JACK THE RIPPER

73- Pierced through the heart but never killed

I was in the changing rooms with Kendra and Lighting, I had wished the two of them ever-so-kindly to do my hair and makeup for the occasion. They arrived in a dark limo when I was getting changed, Kendra requesting that I look so perfect that the Capitol will do nothing but keep their eyes on me all night. Lighting, of course, being the more respectful of the two of them, told me to wear what I was comfortable in.

So, I wore something that would make heads turn in the ballroom, I could already see Johanna from another room and demanding that her stylists do her outfits the way that she so desperately wanted to, she nearly bit one of her stylist's hands off.

Kendra and Lighting have dressed me up into this beautiful outfit, that when I twirl in it, I do look rather pretty. My hair is dashingly long in it, my eyes are rolling and I'm honestly trying my best to pull the dress a little up, because I keep tripping over it. Yet Kendra and Lighting are insisted that I look genuinely perfect.

My three makeup stylists are quick on the scene, placing my hair back in a slick bun and drawing waves on my face, placing pearls into my hair, and making me look like some kind of mermaid who had just washed up on the shoreline.

By the time I walk out, Finnick is already waiting for me. Making me a little giddy, his had strone out with the golden rings on it. I took his arm, and we began to walk, the sound of paparazzi clicking pictures that will go into the Capitol Headlines, of the lovey dovey couple. Better than ever! Our winners from District Four!

We begin to walk up the marble steps, the smell of rich alcohol and even richer perfume infiltrates my lungs. My blue heels begin to click. I lean into Finnick as another paparazzi snaps a picture of us. "How long do you think we have to stay before getting the fuck out of here?"

"An hour, maybe less." Finnick thinks, then he turns to me, my eyes directly on his. "Sera, we need to be here for Jo".

"Yeah, maybe I should take her up on the offer of killing President Snow." I mutter underneath my breath, which I see a killer smile cracking on the corners of my boyfriend's mouth.

"And see you two without your pretty heads? I don't think so, Sera." Finnick shows me a look and the two of us laugh, which makes the paparazzi go wild, the snapping sounds and the flashing lights, we look like the perfect happy couple. We might as well be walking down the aisle.

"You win. Where is Jo, anyway?" I peek my head around the party steps, to no avail.

"Someone fucking saves me!"

Found her.

Johanna is striding over to the two of us and she strikes a pin that was in her ponytail out of her hair, giving the two of us a cold look. "Ugh my stylist is a complete and total fucking idiot. I should have put that needle dead smack into her--"

The breaking has stopped as the paparazzi are beginning to watch her, the sound of them running around as if headless chickens and whispering things to one another as Johanna Mason, the newest winner is moaning boisterously about her stylist.

"Jo. The camera." Finnick smiles through gritted teeth.

Jo turns around and she strikes a cracking grin, having an idea brewing in her genius head. She decides to completely ignore the camera, glinting at a few of the cameras whilst she strings herself up assuredly the steps, her ponytail whooshing around the back. of her thighs, which are swishing simultaneously.

Finnick and I follow her, rushing up the steps after her and into the party, watching the wooden theme.

It was truly beautiful, the entryway was these arching trees as the moonlight shined through, the pale gravel beneath my feet, a white gate with two agents standing next to it, the arching of pinks and green bushes shimmer in the dazzling light. It looks so beautiful, it smells of fresh oakwood and dandelion, sounds like the whooshing winds that Lincoln and I would run through.