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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.
act three.
(chapter sixty, stop thinking everything is your fault)
the cells / a room, 75 ADD.
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JUNIPER QUICKLY WOKE WITH a pained gasp that sent shooting agony to her ribs. She was coated in sweat, her flesh slick with it. Her heart was beating so harshly that she was sure it would fly out of her chest. Everything was on fire as she looked around the cells quickly, but her vision was blurry as sweat dropped down into her eyes. And as she panted and panted, only one thing entered her mind.
The phone calls.
It was her fault. She made the phone calls. She asked. She made the phone calls in some feeble attempt to make herself feel better about her situation. She didn't even think once about how the Capitol could have been tapping into their phones, listening to their conversations. Juniper Hale did not think about that because she wanted a distraction. But because of her thirst to distract herself from current events, phoning Finnick Odair, she was now facing the consequences.
Annie Cresta was in the Capitol because of Juniper Hale.
Annie.
Juniper snapped her head to the side to look at the woman. She was curled into a ball in the corner of her cell, dark hair tangled with her sea green eyes shut tightly. There were abrasions on her wrists, which were brought together by the handcuffs. As Juniper looked down at her own, she realised it was the same. The same scrapes were present on her wrists and did not look good. Especially not with how skinny her arms were.
But she tried to ignore her handcuffed wrists as she looked back at Annie. The Capitol hadn't hurt her. There was no point in hurting her. They took Annie from District Four to obliterate Finnick. There was no point in harming her because simply taking the woman away from him was enough. It would destroy him. And it was all because of their phone calls.
It was all Juniper's fault.
("And it's your fault her voice was used and why she's here," Clampitt said. "Because you made the phone calls. The minute you found out about them, we found out. The minute you found out how important they were to each other, we found out. And it's because of you making those phone calls and having Mr. Odair tell you, Annie Cresta is here. It's because of you Mr. Odair is traumatised from the jabberjays.")
("... okay, look... I'm only going to tell you this because I trust you, but you can't tell anyone. If the Capitol finds out—")
Finnick had trusted her with the information of him and Annie and he made her swear that she would not tell anyone. And she hadn't. But the Capitol had found out. They were tapping in on their phones. They knew the minute Juniper knew. And all because she asked. If she had kept her mouth shut about the woman in the background, then Finnick never would have told her. Annie wouldn't be here. She would be with the rebels. It was all Juniper's fault.
"Oh, you're awake."
The Hale woman turned to see Johanna Mason looking back at her. Juniper took that moment to survey her. She was dripping with water, tremors rippling through her body. Her flesh was still covered in old and new bruises, oozing scabs littering her skin with her head shaved. She still had the paper robe that hung on her skeletal frame, aged with yellow. But there was no fire in her eyes. When Juniper first saw her in the cell, she was still determined. She still had the flames within her. But now, she looked exhausted. Defeated. Destroyed.
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kill for your love - the hunger games
Fanfiction❝ i'll kill, i'll kill, i'll kill for a little drop of your good love ❞ ― labrinth pre hunger games - mockingjay. fem!oc x johanna mason. all rights go to suzanne collins except for the ocs, plots, and twists that i have added.