unforgivable ➸ finnick odair

S E V E N T E E N

IM BACK BITCHESSSSSS

After what seemed like an eternity, the rainfall ceased, though clouds of artificial mist remained from the fake rain. The fog was thick and even from our position in the damp cave both Ocean and I could tell that venturing outside would be dangerous, but staying for such a long time in the small cave had made us antsy and desperate for fresher air, so as soon as the pitter-patter of rain disappeared, both of us were out of the compressing rock walls in an instant, bags slung messily over our shoulders as we took huge gulps of air.

"AIR! FRESH, NON INTERIOR OF A CAVE AIR!" Ocean cackled insanely, spreading her arms wide as she dropped to her knees and let the faint breeze weave it's way through her tousled brown hair. All caution went out the window as I joined in, our laughter mixing in with the chirps of birds. The wind felt cold against my skin, but in an indescribably good way.

After a while, our carefully honed survival instincts kicked in and we immediately fell silent and began to move away from the cave, sometimes having to grope around through the mist, which seemed to grow thicker with every step we took. Eventually, however, we stumbled across a clearing that we could rest in. 

"Well, I can't say I'm not glad to be out of that place," Ocean grinned, digging out our scarce remaining rations out of her backpack. We had had 10 bread buns at the beginning of the storm, and through our careful rationing processes we had 1 bun remaining. Gratefully taking the half bun that the district four girl had given me, I took a small bite out of the cold bun and couldn't help the grimace that formed on my face. Sure, it was Capitol made, but many days in a row of eating the same food over and over again made it seem tasteless.

"Suddenly, I miss the good old nuts and berries a lot more," I muttered. Ocean nodded at my statement, greedily finishing her tiny meal at the speed of light.

"Agreed," she said, briskly wiping off her hands.

"So, what now?" I asked, finishing off the crumbs of my meal. The brunette sitting across from me shrugged and stretched, yawning and rubbing her eyes at the brightness of the sun.

"Who knows? And who -" she gasped abruptly mid-sentence, and the both of us lowered our gazes to the silver sword blade that was currently protruding from her chest - right at where her heart was.

She fell almost in flow motion, a small strangled noise escaping her throat as she toppled to the side, blood quickly staining her black jacket and beginning to trickle from the corner of her mouth. Behind her, Chip from District 3 still seemed shocked and horrified as he pulled his sword out of Ocean's convulsing body, the tip coated in her thick crimson blood. Swiftly snapping back to my senses, I rose to my feet and pointed my trident at the small, quivering boy, anger and tears clouding over my vision.

"Leave. Now," I snarled, and with shaky hands, he complied with my order and fled the scene. My resolve crumbled as soon as his head disappeared into the midst of the trees, my golden trident falling limply from my hands as I hurried over to my former ally, collapsing to my knees and shaking her body roughly, tears rapidly falling from my eyes.

BOOM.

Ocean hadn't been as lucky (or unlucky?) as Bolt and May - Chip's blade had penetrated right through her heart, and by the time I had gotten to her prone body, she had already died, her precious lifeblood pooling around her and staining my hands red. There was nothing I could do but whisper a belated farewell and promise to win for her. No comforting songs or hand-holding with her, but at least she hadn't suffered as much as Bolt and May - a swift, maybe almost painless death. Every tribute's dream.

Shaking myself out of my morbid stupor, I slowly pushed myself to my feet and completed the same process I seemed to do with each dead tribute - raid their bag. Ocean and I had shared our scarce combined supplies roughly evenly, so all I had to do was dump her gear into my bag, avoid looking at her drying blood on my hands and her corpse still lying on the bloodstained grass and get the hell out of the clearing.

I really couldn't get a lucky break in this torturous game, could I?

---FINNICK POV :D---

"Well, that's my last tribute down," I grimaced, wincing as Ocean twitched and shuddered on the ground. Johanna and Desiree nodded as they watched beside me, Desiree with a proud look on her face as Electra jabbed her trident in the perpetrator's direction, an expression of immense fury on her face.

"Unlucky, dude," Johanna said offhandedly, tossing back another glass of amber liquid and grinning manically. Rolling her eyes at her fellow mentor's antics, Desiree just shot me a slightly pitying look before turning back to watch the screen in interest - after all, it was focused on her last remaining tribute. 

With nothing else better to do, I arose from my seat on the couch, muttering goodbye to my companions as I stretched lazily and jogged out of the lounge, heading towards my personal sponser's station. I still had plenty of money from my... appointments, which I had been planning of saving up to get Ocean something big later on, but since that wouldn't be happening...

I hummed in thought as I eyed the small screen in front of my station, which was currently broadcasting Electra's every move - the Capitol seemed to love the fiery yet compassionate girl from Five, and I understood why; she seemed to have an aura about her. Right now, she seemed to be sitting in a meadow, muttering intelligibly to herself and seemingly in a daze. The games seemed to be crashing down on her, and for good reason - she had made it to the final four, a feat not many could ever accomplish. 

A smirk formed on my face as my gaze flickered towards the hefty amount of money I had stored up in my 68th Games mentor account, and then to the price list. A curved, sharpened katana caught my eye almost immediately, and I recalled my tributes telling me all about their fellow tributes.

"That Electra from 5, she's pretty handy with a katana from what I've seen."

Yes, this was exactly what she needed to get her head back into the game. 

---ELECTRA POV---

My eyes snapped up immediately as I heard the faint, tell-tale ding of an approaching parachute. Sure enough, the elongated metal container was floating down above me at a slow, leisurely pace. After impatiently snatching it out of the air, I tore the white parachute off of the package and curiously opened it. 

Sitting pretty inside of the container was a sleek, gleaming silver katana with a jet black handle that, when I gingerly removed the blade from the supply package, seemed to mould perfectly into my hand. Grinning madly, I stood up and couldn't help but give it a few test swings - at first, my skills were a bit rusty, but soon enough the blade was slicing through the air like it was butter. It was then that I noticed the small note that had come with the katana, hidden in the package. Picking it up, my eyes skimmed over the words scrawled onto the small piece of paper and raised an eyebrow.

Electra, the note read. I heard from my tributes that you were 'pretty handy' with this thing. Good luck. Love, F. There was also a small heart written next to the single letter. Shrugging, I pocketed the note and turned to the sky, flashing my mysterious benefactor a rare smile.

"Thanks, F," I said quietly, before slinging my bag over my shoulder, adjusting my grip on both my trident and my newly acquired katana, and trudging back into the forest.

After all, I had made it this far - it was either go big or go home.

And I owed it to everyone - Breeze, my mum, my deceased dad, Bolt, May, Ocean, this strange F person - to make it back to Five.