"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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On the second night, one more night until the individual assessments, we're sitting at dinner with Finnick and Mags. Elodie is on the other side of the table as the three Stylists have completely disappeared into the night. Elodie asks us questions a million different times. I answer the best I can whilst I'm trying to eat, it's kinda challenging.
"So you made a friend." Finnick finally pops up, his head suddenly in this question. He has not spoken to me in two days. Instead, avoided me at every call. Which incredibly bothers me, I mean if he wasn't such a Grade-A Asshole, he would be some help to me in the arena. "The District Ten girl?"
"Hollie." Saron corrects him, I can see him getting a little bit annoyed when he calls her a girl. interesting.
"Why?" Finnick questions. He digs his knife into some kind of potato. "I mean someone will kill her inevitably."
"Because their the same; both have the age and maturity disadvantage. They need to stick together." I argue with Finnick and he finally makes eye contact with me. Elodie places her knife down to stop the awkward silence. I look over at Saron. "But you'll stick with me in the games."
"Okay."
"So the careers." I place my fork down from chewing on the meat that was on my plate and I swallow it entirely. "From Districts 1&2."
"What about them?" Finnick sneers, he's still in a mood with me for reasons unknown.
"Their agile. Their good, I've seen them train" I explain to him, I look him up and down. Almost like he is not listening to me. "Are they gonna be a threat?"
"Not to you. At least not at first" Finnick answers, he makes good eye contact with me. he seems to be interested in this conversation. "You're a good ally to make to them, they know that."
"You're the favourite, I've heard some of the Capitol discussing it." Elodie squeals as she platters something else down. She holds my hand. "They love you, they'll give you all the sponsors"
"That's good...to know."
"They have got two choices with you; get you on their side and eliminate you at the last second or hunt you down, first thing to kill you." Finnick holds the knife in his hand and points it directly at me, which freaks me out just a tad. "They are not allies. Do not think for a second that they will not kill you when you become useless, but then again, they all do that to each other so one way or another, they'll turn on someone before you."
Dinner was uneventful after that, Saron and I were going back to our quarters. I felt myself walk up the steps and back towards my room, the sound of nothingness but the Capitol screaming and cheering was in my ears. When I noticed that someone was following me.
"What do you want?" I narrow my eyes but all Finnick does is just brush past me like I'm not even there.
"I'm just going to my quarters, relax Serabella. Not everyone has to be obsessed with you" He fights back, almost indignantly then he continues to walk away from me.
