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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄. Scarlet said goodbye to Anfisa and Chiara who stood uncomfortably—anxiety washing over them.
Finnick approached the brunette girl. "Come find me, if you can't, stay with Katniss and Peeta, I'll find you."
"You better do, pretty boy." She winked in usual Scarlet-fashion.
"Scarlet, this isn't the time." Anfisa sighed.
"It's my defense mechanism." Scarlet defended, only to be dragged away by Rome who went in with her, ready to put the final touches to her looks.
"Just one more thing, love." The man pulled out a small, golden ring with a scarlet gem in the middle, putting it on Scarlet's index finger. "Guessing by the outfit, the air will be humid, search for water as soon as you get there."
"Wish me luck."
"You don't need it, look after yourself and never count yourself out early, Scarlet, you're all sorts of things you don't even know yet." That really stuck with the tribute, knowing what her fate lies wasn't already determined, that the odds could be in their favour.
Ten seconds till launch.
"See you on the other side, Rome." She leaned to kiss his cheek goodbye before stepping into the elevator platform, taking a small breath to ease her nerves—although it seemed impossible.
Slowly, she rises. As sunlight hits her, she quickly adjusts her vision, looking around as her heart beats dangerously fast at the sight before her. The air was thick and warm, light breezes could be felt and water surrounded the area of the cornucopia.
She felt right where she belonged in that arena with the humid climate and water surrounding her.
"Let the 75th Hunger Games begin. May the odds be ever in your favor."
The timer ticked and Scarlet had a hard time focusing on it when her eyes took over all her other senses, her head snapping around her surrounding to find Finnick. The canon fired after the countdown and the tributes immediately dived into the pool of water below them, swimming as fast as they could.
Being familiar with the ocean, she was pretty quick swimming her way to the middle. Katniss followed her lead.
The brunette Victor darted down the slippery pieces of stones and picked up the pack of knives, wrapping it around her waist and shoving one in her bun the way she did last time. She turned around to see the male tribute from District 6 standing behind her with raised sword.
