HOO Oneshots And Headcannons

Blest

                 Fire. The pain was like fire. His skin being ripped to shreds, the spicy metallic tastes in his mouth. If he could, he would've spot in disgust. The straight, agony. It reminded of something, some old memory.

No. He couldn't remember. All he felt was the pain. The mutts, clawing at him, shredding his body. Red everywhere.
         Red, Annie had red hair. Annie.
And that was what hurt the most. Not being ripped apart, but knowing that he would never, ever, see Annie again.

        He couldn't even summon the strength for one last scream.

            Finnick O'Daire, was dead.
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His eyes fluttered open, milky and confused. All he could see was a river. Finnick like rivers, he had grown up in District 4, after all. Water was his home court.
    But, this didn't seem like a normal river. He looked in it, and saw  rying faces, lost dreams. He could see himself back in his district.

It was rebuilt, it was beautiful. He syood tall next to Annie. They both smiled down at something...
   He focused, it was a baby. A smiling baby, with his own eyes and Annie's bright red hair. He saw himself looking down at that baby with the happiest face he had ever worn.

"Do you have any money?" A voice croaked.

Jumpinh in surprise, and losing his focus, the scene he was watching disappeared in the river.

         He focused on the voice. Where was it coming from?

"Hello. I was speaking to you, young man. Do  you have any money, drachmas, any form of payment really?"

    There! Finnick saw the dark figure standing on the miserable shore. It was a figure. Tall, light brown skin, a bit of scruffle on his chin. He wore a dark, cloak. Riddled with swirls of black bloodred, and all of the colors in between. He held a long oar in both of  his hands, and his empty eyes stared straight at Finnick. Again, he seemed familiar to Finnick,like a memory lost, from long, long ago.

        "Who are you? Have we met?" Finnick's voice sounded shaky, like it was deciding a pitch to speak at.

"That was not the question. Now, do you have any money? If you don't then I will not take you across."

    Across? Finnick studied him further.  He was standing next to a strange boat.  That was floating on the river. It was tied up to a post near the man.

"Wait a second, are you . . . ?" The man's voice trailed off.

"What? Am I what?"

"No payment required, come aboard young man. You've finally made it."

Finnick made his way onto the unstable boat. Unsure of what was happening.

"So, this was one of your shorter ones wasn't it? I heard that your soulmate went with you "

"How do you know Annie? Where am I?"

"Don't worry. You just don't remember,  you will though hero, you will."

I just stood in the boat staring blankly at the black water flowing.

     We arrived at a rocky shore. The strange man directed me to a gate eith small openings in it. The openings had bars across them that rotated as people went through. There were transparent people in big lines in front of the openings, which all had signs on them.

Before I could try and read the signs I was pushed into one of the shorter lines. I quickly passed through the line and entered into a huge space. With people everywhere and broken off into sections. It ess dark and desolate, but one of the sections seemed like paradise. I waited there for a few minutes until I heard my mame being called.

       "Finnick O'Daire. Please report to the judges table" The voice came from one of the three men sirting at a desk on a stage. There was a crowd sirrounding the stage, as if they were all waiting for a turn at whatever it was. 

I walked , just as confused as before, to the front of the stage. Before I could ask what was happening, the middle judge began to speak.

      "Finnick O'Daire, 25. Youngest ever winner of the hunger games...."

He went on and on describing my whole life, telling details about me that only I knew; making me relive my whole life, which was painful. All of the things I'd done as the Capital's toy, my death. I couldn't stand listening to the man speak.

When he finished speaking, he quietly discussed with the other two men at the table. I felt so restless, it felt as if they were deciding my fate.

"Fimnick O'Daire, we are happy to announce that you have been deemed worthy of the Isles of the Blest.

     You and all of your past lives were deemed of Elysium.

    Congratulations Perseus Jackson.