Victor by Night | Finnick Odair

Jabberjays : 21

Chapter Twenty One

"Well, it must be monkey hour. And I don't see any of them in there," says Peeta. "I'm going to try to tap a tree."

"No, it's my turn," says Finnick.

"I'll at least watch your back," Peeta says.

"Katniss and Sage can do that," says Johanna. "We need you to make another map. The other washed away." She yanks a large leaf off a tree and hands it to him.

For a moment, I'm suspicious they're trying to divide and kill us. But it doesn't make sense. Katniss and I have the advantage on Finnick if he's dealing with the tree and Peeta's much bigger than Johanna. So I follow Finnick about fifteen yards into the jungle, where he finds a good tree and starts stabbing to make a hole with his knife.

As Katniss and I stand there, weapons ready, I can't lose the uneasy feeling that something is going on and that it has to do with Peeta.

I retrace my steps, starting from the moment the gong rang out, searching for the source of my discomfort.

Finnick towing Peeta in off his metal plate.

Finnick reviving Peeta after the force field stopped his heart.

Mags running into the fog so that Finnick could carry Peeta.

The morphling hurling herself in front of him to block the monkey's attack.

The fight with the Careers was so quick, but didn't Finnick block Brutus's spear from hitting Peeta... even though it meant taking Enobaria's knife in his leg?

And even now Johanna has him drawing a map on a leaf rather than risking the jungle...

There is no question about it. For reasons completely unfathomable to me, some of the other victors are trying to keep him alive, even if it means sacrificing themselves.

I'm dumbfounded. For one thing, that's Katniss's job. For another, it doesn't make sense. Only one of us can get out. So why have they chosen Peeta to protect? What has Katniss possibly said to them, what has she bargained with to make them put Peeta's life above their own?

I know my own reasons for keeping Peeta alive. He's my friend, and this is my way to defy the Capitol, to subvert its terrible Games. But I have no real ties to him, what makes me want to save him, to choose him over myself?

Certainly he is brave, but we have all been brave enough to survive a Games. There is that quality of goodness that's hard to overlook, but still.

... and then I think of it, what Peeta can do so much better than the rest of us.

He can use words.

He obliterated the rest of the field at the interviews. And maybe it's because of that underlying goodness that he can move a crowd -- no, a country -- to his side with the turn of a simple sentence.

I remember thinking that was the gift the leader of a revolution should have. What if Peeta's tongue would have far greater power against the Capitol than any physical strength the rest of us could claim? I don't know. It still seems like a really long leap for some of the tributes.

I mean, we're talking about Johanna Mason here. But what other explanation can there be for their decided efforts to keep him alive?

"Got that spile, Gorgeous?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality. I cut the vine that ties the spile to my belt and hold the metal tube out to him.

That's when I hear the scream.

So full of fear and pain it ices my blood. And so familiar. I drop the spile, forget where I am or what lies ahead, only know I must reach him, protect him. I run wildly in the direction of the voice, heedless of danger, ripping through vines and branches, through anything that keeps me from reaching him.