed it. She told him that he was on his death bed for a month already. She told him that she'd given up. That she'd been here for at least five months. Aragon asked how she knew. She reminded him that girls have monthly reminders making it easier to keep track of time. But they've been weaker and less reliable because of mal-nutrition. I asked Jane a few days (I'm guessing) ago how many she's had since we've been here.
"Three." She said.
Three months then. It feels like years, and at the same time, only days. That means I missed Katrina's 21st birthday. We could get officially married now.
They haven't taken me into the torture room as much as the others and I've often questioned why, but never out loud. Jane never leaves her cell making her screams much louder. They just fill it with water, then send an electric current through the room. Not strong enough to kill, but strong enough to wound. Sometimes she screams, sometimes she cries, but most of the time she refuses to make any noise.
Peyton hasn't said a word since we've been here. Not one word. We've tried talking to him, but the most we get is a groan. Jane has tried the hardest to talk to him, risking punishment to get him to say one word. She loves him. Like I love Katrina. I sometimes wonder what she's doing. If she's okay. I guess that's what I'm fighting for. A chance to see her bright blue eyes again. To hold her and inhale her sugary pine smell. To feel her heart beat against mine. I hope she's not worrying about me too much.
"Finn?" I hear Jane ask quietly. She sounds tired. Overworked, bent, but not broken.
"Yea?"
"What do you think they're doing at home?" I can hear the sadness in her voice. But ever the survivor like her mom, she tries to hide it.
"I think they're out looking for us." I say hopeful.
Jane snorts. "Yea right." She pauses. "Finn it's been at least three months. They've given up by now."
"Jane-" I protest.
"No Finn. Don't 'Jane' me. Think about it. It's been a quarter of a year. Life goes on. They're probably trying to live their lives as best they can and trying to forget us." She's holding it back. All her emotion, she's becoming a wall.
"Jane listen to me."
"Don't try to make it better Finn. It can't always be fixed."
"JANE LISTEN TO ME!" I yell. Everything goes silent. I'm risking trouble, but I don't care. "If your parents were missing, or even one of us, or your kids if you had any, would you give up?"
She pauses. "I'm just trying to be realistic."
"You're expecting the worst so you don't get your hopes up and crushed. If we want to get out of here, we have to stay positive."
"You think we're getting out of here?" She asks angrily.
"Our moms did, didn't they?"
"They had a team break them out. They knew where they were. No one knows where we are! So you might as well forget everyone back home."
"I don't want to forget." I say. "I can't forget my parents, Maggie, everyone. I can't, and I refuse to forget Katrina!" I yell.
"Well isn't that sweet?" A voice that all of us here hate says. "Finn, we would like to talk to you." Corisa says icily. She opens my cell and the light blinds me.
There she stands as evil as ever. Small frame with curled blonde hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, wearing a small dark blue dress and heels. She could be going out in that kind of outfit, and yet, here she stands waiting to take me to the bad room. I stand up and wait for Emmett to come and cuff me, but he doesn't come. She wiggles her finger at me motioning for me to follow her. Her smile is unnerving. But I follow. I've lost some muscle since I've been here so I'm not in the mood to take on her counterpart if he's waiting for me to slip up. We walk down the cement hall lit by small ceiling lights that make me think we're underground. Corisa walks gracefully through the turns and twists in her heels shaking her ass suggestively. Katrina wouldn't shake her ass like that. Not unless she was dancing, hopefully against me. I smile at the thought. No, Katrina would walk normally, like she's got nothing to prove.
We come to the door to the bad room, but Corisa keeps walking. I stand there in front of the door and clear my throat. Corisa stops. Turns her head toward me, sees my questioning face and laughs. "Not today Finn. This way." And she keeps walking. She irritates me.
"If not here, than where?" I ask following her.
She doesn't miss a beat. "You'll see." She leads me down another hallway and actually up a flight of stairs. There's an instant difference. There's purple carpet covering the floor, the walls are a deep red with gold trimming and small abstract paintings line the walls. A crystal chandelier is what completes the circle. The door Corisa stops at has a platinum door knob.
"The Capitol?" I ask.
Corisa smiles to herself. "Where else?" She opens the door slowly and walks inside beckoning me to follow. I do.
I smell food. Lots of it. I must be some kind of dog because I sniff out the rich seafood buffet in the corner of the room almost immediately.
"You like that?" She breathes onto my neck. It sends ice pricks down my spine. "You can have it. All of it." Her hands rub up and down my arms. I fight the urge to run. If I do, she could hurt Katrina. I can't let that happen.
"If I do this," I pause turning to face her, "Katrina stays safe?"
Corisa smiles like a cat telling a mouse she won't eat it. "Yes Finnick." She purrs. I shudder. The way she says my name, the way she flitters around me, it's all wrong.
"How do I know for sure?"
"Would I lie to you Finn?"
Yes. Yes she would. I don't doubt it for a second. "I don't know. Would you?"
She steps back, her smile disappearing. Her eyes turned cold. "You don't trust me." No shit.
"Well your track record isn't all that great." Wait! No, don't make her angry! "Even if your body is." I add with a cocky smile… wait… where did that come from? She shifts suddenly confused. Dad always told me I inherited his charm. Apparently when he was my age he could get any girl in bed with a smile, not that he was proud of it. So I continue. "I mean, your fit, very nice curves," I force my eyes down to her hips and consciously like my lips to try to show her that I'll cooperate. "Lean legs, smooth skin, golden hair and ocean eyes." Though I prefer Katrina's deep diamond eyes that sparkle when she smiles. "And," oh god "very well shaped breasts." I want to vomit.
Corisa blushes before she can stop herself. I'm on the right track at least. I move over to her and play with a strand of her hair blowing onto her neck. She shivers. I want to punch myself for doing this. When I said I'd do anything for Katrina, I meant it, but I had hoped she wouldn't make me do this. When my lips connect with her neck and I suck, the taste is all wrong. She tastes of perfumes that make me want to gag, where Katrina tastes like fresh air morning air, sugary, salty like her dad's bakery. I try to imagine Katrina's moan when Corisa lets one go. Try to imagine Katrina's body when she puts my hands on her. Try to imagine Katrina's eyes when she turns to face me. Try to imagine Katrina's chocolate soft hair instead of the blonde mop I run my fingers through. Corisa thinks I'm lost in the moment the way she is. Corisa thinks I'm moaning out of pleasure instead of discomfort. Corisa thinks that when my lips meet hers, I savor the taste, that when I look down at her body I feel lust. I try to imagine Katrina's body when I shed her of her dress. I want to run so bad. Why couldn't I just kill this bitch right now? She couldn't see it coming. I'd be home free. Then I could get the others and all I would have as a challenge would be Damon. He's more muscle than brain anyway. Corisa pulls my shirt over my head, and runs her pale fingers down my body.
"Finnick." She purrs. She moves my hands down to her breasts, and throws her head back. My brain is yelling gross! Eww! No No NO! But my heart looks to Katrina, I don't know if she really is in any danger, but I don't want to risk it.
Heat pools in my stomach not from this lustful act, but from rage. I've felt it only once before. An overwhelming anger that I can't control. It was when I was still a teenager, still in school. Katrina and I were starting to become friendlier, and testing the waters. When a boy started hitting on her and she started watching him. I thought she liked him. I became angry. I didn't know how possessive I could get. Then I saw her in the hallway with him, he was leaning over her pushing her into a corner. He smiled like he found a meal after fasting, and she smiled like she made a friend. Different signals. He mistook hers and went in for her lips. She stopped him questioning him. He pursued her by shoving her into the wall. My whole body heated up and my head hurt. I marched toward the little punk, grabbed his collar and yanked him into the air tossing him to the side. Katrina looked at me shocked. I asked if she was okay. She nodded her head. But the punk wanted more. He grabbed my shoulder looking to punch me but he had forgotten that I was the son of two victors. Easily ducking his shot I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall.
"How does it feel?" I taunted. "Do you like being pushed against a wall against your will?"
He shook his head furiously. I just laughed.
"Finn!" Katrina yelled. I looked down on her disapproving and slightly worried face. "Let go of him!"
"He cornered you. I saw the whole thing Katrina. He should know what it feels like to have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run and hide." It felt good to be this in control. My hand clenched a little more around his throat.
"Finn." She grabbed my shoulder. Looking into my eyes. "Stop." It was demanding but innocent.
Her blue eyes seemed to wash over me and calm me down that day. I let go of him and he ran off. Katrina drilled it into my brain from then on that violence was never the answer. But in a moment like this, her words of wisdom would have to wait.
I'm pulled down to the bed with her under me. She moans more and more. Should I take the chance? My hand creeps up to cup her face, my other hand on her breast. Her eyes flutter closed. The muscle I had left tensed.
NOW! I move both my hands to her neck and squeeze with no intention of letting go. Her eyes fly open as she stares at me. Not able to make a sound. Not able to move. Her nails dig into whatever skin they can find on me. But I don't care. Right now, it is all about her never breathing again. Not. One. Breath.
Something happened then. Something I didn't expect. Her eyes shut as her face turned slightly white, and tears started falling from the corners. She was smiling.
Then her body went limp, and her lungs exhaled. I kept my hands clenched around her throat. My arms ever so slightly went limp too. I did it. I silenced Corisa. I just killed her… I just became my father, through and through. Something he never wanted.
I sat there in a daze. I don't know how long for. Seconds, hours, maybe days. All my appetite was gone. All I could think about was what just happened. How would I tell Katrina? Dad? They would be upset for sure. I look back at Corisa lying cold on the bed. Her face now etched into my memory for good. I shut my eyes tight. But her face is still there. I can hear her laughing at me. Get out of my head! I clamp my hands over my ears and push hard against my head hoping for some relief. None comes, but I don't stop.
I feel tears staining my cheeks. Rocking slightly back and forth with my hands pressed against my ears. Corisa is still haunting me. Her laugh and voice filling my head so much, that I almost miss the sound of multiple footsteps running down the hall with doors being burst open and military orders being barked. When the door to the room I'm in opens, a peacekeeper stands there with a weapon in hand. He shouts something to a few others. I don't move. I just see him there. He sees me. He walks over to me.
"Finnick Jr.?" I just look him. He nods and turns around. "In here!" He yells down the hall."
Two more soldiers come in and they pry my hands from my ears. They put me on a stretcher and start carrying me out. "How many in the cells?" I hear one of the females ask.
"Five. This one makes six." The male responds.
"And the boy Emmett?"
"Shot and killed."
"Were the other five identified as the missing kids?"
"Yes," he pauses "but two of the five were found dead."
…what…?
Ahhhh cliff hangers. Gotta love them. Which two do you think it is? I'm not against killing main characters by the way….Please review and let me know your guess and or theories! I love reading them. Hahahahaha