Two Evils ◦ Finnick Odair

cinque; not very fond of water

TWO EVILS.

05. CINQUE: NOT VERY FOND OF WATER

❝Any last advice?❞

❝Stay alive.❞

❝Haymitch, wait. Remember our deal. Do whatever it takes to keep him alive.❞

❝Katniss, when you're in the arena, remember who the real enemy is.❞

This was it. The last moments of freedom that Grier was desperately grasping at, hoping for some sort of way to leave The Games. She didn't want to go back, she really didn't want the other Grier to come back.

Not that she liked to admit it, but Grier was afraid of herself and who she was in The Games. It was like a survival instinct that was hiding away in her head would flip on and she'd go berserk. In that mode, machete mode is what Grier called it, she was not afraid to take down every single person standing in her path.

Though there were so many desperate attempts to end The Games last night, the Capitol, or President Snow, would still push on. It was unfair but it was the beginning of the end.

After the ceremony, Haymitch pulled the two aside. He told them that both Katniss and Peeta were oblivious to their little alliance and rebellion. That's the way they wanted to keep it. As Haymitch talked, Grier couldn't help but space out and hope that she could get out of her ridiculous dress. That thing has started to scratch and poke her in places that were too uncomfortable to stand. She just wanted to leave not just her dress, but the Capitol as well.

To her unfortunate luck, she couldn't leave. It was already to back out and there she was stuck in the middle of it all. 

"I want you two to remember the real reason we're doing this. We need them both alive for the rebellion and Grier," Haymitch spoke causing Grier to focus her attention on him, eyes clearing as she snapped out of her discomfort, "you're still her bodyguard just like Finnick is to Peeta. If one of them is to be attacked, you go first. Got it?"

Grier nodded numbly, adjusting the fallen strap on her dress as she shifted. Right now she felt uncomfortable about the whole situation but she knew The Games were entirely different. She was entirely different.

Finnick wrapped his arm around Grier, squeezing her ever so slightly as he gave Haymitch his signature smile. "They'll be safe, Haymitch. We'll make sure of it."

Haymitch merely nodded, sending them off with a wave of his hand. Finnick turned the two around, guiding Grier back toward their room. She couldn't speak, just staring into space. All of it was too real, too close to their actual demise. Finnick was always the optimistic one out of the two, even when it was his turn to become the murderer.

In the elevator they were both silent, clinging onto on another. They were silent as they walked into their apartment. They were silent as each of them changed out of the outrageous Capitol pleasing clothes. There was not a single word spoken as the two stood before each other in Grier's room, just staring into space. 

They sat on her bed and stared out at the Capitol of Panem, not exactly admiring the view for what seemed like hours. She didn't want it to end because it would mean they had to leave, they had to die. She wasn't ready to die or to leave Finnick so when he stood to stand up without a word, Grier panicked.

"Hey, Finnick." Grier rushed causing him to turn and look over at her with surprise. He probably thought she was just going to stay silent the whole night. "Could you just stay with me one night before everything changes?" She licked her lips, regretting the next words that instantly came out of her mouth. "Before I change?"