Her Victory, Their Life| F. Odair

Epilogue

That never happen.

Emory never woke up. She smiled as she closed her eyes. Her and Prim were found hours later as they were making sure everyone got out. They were immediately rushed to the infirmary. Prim was still alive, but with all the injuries that Emory had suffered, she went to sleep.

The doctors wanted to claim to everyone that she went peacefully, but she didn't. The concussion mixed with inhaling so much smoke, gave her terrible nightmares. Everything she saw before she died was complete torture.

The only peace she got was when her arm went limp from her side and blood rushed out from her body, allowing her to finally pass on from blood loss.

When her family got to the Capitol, they were expecting to find her waiting there with open arms. Annie stepped off the aircraft, holding Cameron. She walked with Enobaria as Elliot and Cierra ran around, searching for their sister and uncle.

What they found instead was Finnick. He was staring at a bed infront of him. "Who is it?" Cierra asked him. He turned around and sighed, he rushed forward grabbing his son from his best friend's hands. He smiled so big, bigger than he had in a while and cried while he kissed his head.

Elliot looked around to see Evan peacefully passed out on the bed. He had a leg elevated, only it was a leg, it was half a leg, cut off just below the knee. "He's not going to make it," Finnick told them as all of them looked over. He had tears in his eyes and looked exhausted. "There was too much bloodloss and while cutting his leg they said it was an embolism or something." He wasn't quite sure of the terminology, but her knew that he was supposed to pass sometime in the next few hours. Maybe Emory could say goodbye to him. Finnick still had hope, hope his wife would come back, hope that Evan would live, hope that everything would be okay. 

"Emory? Uncle Cam? Evan??" Elliot questioned and Finnick looked away, guilty.

His mouth opened but no words came out. He closed his eyes before looking at his in-laws. "Cameron's dead," he announced, glancing down at his son. Cierra and Elliot nodded, trying to keep it together, they should wait. Wait until they heard it all. Enobaria rubbed Cierra's arm and Annie wrapped her arms around her husband. "He saved me."

Enobaria looked at him, waiting for what she wanted to hear, "Where's Emory?"

Finnick had tears in his eyes, "we don't know. She was with the bombs, they're still looking, but– bu– but they don't know if there is anything left to find." Cierra choked on her breath as she started to sob.

"COMING THROUGH!" A medic yelled. They moved to the side and a medical team came in carrying two stretchers.

"Prim!" Katniss's mom came over yelling with a relieved smile on her face. Gale looked up from Katniss's bed and rushed over to her.

The second bed was covered with a sheet and Finnick's heart dropped. He handed the baby back to the red-head and walked over to the bed. The medics had abandoned it and rushed over to help Prim.

He slowly walked. Every step made his heartbreak all over again. His hand slowly reached out and grasped the sheet. His breath stuttered as he removed it, inch by inch to reveal the love of his life, his wife. The single person who could make his entire day better just by existing. The person he wanted to live and lived for since the age of 14. The person he wanted to have a life with, raise their child, have a true family.

His hope was crushed.

Tears poured from his eyes as they wandered over her burned face. He didn't have the strength to remove anything else. His hand found its way to his mouth to cover his sobs as he fell to his knees. He heard screams that sounded distant but didn't register them. The slow beeping of Evan's heart moniter slowly faded out and a nurse came to turn it off and cover his face. Finnick couldn't get it out of his mind, it was taunting him the way that her eyes still held the makeup, but it was sweated off by the heat of the fire. Her once black hair was dyed red with blood. Her lips were dried and cut from being thrown around, her neck covered in the boils from the burning.

And that was the end.

Everyone wished for something different to have happened.

For Emory to have lived, for Cameron, for Evan, for the rest of the squad. They wished for Cameron to have a mother to grow up with. They wished someone would pay for this and soon they would.

Prim woke up a week later, before Katniss. Her sister was so grateful. She thought she had lost her. Her little Primrose, but she didn't, and it was all because of Emory.

Snow was executed, bringing so much deserved justice to so many people. They all moved to District 5, everything else happened of course. Enobaria and Cierra got together, they were happy. They had their adopted kids, Elliot and Annie were happy. Haymitch had his geece. Katniss and Peeta moved to District 12. David was killed by peacekeepers when they had come to collect Emory, he was seen as a hero to their community. 

Finnick-- he never remarried. He raised his son in District 5 with the help of his in-laws. He never found love again, not after Emory. He wanted to settle, but he couldn't. The love they had couldn't be competed with anything else. He was happy though, he had his son, his friends, and when he finally joined Emory– his life was complete. 

"Funny way this worked out huh?" Evan asked Emory and she laughed. 

"What us dying right before we could've had everything?" She chuckled and he snorted in laughter. 

He shook his head with a smile on his face, "these stupid games. Only took three to actually kill us."

"Naturally. What can I say? We were great together; we made a badass team!"

"Hell, yeah we did," Evan agreed and they high fived each other before they sighed. "We were horrible mentors."

Emory and he broke out laughing, "Yeah--" she agreed between breaths. "Yeah, we really were. God, we told Finch everything and she f*cking killed herself!"

"I feel bad, we shouldn't be laughing," Evan said with tears in his eyes. 

"What do we care, were already dead!"