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"Do we even have a plan?" Quinn's cold eyes flickered between his sister and his lover, glancing over their shoulders as he watched the mockingjay and her baker take care of their other allies. "Why would we save them to risk all of us?"
"It's just the plan Quinn," Johanna slammed her axe into the sand. "We have to trust Haymitch."
"And what has Haymitch ever been good for, hm?" Came his furious whisper.
"We already agreed, there's not much we can do now that we're in here." Jordan's piercing eyes silently told the man to hold in his anger for a while longer.
"If anything," Quinn's body shook, "if anything happens to Finnick I'll kill her myself."
"Glad to know you have so much confidence in my abilities," Finnick's mocking chuckle fell on the air.
"It's not a question of abilities or a question of how many more people she's willing to sacrifice. She's already sent us all in here." Quinn angrily smacked the sand, taking his knives and wading into the water far away from his friends.
Jordan sighed angrily, looking up to the sky, missing her wife and her child more dearly with every hour that passed.
"He's got a point," Johanna frowned, drawing in the sand with the tip of her blade. "A pretty good one."
"Don't tell him that," the Odair huffed back.
"It's not like we had another choice. It was slaughter each other or save her," Jordan's eyes flickered between her friends. "At least this way we have a chance."
"A chance to what?" Johanna raised her eyebrows pushing herself up from the ground. "To become new chess pieces in this fucked up game?"
"Johanna—"
"No! Quinn is right, we're all betting on a losing girl." The fiery girl followed after Quinn, the two sharing angry whispers back and forth once she reached him the water.
Jordan and Finnick watched, both of them torn as they listened to the soft waves.
"Do you think Quinn would be alright?" He asked. "If something were to happen?"
Jordan took a long moment, staring deep into his eyes with pursed lips, almost giving him a chance to take back the question.
"There's absolutely no chance Quinn wouldn't kill every single one of us if something happened to you."
Finnick didn't know whether to be pleased or not at the words, looking out to the sea and catching his lover's eyes already waiting on his own. Watching him in the water his heart filled with admiration, longing, fear.
Fear for if he lost Quinn, if Quinn lost him. The thought made his chest hurt, made him want to walk into the ocean and drown. Wanted his body to decompose among the waves, anything to be closer to his love.
He swallowed the painful thought that anything could happen, he hoped dearly that their love would make them invincible, though deep down he knew the truth.
"This is a lot even for you."
"I guess maybe because I'm a grown up now, Johanna," The Killian's icy glare met hers. "Strange isn't it?"
"If you keep acting like a psycho everything is going down the drain," she shoved him back lightly, the water rippling around them. "You can't let all of us die because you can't keep it together!"
"I will not let Finnick die at the hands of that fucking serpent." Quinn grabbed the girls shoulder roughly, pulling her close by her swimsuit, his wild eyes flickering all across her face with rage. "I will not let them take him from me."
Johanna's eyes furrowed in confusion as Quinn's breathing increased, his grip growing tighter.
"I will not let them! I won't-"
"Quinn—"
"No!"
Rapid tears fell from the boy as he collapsed into Johanna's arms, the girl sparing an overwhelmed look so his sister as she struggled to support him.
"Quinn!"
"I can't do this anymore," his chest heaved with sobs. The man was shaking like a small child, a quick rise and fall of his chest following one after the other.
"Hey," Jordan's stern voice reached him. "Get the fuck up and stop acting like a baby."
Quinn slowly looked up to her, lip quivering as he slowly pushed himself from the water. His body was rigid as he stared at his sister, Johanna watching the two quietly ready to intervene.
"You didn't come all this way to be a crybaby in front of the entire damn nation."
"Nobody asked you to be a bitch either, did they?" Came the cold reply, the boy still trembling where he stood.
"Get your fucking shit together," she hissed, stepping closer. "You're not putting on a good show. You're a fucking murderer, incase you've been so quick to forget, Quentin."
Johanna feared the boy was seconds away from attacking his own family, flinching when he dared to step even closer to his sister.
"I'm sure you're about to see how much of a murderer I really am, dear sister."
Quinn lunged at her, Johanna putting a hand on his chest as Jordan remained still, unmoving from where she stood. The tension was thick in the cool breeze of the water, the only noise begin Quinn's panting with the mix of the soft waves lapping at the three. The two Killians continued to stare each other down as he dared walk closer, Quinn only stopping once he was shoulder to shoulder with the woman.
"The real games have just begun."
"So you say," she replied boredly, tired of her brother's dramatics.
"Do you remember what I told you after the reaping?"
"Welcome to the games?"
Quinn chuckled lowly, his piercing glare running like ice over Jordan, the woman staring him straight back down like she didn't even realize. This was the Quinn the Capitol wanted, the Quinn who Ophelia was scared of for some time. The one that drove himself to the bottle to lock away the things he couldn't handle, the way killing had corrupted him. The Quinn who would maul someone like a caged rodent for Finnick Odair, even if someone was his family, or even a mockingjay.
"That you should be lucky you weren't in here with me. The real games have yet to begin."
