Finnick's Little Sister: a Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter 5

HG 5

"Training!" Finnick's voice rang throughout the floor, waking me.

It was different from the screaming that usually woke me, but for once I didn't have to rush to my brother's bedside and hug him tight, telling him that it was ok and that we were fine. I couldn't stop the nightmares though. We couldn't forget Mikaela, and we couldn't stop the pain. Even now Finnick got panic attacks of seeing Mikaela die in front of him, screaming in her sleep. And then comes the memories of Aaron. He, like Mikaela, had darker brown hair. They both were Capitol favorites. He lost years back, death from his district mate. After that, we became wary of everyone for a while. I suppose it helped Finnick win. Well that and his tridents. He owed his life to those. Mikaela preferred blow darts and Aaron loved his bow and arrow. I was much different. I had my own talents in a spiked boomerang and throwing knives.

"Finnick, let me sleep for once!" I complained good naturedly, coming out in my black training suit.

"And how did you sleep in the marvelous Capitol?" Finnick smirked, a smile that made nearly the entire country swoon.

"Terrible. Mikaela and Aaron both slept there. I dreamt of them, and of you," I said, my voice becoming hushed.

"Mine was no better. I dreamt of all four of us in the games. I had to choose who would live, and I couldn't," he sighed, his eyes becoming far away.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at his sad, tired face. Our family was most unlucky, but I didn't think it was our unlucky tendencies that brought us all here. They just want a good show, and we gave them that.

"Well good morning," Ethan yawned as he came out of his room, looking around.

"Good morning Shorty," I smirked, looking at him.

He glared at me, his hand becoming a fist.

"I suppose you will be showing off your trident skills?" He half asked half stated.

I shrugged. I could use them, learning from Finnick, but I wasn't the best.

"And you? What will you use?" I asked, looking him over.

He could never use a mace, ax, long sword, or any weapon to large. He was a small, strong boy. His greatest strength was his speed.

"Acrobatic stuff probably," he admitted, looking at Finnick.

My brother nodded, processing this. He was allowed to mentor us both, as Annie was unfit to train us. He would never admit it, but he knew it was true. Finnick started to walk towards the door, motioning for us to follow.

"You'll need allies, both of you," Finnick stated.

"No Finnick. Look where it got-" I began, stopped by him.

"I know it'll be hard, but show them your skills and you will be feared. Trusted even," he said, his grey blue eyes turning to stone.

I had Finnick's eyes and a shade of light brown hair. Our looks made sure we were in these rigged games. That, and many other things.

"Here we are. Have fun, I'll be watching," Finnick stated as we came to a room.

Stepping inside, the room was amazing. Silver weapons lied around everywhere, the variety never seeming to end. Stations for everything you would ever need to know about surviving. Nets and climbing walls were everywhere, making it easy for people to climb. Ethan walked in slowly, immediately going to the smallest lethal weapon, the throwing knife. The Caraline girl stood there, attempting to throw one, but landing short and off target. Ethan nudged her aside and threw one, but it stuck on the wall on the side. I laughed and walked over.

"That was very graceful," I teased him, taking one and twirling it between my fingers slowly.

"Thank you that's what I was going for. Now you throw," he demanded, stepping back.

A little human target was across the throwing range, about 20 yards away. It had a little red dot, barely visible on its skull. I spun around and hurled it, hitting the red dot right on. Ethan's green eyes burned into my skull.

"Show off," he mumbled, walking away.

I turned to Caraline, noticing her scared and awed face.

"Hi. What's your weapon?" I asked cautiously and curiously.

"Umm.... Berries and herbs and leaves," she mumbled quietly, looking down.

"You could always poison them," I whispered as I walked away.

I noticed her pause, then hurry to the plants and berries station. I looked around, looking for tridents. I might as well give it a shot, being Finnick's little sister and all. I took one of the silver spear like things and weighed it in my hand. It was lighter and easier to throw then back home. I turned to the silver targets all around the room, grasping the trident in my dominant, left hand. I spotted a target somewhere in the middle, throwing the trident. It hit it, but boy dead center like the knives. I turned around to see everyone watching me. All eyes peered curiously at me, trying to see if I was anything like my brother. The girl from one plastered on a smile and walked over.

"You seem to actually be something. I will look forward to battling you in the arena. That is unless you want to be allies," she offered, looking me over.

I looked over her shoulder to see Ethan, mastering the small sword station. I turned back to Hayley and shook my head.

"I trust you about as much as I trusted Marcus," I replied coldly, walking away from her.

I looked up to the GameMakers and mentors on their ledge, and I swear I could see my brother with his cocky little smirk, watching my every move.