Dystopian Imagines/Preferences

#2. How you meet (Finnick - Hunger Games)

(Your POV)

It's been six days since the bloodbath of the 65th annual Hunger Games. I was reaped into the games this year and taken away from my home in district 6. I'm fighting for my life.

I've got a bloody gash running from my hip down to my left knee, and I can tell it's starting to get infected. The career pack found me yesterday as I was trying to climb a tree to reach some coconuts, and when I lost my footing and tumbled to the ground, the boy from district 1 slashed my leg with a long and gleaming sword. They left me to bleed out and perish, and honestly, almost twenty-four hours later I'm surprised im still alive.

There's seven of us left; 3 careers (tributes from district 1 & 2), the girl from 10, the two tributes from 4, and me. The odds are not exactly in my favour at this point, especially because I'm almost certain blood poisoning will be my fate. I have no allies left, since the two tributes from 11 were killed by mutts and my district partner drowned before he/she could even reach the cornucopia. Not being able to swim and a tropical arena do not mix well.

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Im hiding in a small cliff overhang not too far from the water. I can see the cornucopia and the careers from here, but the trees and brush block their line of vision to me. At this point I'm just waiting for death and hoping it will be quick, since I can't walk and I know no sponsors are going to help me. With nothing else to do, I close my eyes and drift off, hoping that I will wake up from this nightmare.

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I awake at what must be around 8 o'clock since the noise of the anthem starts to play and the sky shows a picture of the girl tribute from district 4. She must have died while I was out, since I don't remember hearing a cannon shot. I sigh settle back against the stone wall but the immense pain in my leg keeps me from falling back asleep.

Suddenly I hear footsteps and I quickly squish myself as far into the overhang as I can to try and blend in with the darkness. A figure comes into view, a boy, and I know that it must be the boy from 4 since the careers wouldn't venture off alone. He doesn't seem to notice me and he drops his small backpack and leans his trident against the wall. He slides down the rocky wall and sits maybe 10 feet away from me.

At this point I know that if I move I'm dead, but I also know that he will see me eventually if I just sit here, and then I'm also dead. I decide to make one last attempt to save myself and attempt a last minute alliance. Besides, he just lost his district partner, so maybe we can work together.

"Please don't hurt me." I say in a voice that comes out much more shaky then I want it to. His head whips around and as fast as lightning he reaches for his trident.

"I have no weapons I won't hurt you, please.." I say as a few tears fall from my eyes. This seems to relax him a little bit however he doesn't let go of the trident.

"You're alone?" He asks, and I nod. "What's your name?" He says.

"(Y/N), from district
6." I say, still trembling. That's when he notices my leg, and he tried to stifle a gasp.

"Finnick," he says, putting the trident down but never taking his eyes off me. "Maybe we can be of some help to each other."