Finneck's eyes filled with fear and the rope tightened around his throat. A muffled gag fell out of his mouth as he attempted to use his hands to loosen Cooper's grip. Resulting in Cooper pushing them to one side and sitting on the flailing arms.
President Snows eyes delighted at the sight as they sparkled with excitement. My expression couldn't be any further from him I guessed.
Reluctantly my eyes were squinting in angst, not wanting to witness yet another friends death.
The final boom sounded so I quickly covered my eyes with horror.
I'd never know how Finnick killed Cooper, and I'd never ask. Witnessing kill the other girl so early into the game was enough to cloud my innocent image of him.
The room fell silent as they processed the events that had just unfolded before a huge whoop and roar arose as the audience jumped up with delight.
This year had been a 'good' round as they would say, but I wouldn't. I'd describe it as more horrific then anything I had ever experienced before. There was no delight in having to watch any year of the games.
'Well, until next year!' President Snow shouted over the triumph as he tucked into an even bigger feast than usual.
His eyes watched cautiously over his daughter wandering constantly what her next move would be. But the young girl opted to stay silent for the majority of that evening, whilst the huge party commenced I sat in a corner beside the chocolate fountain. When I'd start to feel up to it my small hands would claw at a marshmallow and drench it in gooey chocolate goodness.
'Alia come on, time for bed honey.' Ava's soft voice approached me from behind as she began to guid me out of the full hall.
'Oh good. I thought the night would never end.'
I wouldn't describe myself as a socialite like how President Snow is. I'd rather be tucked up in my bedroom living in the company of my own head, daydreaming the days away.
'You're to be up at 7am tomorrow morning, ready for victory day. Sweet dreams Ali.' Ava kissed my forehead goodnight and left me alone in the darkness of the day.
Victory day was the celebration after the games, a day revolving all around the victor. They go on multiple tours of the districts, almost shoving it in their face that their loved ones had died in order
for that victor to win. Victory day was only a celebration for the victor and the capital, for the rest of the population it was a day of mourning and misery.
The morning was spent with dozens of adults rushing around The Snow's trying to get them perfect and pristine ready for the celebratory day.
'I don't like this dress.' glancing at the reflection in the mirror, the poofy pink dress stared right back. It was sitting uncomfortably on my petite shoulders.
'It's not about what you like, it's about what looks good dear girl.' This stylist wasn't my usual team and I could feel my face turning upwards in disgust as he spoke to me like an incompetent child.
'Well in that case it's lacking both of those elements.' Another mans sassy voice arose from the crowd. Coming into view the voice could be recognised as Cinna, he was another one of the Capital's many stylists.
Reaching his delicate fingers down to the hem of the dressed he expertly tugged and pulled on the skirt, snipping away excess fabric with ease. Once his mastery was finished the dress was completely transformed.
The poofy skirt of the dress now sat elegantly my fair legs.
'Thanks.' I acknowledged the much kinder man as it was now my turn to disregard the rude gentleman and his awful fashion choices.
'The red bracelet doesn't go with that dress, take it off.' Stefanio, the disrespectful stylist, held out his desperate hands.
'She's keeping that on. And please, remember who you're speaking to next time. This is Alia Snow, the presidents daughter and not one of your tributes that you're dollying up.' The motherly voice approached from behind filling Alia with comfort.
Ava knew that she would never remove her mother's bracelet and so defended her honour.
It was a shock to the system when I finally casted my eyes upon Finnick again live and in the flesh. The games seemed to have physically aged him, he looked a couple of years older than his teenage self.
'Hey A!' Pulling me into a huge embrace, Finnick breathed in the scent of the apple shampoo that clouded my locks. He wasn't wanting to let go but he knew he had to.
Cheers and whoops surrounded the crowd as they watched the public display of affection. They were rooting for a childhood sweethearts type of story. My father looked less than impressed like usual as he scowled at his daughter from across.
'Hey Finnick. Congratulations, I guess.' Unsurely I greeted the victor, there wasn't really a correct way of saying 'well done for murdering those kids.'
The day was spent travelling around each district, Finnick was pretty much separated as I had to stay with President Snow in the background. After all the winner was the main attraction.
Finnick recited the same speech that each victor was given to read out, it was tiresome and impersonal but the Capitol wouldn't have it any other way.
Young girls and even older ones, drooled over the tanned boys looks. His golden curls made everyone swoon.
I couldn't shift the games from my mind, it was like his innocence had been stolen. The light behind his eyes was now dimmed and tainted. It was hard to adjust to the new Finnick, the one I had witnessed commit a murder.
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Allied Hearts - Finnick Odair
Aktuelle Literatur'We're joint by way more than a gold bracelet Alia, you can't forget the bond we'll always have. No one escapes the past' Alia's whole life changes when she's back in the cruel games with the one boy she wanted to forget, Finnick Odair, darling of t...
