Chapter Eleven

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Finnick Odair

She looked utterly horrified, curled in a ball and clenching her fists.

"Whats wrong Bohemian? Worried about your pathetic little brother?"

She was across the room in seconds, she had Brutus-the district two mentor who must be at least a foot taller than her and one hundred pounds heavier-by the throat up against a wall.

"Say it again, Two. I will snap your neck and feed you to mutts" She growled.

Johanna Mason laughed "That my girl, Bo, trying to kill every grown man who says a word against your family. That is one of the reasons I like you. Now put the dumb man down, hun, you're attracting Peacekeepers." she patted Bohemians head.

Bohemain put her finger in Brutus's face and said some words, they seemed harsh but Brutus made no change in his smug expression. She let him go for a second and turned around, he started to laugh and she whipped around. Her moves were so fast they were a blur but Brutus was on the ground with his hands clasping two different areas as she sat back down.

All the mentors watched the games in one big room, some of us group up-Bohemian, Mags, Johanna, Haymitch, Puma, and I for example. Enobaria, Brutus, Gloss, and Cashmere, etc.

Haymitch and Puma are almost Identical, Puma just has slightly longer hair and doesn't drink away his problems.

"Sometimes I really worry about the people who like your company, Royal. You are absolutely crazy." Haymitch took a gulp from his glass and set it down on the table.

I saw her clenching her hands again and slipped my arm around her waist, she laid her head on my shoulder and snapped "Sometimes I worry about your liver, Abernathy." and taking a deep breath she finished "But then I remember you do that to yourself, I do the things I do for the people I love and I cannot control it."

He was refilling his glass "and your point is. . .?" He trailed off and reaised an eyebrow.   

She knocked the glass from his hand with her foot, watching it shatter on the floor and spray liquor all over.

"You, however, can stop anytime you want if you try hard enough, if you die from alcohol poisoning it's your fault. If I die I will die a well earned death becauseI died protecting someone." She said.

All heads snapped toward the television when the gong started counting down from sixty. I grabbed her hand, giving it a hard squeeze. She squeezed back, her eyes shutting too.

"Finnick, I'm scared. What if he doesn't make it passed the blood bath?" She whispered, her voice shaking as she did.

"He will be fine, I promise you, he will be fine" I whispered back. 

"But what if he isn't?! What if he gets himself murdered?" The clock was going on fifteen seconds.

"He will live, I swear to you."

Ten seconds.

Nine seconds.

"Finnick what if he dies?"

Seven seconds.

Six seconds.

"He will be fine."

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second.

Gong

Bohemian Royal

Gong

I have never left a room so quickly in my life. That was just too much. Way, way too much to deal with. My mind was going haywire, and it was too hot in there. Or maybe that was myh imagination. Whatever, I needed out.

I ran to my room , threw myself on the bed and fell asleep.

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"Bohemian, get up. He is still alive."

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