unforgivable ➸ finnick odair

T W E N T Y

My name is Electra May Reine. I am from District Five. I am 17 years old. I used to have a little sister. Her name was Breeze Alison Reine. She's dead now. I have a mother. Her name is Alison Reine. She's still in Five, I think. I used to have a father called Daniel. He's dead now. He died in a power plant accident, I think. I don't know.

I saw Breeze in the arena. It wasn't her, though. The Capitol made it look and sound like her. I hate the Capitol. All it's ever done is hurt me. Desiree and Sean say that I shouldn't say or write stuff like that. But it's the truth. 

Desiree and Sean are still very nice to me. They know what it's like. Being a victor. Being a murderer. I think the other victors will too. I hope so. 

My name is Electra May Reine. I won the Hunger Games. That's what the Capitol says. But have I really escaped the arena? Or is a new nightmare starting?

My name is Electra May Reine. I am from District Five. I am 17 years old. I used to have a little sister. Her name was Breeze Alison Reine. She's dead now. She said I killed her. Did I kill her? Finnick Odair killed her. I hate him. But I didn't volunteer. Why didn't I? It's my fault. Fake-Breeze was right.

My name is Electra May Reine. I am from District Five. I survived the Games. I killed people. 23 other people died in the arena. I didn't. 

I wish I did.

---

"So, we should start preparing for your Victor's Interview," Sean said when I arrived in the room on day 6 of my 7-day rest period.

"Sure. What is there to prepare?" I asked, examining my fingernails in disinterest. 

"You know you'll have to watch the games there, right?" Desiree inquired. I nodded.

"Yeah. Do I need an angle?" I asked, looking up and frowning. I didn't know if I could fake another emotion when re-watching May and Bolt's deaths, not to mention Everly and to a lesser extent Ocean's. The re-watching part was hard enough.

"No, definitely not. Just make sure to seem as likable as possible. A real struggle, I know," Sean joked.  I cracked a half-smile, but nothing more. After the games, smiling felt strangely... empty. 

"Is that all?" I asked, already taking out my rather simple green spiral notebook and pen. Desiree and Sean had kindly gifted me them after the games for me to vent in, and it had been a great help so far.

"Uh, no. We, erm, want you to meet with someone, actually," Sean said slowly and hesitantly. Grumbling under my breath, I pocketed my writing kit yet again and gave the both of them suspicious looks.

"Who?"

"... you'll see. They're waiting on the rooftop," Desiree explained, a strangely gleeful grin on her face. Raising a brow at them, I stood and made my way into the elevator, pressing the topmost button.

"Good luck, El. Don't kill 'em, kay?" Desiree chirped cheerfully as the sleek elevator doors began to slide close.

"... no promises," I replied before I began shooting up.

---

I allowed myself an irritated sigh of annoyance as I arrived on the rooftop only to find no one waiting there.

"Thanks guys," I huffed as my slim fingers curled around the iron railing. The afternoon sun was just beginning to creep downwards towards it's resting place, and the cloudless sky was coloured a beautiful cerulean. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I stared out at the Capitol, decked out in the pompous, ridiculous styles it's people were known for.

"Déjà vu, huh?" A voice I recognized said behind me. Freezing in place, I slowly swiveled my head in his direction.

"What," I asked in a deceptively calm, level voice. "Are you doing here?" Finnick wasn't fooled, of course, and backed away slightly, raising his hands in the universal surrender position. I allowed a swift smirk to flit across my lips. Hell yeah I was threatening.

"Just wanted to talk, that's all," he said.

"We just spoke. That counts as talking. You can leave now," I sneered, glaring at him with hatred clear in my eyes. He rolled his annoyingly pretty sea green eyes and casually leaned against the railing, in annoyingly close proximity to me.

"Look, El - I mean, Electra," he amended hastily after I shot him a warning glance. "I know you hate me, and with good reason, I guess."

"There's no guessing about it," I snapped. He rolled his eyes again and plowed on.

"Anyway, you hate me, I can deal with you, that routine I'm fine with. What I'm not fine with is you cussing me out on live television, which, knowing you, you would do," he said. 

"You don't know me," I frowned, unwilling to admit that he had been spot on. The damned twinkle in his eyes showed that he was well aware of how correct he had been.

"I don't need to. So, I came here to make a deal. Here me out before you walk off, okay?" he added quickly when I released my vice-like grip on the metal railing and made to stalk off. I frowned, gaze flitting between Finnick and the oh-so-tempting elevator door before finally settling on the victor standing in front of me.

"Fine. Talk, Odair," I ordered.

"It's simple, really. You don't slander my very existence on live television or on a magazine article or basically ever, and I don't have to retaliate. We both save face. Deal?" he asked, an arrogant air about him as he looked at me.

"I'm not worried about you retaliating," I spat. He just smirked confidently.

"Oh really? You might be a rather popular victor in the Capitol already, Ellie darling," he said in an amused fashion, not stopping even after I pinned him down with another death glare. "But I am Finnick Odair. My word is practically law in this place. Between you and me, who do you think people would go for? No offense, but you can be rather... unlikable."

"Offense taken," I sneered, but inside my head I was carefully calculating his offer, picking it apart piece by piece. He was, though I loathed to admit it, right. Finnick Odair held 5 times as much sway in this hellhole of a city than I did, as of now that is. Going against him was pretty much placing a death sentence on yourself - the journalists who had targeted him had probably learned that the hard way.

"... deal." I said after a while. After all, you had to lose some battles to win the war, and this was just another battle. To my annoyance, his face split open in a grin of satisfaction.

"Knew you would accept, Ellie," he said cheerfully. I resisted the urge to stomp my foot childishly and settled for glaring at him again.

"Electra. We're not friends. We'll never be friends." I snapped before whirling around and hurrying to the elevator door. I turned around and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief as the doors closed shut, but a cough to the left of me made me pause.

"Hello there, Lectry," Finnick Odair smirked, smiling his stupidly perfect smile. I groaned out loud.

This was going to be a long elevator ride.

---

"How was you guys' little chat?" Desiree asked as soon as I trudged through the entrance of Floor Six, District Five's floor since there was a reception floor and all.

"I hate you both," I grumbled as I flopped tiredly onto the couch and pulled out my notebook.

"Love you too!"