𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 || 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎'𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐱 𝐎𝐅𝐂

(xxii). hold on, i still need you

Finnick had told her he was scared. They both had felt the dreaded feeling and she still wouldn't back down. Malia now knew what that dreaded feeling meant and she hated it.

Malia never believed in a higher being or believed in the fates of the universe. She only believed in things she could see– she had always been a skeptic, never one to believe in prayers or miracles. But in that moment, with tears streaming down her face, Malia found herself screaming at the sky, at any deity that might exist, pleading for Finnick's life.

She could feel herself going down a path of deja vu– the heartbreak she was feeling was a lot similar to the way she felt when she held Cal's dying body in her hands. She was certain it was the same feeling Cato had experienced when he had begged for Clove to stay with him as she also died in his arms.

But history isn't supposed to repeat itself. She and Finnick were supposed to be different. She wasn't supposed to lose him. Not now– not when she finally found out what it meant to be truly happy. Not when she was currently carrying his child– one she so desperately wanted him to help raise.

Finnick O'Dair was supposed to be her happily ever after.

But Malia knew better than to sit and wait for things that she desperately wanted to fall in her lap. It hadn't before, why would it now? She knew all too well that if she wanted something– she'd have to make it happen herself.

Finnick had lost his trident, he had thrown it at the mutt that had tried to attack her right as she began to climb up the ladder. He had tossed his gun to Jake moments before he had swooped in to save Malia after she was cornered. His only weapon was the knife had stored away and Malia watched as he ripped it free and swung it around freely.

Malia wasn't going to wait for Finnick to finish fighting them off– she knew it wouldn't be successful with just the one knife. She knew better than to rely on Mikael to step up and do something for his son– he was too busy tending to the ripped parts of his flesh on his leg to even care that his son was fighting for his life and failing.

"No," Malia says, pulling Jake back before he could climb down the ladder to help Finnick. "Stay up here, where it's safe."

"Finnick's down there!" Jake exclaims.

"I know," Malia tells him. She presses a kiss to Jake's cheek before she quickly climbs down the ladder– ignoring Jake's pleads for her not to.

"Finnick!" Malia exclaims, tossing her last sai towards him and watches as it clatters at his feet. He scoops it up instantly and swings it around, stabbing and slashing mutts with it.

Malia watches as more mutts crawl towards Finnick and panic ensues as she looks around frantically for a way to help him. Her eyes land on his trident a few feet away from her and she rushes over to pick it up.

A mutt closes in on Finnick and Malia swings the trident before thrusting it into the mutt and her eyes widen hearing it screech before she yanks the trident out. The mutt falls to the floor and Malia barely makes eye contact with Finnick before she goes off on a rampage– swinging the trident around so effortlessly as the mutts fall to the ground one by one.

Malia could feel strong arms wrapping around her waist and she spun around but before she could do anything, hands grasp her face. She looked up at Finnick, her breathing coming out raggedy. Her headspace was everywhere, her eyes shifted from the man in front of her to the dead mutts in the water.

Someone jumped down from the ladder, gun in hand urging for them to move. But Malia couldn't see who it was with how much she was frantically trying to get out of her husband's grasp.