I volunteer - Finnick Odair - Hunger Games

Chapter 1.

 "Annie!" I scream as I watch her on a familiar screen. Gill had just had his head cut off, and Annie was frozen, if she didn't run she would die, but what could I do? I was stuck back in district 4, watching through a screen, helpless.

I watch as the boy wielding the sword sword that had just took off Gill's head walked towards Annie.

"I hope you are ready to die, you're body shouldn't miss your pretty little head too much." The boy teases, but Annie still doesn't move.

I want to jump into the screen, and rip the boy into pieces, kill him slowly, make sure he was hurt and he knew how it felt, I want to hurt this boy, but not just him, I want to hurt the capital, for putting Annie there and through this, I want to kill them, every last one of them. Because if Annie doesn't deserve to win and live, then I know none of them do.

I want to look away but I can't, I feel like I am choking, like I was Gill, and had just lost my head, like if Annie died here, I would be dead myself, and my eyes are glued on the screen as the sword is brought down towards Annie's head......

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I hear a scream as my eyes open. My heart is beating out of my chest and I am soaked in sweat, as my head spins like the old carousel in the square, it is down trod though, and I have only ever seen it run once, 5 years ago when Finnick Odair came back a victor.

This thought helps my mind settle and me realize I am awake, and Annie is very much alive, for now at least.

"Ariel, are you ok?" I hear a deep voice say as my door opens, my dad stood there, still in his pj's and his red hair, one of the traits I got from him, was in a tangled mess on his head.

"Yes, I'm fine, just a nightmare, with the reaping being today and all......." I let my voice drift off and his face warms as he gives me a soft smile.

"I understand, but you'll be ok. You're mother is starting breakfast now, make sure you are ready for the reaping by 2." My father closed the door and with the click I was left to my thoughts.

My legs were tingling as I slowly stood up and attempted to use them, but they felt like they were made out of jello, with thousands of little tacks stuck in it, and nerves still present enough that my brain translates the pain, so, as I tried to walk, I found myself trying to stay on my feet as I walked through the hallway to the bathroom.

Our shower would only dispense cold water most of the time, straight from the sea, not safe to drink, but, was successful in making us smell like the sea even if we hadn't been in it that day, and the sea, is home.

As I step into the shower, I make sure to make it quick, scrubbing off the sweat from the dream and cleaning my hair, but I don't wish to stay in long, I knew if I was even a minute late to the sign in, the peacekeepers would not hesitate to make a example out of me. Shoot me in the head there and then, or whip me until I am barely hanging onto life. All real things that could happen, and all real worries that fly around my head.

The peacekeepers here in 4, let's just say they are not peaceful. If you miss a shift, steal something, so much as look at them the wrong way, you would likely end up with either a beating, or, for worse crimes, shot or hung at the gallows.

That is when my mind turns to the thoughts going through my head during the dream, the rebellious and treasonous thoughts I had at the thought of Annie's death, and what the peacekeepers would do if they ever knew.... but still, I would rather die than live through anything like that again, even if it was just a dream, it was a horrible dream.

A sigh leaves my throat as I turn off the water and step out of the shower, quickly towelling myself dry and throwing on my dress, it is white and makes me seem younger than I am, but I have always had a baby face, at 17 I could pass for 14 if I wanted to, chubby cheeks and only 5 foot 4 in height, if I don't show off what curves I have, I look young, and I only show off those curves when I have to train and work.