𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑶𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒓

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

Cunt Face Kai

Handing the letters from Elio to the Hamm family—and Jax—felt like the end to the story of Elio Hamm. The last piece of him finished.

Everyone was surprised how well Rosie took coming back, truly, the only reason she didn't go off the rails was for one reason and one alone: the Hamm's. They rallied around Rosemary Blue, hardly leaving her alone for months.

The assurance that she wasn't hated, soothed her soul. They knew she did everything, and they accepted that; just like Elio said, they knew Rosie, they knew she would've done everything she possibly could to get him through the Games, but, ultimately she couldn't win it for him.

Coming back from the party at the end of the Victory Tour was both bitter and sweet, she took home another piece of Finnick, the present that marked her sixteenth birthday—it was a hairbrush, obviously, but also a pearl necklace, one she wore every day. That was nice. But it also meant she knew that it may be months before she got to see his stupid face.

She prepared for the worst; that she wouldn't see him until the 68th Annual Hunger Games. But she was wrong, she saw him, on average, every month.

It meant life was easier.

Until it wasn't.

A week before the Reaping for the 68th Games she was stopped in her tracks by a familiar face.

Kai Mansfield.

Also known as Cunt Face Kai, by Jessica and Rosie. It had nothing to do with his appearance, although that was rather unpleasant, but rather his personality. He was the bottom-of-the-barrel scum. Kai never let Rosie forget her lineage, mainly her father.

Adam Slate had a reputation he had no control over.

While Aldine may have been his last name, he was more than an Aldine, his grandparents and great-grandparents were free. They never stayed in one place long enough to settle down—and that's how they loved to live. They went with the wind, following the sun and warmth. So long as there was nature and enough people to sing to, his family was happy. When Adam's grandparents spoke of their childhood it was full of colour, then, when the Capitol cracked down on the people of the Districts and those travelling throughout, it seemed to have been drained to a muted black and white. They could no longer follow the wind and warmth, they were stuck in the rain and cold.

But Adam Slate was determined to get their freedom back, and he was willing to die trying.

He did die, but he didn't set his family free.

His death was for nothing. Adam Slate's life was wasted by the Capitol, he left behind a widow and a toddler—his little daddy's girl, Rosemary Blue.

That reputation was unknowingly getting her in trouble in more than one way. Sure, people in school always gave her shit over her father and his colourful garb. The rich colours and patterns stuck out, but that was just Adam Slate. It wasn't that he wanted to stick out, he just did stick out. He was unapologetically himself. He sang as he walked through the streets, and he performed at the secret parties held in an abandoned bunker that occurred every Friday.

When he was executed his presence was missing, and it couldn't be forgotten. The man who always was happy, carrying around his beloved daughter on his shoulders, who was dressed in equally colourful clothing, and singing with her father, was sorely missed.

But it wasn't just Rosie's fellow students that brought the scattered memories of her father to the forefront of her mind, it was the President, who always wanted to see her. Their conversations were always similar, he was cryptic about why he cared and she expressed displeasure for being there.