Ember (THG Mockingjay sequel)

Chapter 14

What do you know another cover change.

Chapter 14-

"Finnick stop joking around that stuff isn't funny." I whimper, hoping for him to apologize and say he was only kidding.

"I'm sorry Prim but I wasn't messing around. I meant to tell you sooner." He sighs, rubbing his face with his hand.

"Are you sure they want to kill us? I know this is the hunger games but are they all against us? How do you know this? How long have you known?" I spastically shoot out questions, worry becoming evident.

"Please don't worry too much about this. I shouldn't have told you." Finn says giving me a mournful look.

"You told me that people are more after us than anyone else of course I want to know everything I'm so scared Finn! This is all messed up!" I rant aimlessly, trying to keep my breathing steady.

"Calm down Rose Flower," Finnick says, sticking his arms out and holding my arms. "Now that my big mouth said it, let me tell you all I know. Paylor rigged the reapings. You know how famous our parents are, and how much they were involved in the revolution. He made sure we were chosen as punishment to our parents. Well, the parents we still have alive. But that's not all. He rigged the other districts so that experienced killers with no morals were sent in. People that would be okay with killing a defenseless twelve year old. Not to mention making sure most of them were high above your age. I don't know what he promised them, but it must be bigger than the overall prize because everyone has their focus on us. Yeah, if them come across other tributes they'll kill them, but we're everyone's main goal. They're looking for us, we can't stay in one place too long. This isn't the hunger games, this is the Let's See How Much Pain We Can Cause The Mokingjay and Associates Through Indirect Public Execution of Their Children games." Finnick explains.

"How do you know this? How long have you known?" I ask, shaking nervously.

"I was in the bathroom right before the opening ceremonies. I was in the stall and they were at the sink talking about some big prize they're gonna get when they kill us and become victor. I'm still not entirely sure about the matter but I asked my mentor and she couldn't exactly confirm or deny anything. If it were true, they sure wouldn't let our mentors in on it."He says. I slump down to the ground and everything seems to become more evident. I am surrounded by unfamiliar trees in a closed in arena with a target on my back. I can't just hide and wait around for most of the people to die, they're going to come looking for me. I'm not ready to die. I can't protect myself though. I don't want to kill. I am weak and young hiding in the safety of Finnick's strength. I'll die in here. This is it. He extends an arm and places it on my shoulder, rubbing back and forth. I shrug it away and want to move further and run so bad. Why should I bring Finnick down with me? I don't want him to die too. Shakily, I stand up and grab my bow, securing my knife in my belt. I reach for the bow and quiver laying next to the spears and sling my quiver over my shoulder, straightening my posture.

"You're tough kiddo, we can take 'em together." He assures, offering a white toothed smile. Only his lips speak lies and I can't believe them. Even his eyes show distress. So I let the panic that has been boiling inside me since last week take over and I run. My feet carry me blindly through the green and my heart and lungs hammer in my chest, not able to take the stress. I could scream but instead I cry. I cry like the little scared girl I am. I'm just trying to act tough. I didn't need to play the innocent angle during training. I am the innocent angle. I can hear Finn yelling after me. He's still weak and now he has to chase me. Why can't he just leave me alone? I don't want him to get any more hurt. Somehow I find myself flying face-first into the ground, and under further inspection find it was due to an outstretched branch I hadn't noticed before. Like the little girl I am, I push myself up letting out a wail and sit with my legs cross out in the open. My arrows went flying when I fell and now lay scattered around me. I have one arrow in my shaft. I'm in no shape to take on any tributes if they were to appear. Part of me just wants them to kill me already. Chances are I'll die anyway. I hate these thoughts. I hate myself for being so selfish. My parents and Barler are counting on me and I'm sitting here being a coward and crying. I'm not worthy of being victor. But they want me to be. I'm not my mother. I'm not Katniss, nor Peeta. I'll never be a worthy daughter of theirs. They should've gotten a better child. Finnick is better than me. He deserves to be victor so much. I just wish all of this was easier.

"Prim please!" I hear the distant shout of Finnick just as I think about him. I let out another sob and wipe the fallen tears with my sleeve. Shakily, I pull myself up by grasping onto a tree knob. I try to stand straight and whisk away my tears. I'm pathetic. The leaves beside me rustle and Finn bounds through, looking insanely tired and pale. He bends over and throws up next to my shoes, coughing and wheezing.

"Ew, oh god." I mutter flinging a piece of puke off my boot. At the sound of my voice Finnick looks up and gives me a full toothed smile. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and suffocated me in a hug. My head barely reaches his ribs when he's bent over.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I made you panic. I didn't mean to I didn't think you'd freak out that bad." He apologizes. Within second of being in his embrace my body starts to calm down, slowly stopping the uncontrollable shaking. I'm tired of hearing so many "sorry"s. Sorry is starting to loose its meaning.

"Look it's fine, I shouldn't have overreacted. We both made each other panic today and you don't look so good, you should sit down." I say, not in the mood to go back in forth. I want to forget about what happened quickly. I'm embarrassed that this was on live television. We certainly can't count on any soup or medicine from our sponsors anytime soon. To prove I won't run away this time, I pull out of the hug and guide him down to sit with me.

"Yeah, go ahead," An unfamiliar voice echoes, I can't pinpoint where from. "Take a seat and enjoy the show."

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