Finnick's Little Sister: a Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter 4

HG 4

I looked at Finnick nervously as the speeding train pulled to a stop. His eyes were filled with memories, but his face stayed strong.

"Smile," he mouthed as the Peacekeepers opened the door.

I forced a smile as Ethan and I were pushed out into the crowd. Ethan smiled sheepishly and looked down, hurrying through. I, on the other hand, walked leisurely through, a huge smiled plastered on my face. I waved to the crowd before entering the looming building in front of us. Finnick hurried in after me, whispering,

"It's all a game. Play it."

With that, he led Ethan, Molly, and I up to the fourth floor, our floor.

Walking in, I widened my eyes at the sight of the room. It was practically made of crystals and gold. Looking around, it all looked very luxurious. I hesitantly walked to a room and looked around. It was a bedroom, but I was still afraid to touch even the walls.

"When we break this place, I'm blaming you," a familiar voice sounded from behind me.

I chuckled as I swiveled around. Ethan stood in the doorway, looking around cautiously as if looking at things would cause them to break.

"Thanks pal. I'm afraid to even like, breathe near this stuff," I admitted, looking at a lamp that was worth more than I was, not that that said much.

"I know right. I feel the urge to just, smash it all."

"Anger issues much?" I smirked, walking out into the main room.

Finnick and Molly sat on one of the blue couches. I gingerly sat next to Finnick, looking at him.

"Aaron, Mikaela, you, and I have all been in this murderous place," he remarked, avoiding eye contact with me.

"This is the last real place they slept," I said in an even tone.

I looked at the high ceiling, wondering how they felt being here. I sure did miss them. Loud giggles sounded from the other side of the floor, causing Finnick to cringe.

"Prep teams are here," he said through gritted teeth.

I looked behind us as 6, terrifying creatures hurried towards Ethan and I. 3 came to each of us and led us to separate grey rooms. I looked at them through puzzled eyes, scrutinizing their every feature.

They were all women, and least I thought they were. One had blindingly white hair, skin, and teeth. Her ice blue eyes stared at me like prey. Another had dark purple hair and eyes. She had black, swirling tattoos all over her body, down to every finger tip. The last had at least 15 piercings on their face. Her black hair stuck out everywhere, and her clever amber eyes studied me closely. They whispered among themselves for a moment before looking back at me. They grabbed some supplies and I sighed nervously. This was not going to be fun.

"Vladimir is here," the purple one announced after hours of pain and torture.

I looked up to see a very pale man with blue eyes and black hair approaching. He wore a black, and had a serious look on his face.

"Finnick told me to work magic on this one. I know what I will do," he said in a deep voice, dismissing the ladies.

I looked at him, sitting up straight. He looked me over briefly before sitting down and looking me in the eye.

"So tell me girl, have you ever wanted to be the ocean?"

I looked at him blankly for a moment, thinking. I smiled slightly before replying,

"Of course I have. The ocean is wild and free. No one can tell it what to do. At the same time, it protects many things. It has the ideal life. Why wouldn't I want to be it?"

Vlad smiled brightly.

"Finnick had told me you were a smart one. My idea for the dress was a melody of different shades of blues and greens that ripple like the ocean. I want to turn you into the ocean. When they shine the lights on you, you will turn the room into an ocean of sorts. Seaweed in your hair and bold features, you will be the Jewl of the Ocean."

I stared at him a moment, trying to wrap my head around the idea.

"If it is possible, I think it sounds marvelous," I remarked.

"Oh it is possible, and done," he smiled, fetching a dress.

The dress was flowey and went down to my ankles. I looked over the cool shades of blue and green and the bright turquoises that all blended together to give it the look of the ocean in the summer. Just the look of it made me homesick, but I smiled anyway.

Vlad, apon seeing my smile, rushed off. He came back with a box. I tried to look at it, but he pulled it away before I could touch it.

"Now let's get you ready."

After hours of tugging at my hair and makeup and worst of all, sitting still, I heard the words I was looking for.

"Open your eyes."

I opened my eyes slowly. Glancing in the mirror, it could not have been me staring back. The girl in the mirror had very soft, delicate features and a kind look in her eyes. The girl staring back wore a beautiful dress perfectly and looked stunning. The hair was ties back with a starfish on the tie, the contained locks perfectly curled. I smiled and twirled slightly, looking at the person. This person was me.

With Vlad's permission, I walked out to find Ethan. The small boy was no where to be seen, so I assumed he was at the chariots already. The person I did see was Finnick. He looked at me proudly as he walked over.

"You look great. Chariots that way. I'll be in the crowd," he winked, walking by.

I smiled slightly as I walked last him towards the chariots. Ethan stood, surrounded by his prep team. His eyes were filled with annoyance and he looked like he was going to punch them. He shooed them and looked at me, his expression changing from anger to wonder.

"How did they turn you into this?" he asked looking me over.

I smiled slightly looking at his outfit. He was wearing small shiny scales and fins.

"Are you-" I began, bursting out laughing.

"Yes. I'm a fish," he said flatly, letting out a sigh.

"That's really girly," a female voice said from behind me.

The girl from one was standing behind me, wearing a very sparkly dress. The light reflecting off of it made my eyes burn. Nonetheless, her features shone with intimidating anger. She walked up and looked at Ethan.

"You're no threat," she muttered, then turning to me.

"You may be. But I suppose you are just a pretty face with your brother's reputation."

And with that, she went to evaluate the others. Ethan's eyes burned with anger.

"No threat?" He seethed.

I looked at him.

"You can kill her later Ethan. Ignore her. Build the anger for later."

He nodded, but I could tell he wasn't listening.

I sighed and looked around. The tributes from 12 stood a ways off, wearing black body suits that resembled coal. The girl, Caraline, stood nervously. I looked at her curiously. Something told me she wasn't just waiting to strike. She really wasn't going to hurt anyone which unfortunately, would get her killed.