Finnick's Little Sister: a Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter 6

HG 6

I opened my eyes to see pale green orbs peering down at me. A slim, fine featured male face looked at me with warmth in his eyes, brown curly locks framing his face. He looked around 18.

"Aaron?" I whispered, looking at my brother.

An adorable, round face with bright green eyes and curly brown hair popped up beside him, looking around 16.

"Mikaela!" I exclaimed, more sure of myself.

Finnick stood next to them, his curly blond hair and grey blue eyes showing all kinds of confidence. I shook my head in wonder. How could they be here? Why? I missed them so much. Before I could reach out and tell them anything I was thinking, Aaron's face twisted in pain. Blood dribbled out of his mouth and he crumpled to the ground. My eyes widened in shock, turning to Mikaela with tears in my eyes. But she too had fallen to the ground, disappearing. I looked around wildly for Finnick, but his dead body lied next to me. I screamed out, but a sword was held to my neck before I could move. The last thing I saw was Hayley's smirk, and my vision faded to black.

I woke up in a cold sweat, crying and trying not to scream. Footsteps hurriedly echoed, sounding closer with every step. I widened my eyes and shut them tight, trying to hide.

"Jillian! Are you ok? You were screaming," Finnick exclaimed, hugging me tight.

"Nightmare. Aaron and Mikaela and you. Hayley with a sword," I cried, looking at him in fear.

"Shh. You're fine. I promise."

I shuddered with grief and nodded, hauling myself out of bed.

"Training right?" I asked quietly, calming down.

"Private sessions. 10 minutes each," Finnick reminded me.

I nodded, ushering him out and changing into my training clothes. They were snug fitting with grey designs on them, making me feel a bit weird. Everything back home was so much lighter. I opened my eyes, telling myself it had just been a dream. Finnick was safe, and so was I. For now.

"Hayley Byers, District 1," the loudspeakers echoed for the second time, ushering the tiny and lethal girl into the training room.

I looked the bleak and grey waiting area, wondering what I should show them. I could use my throwing knives, but I felt like that was too simple, too common. I needed to be unique. I needed to- I smiled as an idea sprouted from within me. I barely heard Ethan being called as I formulated my plan. I was ready when they called my name.

"Jillian Odair, welcome," the head Gamemaker called out, but I didn't listen.

I immediately moved to one of the practice dummies, dragging a few behind me. I grabbed some paint and painted on the faces of my three siblings, positioning them how they died. Aaron had a knife in his chest, and his bow clenched in his hand. Mikaela had a knife in her throat and a blow dart gun in her hand. Finnick had a trident and a red, broken heart. I stood with my throwing knives, feeling comforted by my siblings. I threw knives into the hearts and skulls of the traitors that killed them and caused Finnick and I so much pain, hitting my target dead center. I turned to the GameMakers and looked at them with eyes that said 'I will have my vengeance.'

The buzzer rang and I was hurried out, pushed to where Ethan waited.

"I heard a lot of moving. What did you do?" Ethan asked curiously.

I walked along silently as we walked back to our floor, ignoring his curious questions. What had I just done? I had showed them I wanted revenge, but on who? Them? That's what I'd shown. I had screwed up badly.

"You guys are back! How did it go?" Molly questioned as Ethan and I walked into the living room side by side.

"I did some speed skills and climbing. That and small sword practice. I did alright," Ethan explained, sitting down.

Finnick nodded and Molly congratulated him, then they both turned expectantly to me. I shrugged and looked away from my seat next to Ethan.

"You can just watch the tapes," Ethan offered, holding up a tape.

"How did you get that?" Molly exclaimed.

"They had a huge crate and I picked one up. They didn't care. I even told them about it, and they said it'd be more interesting if we saw them," Ethan shrugged.

Finnick shook his head in disbelief and popped it in, playing it. Hayley seemed to use the blow darts alright, but her real skill wasn't shown. The tape ended before she could tell them. I heard Ethan curse from next to me. The tributes from 2 did some stupid painting thing, so I wasn't that concerned. But as soon as I was called in, I walked out to my room and sat on my bed. I could hear the scuffling and hitting of weapons, then silence as it was paused. Footsteps came hurriedly to my door, and I looked to my door. Finnick threw open my door and slammed it, pinning me to my bed.

"Are you crazy?" he hissed.

"Probably," I said dully.

"I'm serious Jillian! What you did back there could get you killed!"

"You don't think I already know that Finnick? Don't you think I've been thinking of this since I left that room? I couldn't help myself I just had this idea that if I could show them I could win for you three," I sighed, shoving off of me.

"I can't lose you too Jillian. Lets just hope they took it that way," Finnick muttered, walking out.

I heard talking right outside my door, and Ethan walked in, grabbed my arm, and dragged me out.

"He'll calm down when he sees our scores," I muttered, sitting down.

"From district 1, Hayley Bylan with a score of 4," Caesar Flickman announced.

Ethan widened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes flickered with confusion. I nodded, agreeing to his silent questioning. Finnick looked at us, his head obviously working hard to comprehend it.

"Ethan Sylan with a score of 7."

Ethan's eyes immediately fade to disappointment. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Less memorable less suspected. Probably Hayley's point," I said, breaking the silence. Finnick nodded.

"Jillian Odair with a score of 10."

Finnick looked at me, relieved. It worked. We had done it. One look and I knew Finnick had a new thought on these games. I knew he thought I had a chance. I was coming home.