In His Eyes

19

Finnick's POV:
(Six months later)

"Come on. Ten more then you're done." I say to the career. I've been training.

"You will never make it in the arena if you can't even do push ups."

The career finishes off the last couple of push ups and falls to the ground, panting for air.

"Good job today. I'll see you next week." I say as I dismiss him.

"Well, look at Mr. Hardcore." Says a sober Haymitch.

That's different.

I chuckle. "Did I ever thank you for letting me come work with you?" I ask.

"Maybe once." He ponders. "Nope, not at all."

"Well thank you."

"No problem. So how is the career?" He asks.

"He's still in phase 4 of 10. I don't know. We have been working for weeks now." I groan impatiently.

"I don't think he's cut out for it." He sigh.

"Physically?"

"Yeah."

"Finnick, you and I both know to win the games you don't have to be the strongest." He says.

"Haymitch, don't bring her up."

"I'm just saying. Avon was a little bitty girl. You could basically snap her. She didn't have any muscle. Guess what. She came out alive!"

"Yeah, but now she's dead, Haymitch. She's gone and she's never coming back." I say seriously.

He sighs. "It's time for us to head back to the Capitol."

I close my eyes and think for a moment. I need to calm down before I start crying. Every time someone even mentions her I cry.

It also doesn't help when you get asked about her all of the time. Nor, does it help when the Capitol posts big banners in her honor all over the Capitol.

I open my eyes and get up to grab my bag.

"Come on." Says Haymitch in a caring way.

He knows I'll break eventually. To the point where I can't even stand it. I'll break so easily.

I get on the train with Haymitch and sit down on the white couch.

"I'm sorry about bringing her up."

"It's fine." I shake off quickly.

I don't want to seem weak. Even though I am.

"So we go to a new district tomorrow. We have some new careers that want to train." He states.

"What district?" I ask.

"Five..." He trails off.

"Oh..."

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That night why by so slow. I felt like k was walking on fire the entire time.

I'm now on my way to district five with Haymitch himself.

"Who will I be training today?" I ask.

"I have no clue what his name is, but he's only thirteen." He says.

I like trying with younger people that way I can teach them the correct ways of combat.

The older careers have been trained before so trying to get them to think with my mind is difficult.

As soon as we get to the raining area I head to meet the boy.

I see a small figure standing next to the blades.

"Hi, I'm Finnick. Are you the new career?"

"Yeah." He says, shyly.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Jay." He simply replies.

"What's your last name?"

He waits for a moment... "Dartnell."

"D-Dartnell?" I ask.

"Yeah. Avon was my cousin." He states.

I notice he looks a little bit like her. "What are you doing? Training to be a career?" I ask.

"Avon and I were close. We always were. When she was drawn to be in the games I knew she would win. But, I knew the Capitol would break her in no time."

"How did you know it was the Capitol who broke her?"

"Because, my sister was in the games. Before she even got the chance to step foot in the arena, it's like she shattered. She was broken glass." He says sadly.

"So what's the point of doing all this?" I ask.

He thinks for a second before an answer slips out of his mouth.

"I feel like I need to do it for her. For Avon."

I know that's nice of him. But she's gone. She wouldn't want him to do this for her.

"Jay, I'm going to ask you something."

"Okay."

"Would Avon want you to do this?" I ask.

"Umm..." He stutters.

"I don't know. I never thought of it that way."

"Well, I know she wouldn't want this."

He groans in frustration.

"I know. You're right." He gives in.

"So what do I do?" He asks

"You go home, and be a kid."