Now you see me

maybe the end is the beginning

Note- I don't own the Hunger games, this is just a fan fiction.

Katniss's POV;

I shine the light from Cressida's gun down the shaft. Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a sliver parachute, Mags laughing, a oink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.

Finnick's POV;

I wake up covered in slug, my head banging and my clothes ruined. Where was I? Hell who was I? Why can't I remember anything? I try to think back to my last thought, but its not there. Not like when someone asks you what your favorite book is and your mind goes blank and your left standing there like an idiot. No. This was different. Its just not there. There's nothing there. How is this possible? Maybe it's not. Maybe this is just a dream. Yeah that's it. This is a dream. I'll wake up in a minute to my really life. What ever that is. God why can't I remember anything? Its a dream, a dream, just wait. So I do. I sit and wait in what I can only assume is the sewers? I sit in the junk for what feels like hours when I finally feel my self drifting off. About time I think to my self as I lose consciousness.

Katniss's POV:

'Annie I'm sorry.' The red head looks up at me, only one thought in her mind.

'Where's Finnick?' Oh god. How do I tell her?

'Annie Finnick he didn't-'

'No. No. Don't. I think I know what your going to say, and I don't believe you.' Oh that poor, mad girl.

'Annie I'm sorry its true.'

'No its not, its not. Finnick, my Finnick, survivor of the hunger games, not once but twice. Fighter in the rebellion, does. Not. Die.' She chokes up at the 'die' bit, her eyes glazing over with tears. 'Now tell me where Finnick is.'

' Annie he's not coming back' I feel tears in my eyes now. Oh god Finnick why did you have to leave?

' Where is he?'

'What?'

'Where is he, Finnick where is he, I want to see him.'

' No, Annie, you don't. The mutts, they- they' I begin to choke up,'they got him, he'll be in pieces,' just like me, I sit down and reach out to hold her hand, she snatches it back.

'I want to see him.'

'Annie- Annie we, we left his body.'

'Take me to him,' what? This girl was mad, he was in the sewers.

'Annie, we can't I'm sorr-'

'Take. Me. To. Him. You got him killed, this is your fault. Now take me to him.' She's crying now, hugging her self, trembling with pain.

' Annie he's in the sewers, we can't take you there we-'

'No you can take me there, you don't want to take me there. It would go against your regulations.' She says the last part with such hatred, it nearly nocks me back.

'You and your stupid rebellion, taking people to their deaths, saying they sacrificed them self's for everyone, while you sit here, with a few cuts. And. That's. It.' This part gets under my skin,  nothing but a few scratches? How about Peeta getting hijacked? Prim? The metal trauma? That's it, I get up grab her wrist, look her right in the eye and say

'You want to see your boyfriends mangled body? Fine. Let's go.' And with that I storm out the room, dragging her along behind me.

Authors note;
Hope that was okay! Will try to update soonish, leave feedback in the comments