||°•°•°•°•Adali Snow is the third daughter of President Snow and the wife of the Capitol's favorite, Finnick Odair. °•°•°•°•||
(Finnick Odair X OC)
The hunger games
(c) me
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- START YOUR WORK," it sounded so careless, you couldn't tell it was going to ruin someone's life.
Immediately, there is a scream. It is full of such horror and suffering that the whole body stiffens. The voice isn't just familiar, it's... We have to find her, we have to save her. To hell with the danger. The young victor runs headlong, hearing no one but that voice.
- FINNICK.
That voice is full of anguish. Finnick begins to feel faint.
- Adalie? - he tripped over his own feet. - ADALI!
- Calm down, Finnick. It was the talker. We've been played," I said to Katniss. - It's not real, it's not your... Adalie. - No, it's not Adalie. It's her voice. Talkers only repeat what they've heard. Where do you think those sounds came from? - he asks.
The meaning of his words takes a moment to sink in. And then the blood drains from my cheeks.
- Finnick, you don't think they...
- That's exactly what I think.
On the other side of the screen, the President just chuckled with amusement. He enjoyed watching them suffer and feeding off their pain.
- 'Add the kid's voice and make sure it doesn't get on the broadcast,' he nodded one last time before taking one last look at the screen and walking away.
- PAPA.
Finnick's legs went up and he collapsed in disbelief. No, this couldn't be. This wasn't his baby. Not his family.
And the screaming continued. Darrel was screaming exhaustively, as if he had just been born. The voices got bigger and bigger. And then there are more birds. They come one by one. They perch in the nearest trees. They spread their beaks. And begin a nightmarish, elaborate concert. Finnick immediately falls to the grass and clamps his hands over his ears as if ready to crush his own skull.
- PAPA....FINNICK...
He just prayed for this to be over. Tears streamed down his face, and he curled up in a fanny pack as if he wanted to keep himself safe with this. Finnick realised they were safe, far away from the Capitol, but opening his ears he heard only their voices full of pain.
When it was over Finnick could not tell. He only listened to his allies talk and occasionally spoke himself. He needed to calm down. Water.
