Its not over until the Mockingjay sings - F. Odair

Chapter 68

Finnick opened his eyes and saw Katniss and Beetee both lying unconscious. Katniss was being held down by metal cuffs. He couldn't see Peeta, Johanna, Gloss, and Cashmere anywhere, did that mean that they were left in the arena for dead? Or that they were on their way to the Capitol to be killed there? Or was he on his way to the Capitol? No, that wasn't possible, Katniss was going to be their main priority so if she was here, that probably meant that he was on the rescue hovercraft. 

He heard voices from behind the first door. He heard Haymitch talking so that confirmed that he was on the rescue hovercraft but he didn't want to be. Why couldn't they just save somebody else? Someone who still has something left to live for, like Peeta or Johanna or Gloss and Cashmere?

Finnick pressed a button on the wall, making a door slide open. Walking inside the room, he saw Haymitch and Cashmere sitting there. 

"Hey Finnick, how are you feeling?" Haymitch said with a soft smile on his face. 

"How do you think?" Finnick spat

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm very sorry by the way, I am sad about her death as well," Haymitch said while looking down to the floor. 

"Why did you save me?" Finnick suddenly asked. 

"What?" Haymitch said as he looked back up. 

"Why did you save me and not the others? I didn't want to be saved, you know that," Finnick spat. 

"I realize that, but we need you. You are valuable for the rebellion," Haymitch calmly said. 

"You need me? You need me?" Finnick scoffed. "Why on earth would I help you, when Plutarch is the reason that the love of my life is dead," He yelled as Plutarch came into the room. 

"YOU ASSHOLE," Finnick screamed as he ran towards Plutarch, put his hands around his throat and slammed him against the door. 

"YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!" He screamed while starting to cry. 

"Finnick get off, calm down," Haymitch said as he tried to get Finnick off Plutarch. 

Finnick stepped back, brought his hands to his face, and nervously paced around the room. 

"Why? Why would you do that? You promised her, you promised us that if we agreed with your plan, you would get us both out alive but instead you set her up to be killed?" Finnick cried out while pointing his finger towards Plutarch. 

"I hate you and I will never help you," Finnick yelled. 

"Finnick, I didn't have any choice," Plutarch said trying to get Finnick to calm down. 

"What do you mean, you didn't have a choice?" Finnick screamed. 

"He ordered me to do it, He ordered me to put those walls between you guys to have her killed," Plutarch said. 

"Why would he give you an order to have his own Grandaughter killed? You are just making this up," Finnick spat. 

"No, I promise you it's not," Plutarch said. 

"Why should I believe you? You know I should have listened to her when she told me to take Snow's proposition, that way we would both still be alive," Finnick yelled. 

"Do you actually believe that he would have kept up with his end of the deal? He ordered me to have her killed to prevent that," Plutarch yelled back trying to defend himself. 

Was he telling the truth or just making things up to get him to go along with the Rebellion? Finnick thought to himself. 

"Finnick, I promise you, I didn't want to kill her but I had no choice," Plutarch said.