𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌'𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍, finnick odair

seven.

07

HAYMITCH ABERNATHY

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Evelyn stepped out of the elevator and scanned the small bar of the apartment complex that was designated for the Huger Games tributes every year. They had built a communal hangout area near the lobby with a bar and pool tables, obviously anticipating that the tributes would want to hang out before they were forced to murder each other. But they were wrong, hardly any tributes were seen there and it was more of a place for the mentors to place bets and earn sponsors for their tributes.

She quickly spotted the two drunkards, Haymitch and Atlas laughing loudly on their stools, leaving one space between them for Evelyn to sit on when she arrived. So when she did, she made herself comfortable and began to instantly snack on the pretzels and peanuts on the counter, gaining the attention of both the mentors.

"Ah, how nice of you to join us, Miss Miracle," Haymitch grinned and sipped on his bourbon loudly, drinking it right from the bottle, "I was afraid that you weren't going to come."

"Can we make it quick? I am scheduled to die in a week and I do not want to spend my last few living days sat at a bar with my head in a bottle of bourbon surrounded by two idiots. No offence."

Atlas stared at Haymitch before they both broke out laughing, silencing themselves when they received a lethal glare from the girl before she continued to eat the snacks. Organising the pretzel on the counter to stop her hands from shaking. It was usual and more frequent as the Hunger Games neared them, the body goes into overdrive and would begin to run of nerves and anxiety.

"I'll get straight to the point then," he pushed his hair from his eyes, "Are you planning on joining an alliance for these Games or dying solo? Because I have got a proposition for you, a once in a lifetime opportunity if you will. Ever since the 74th Games, there has been muttering of an uprising, a rebellion almost. All because of a certain brunette archer. Now I know that this sounds like a personal agenda but it isn't. I wouldn't ask you to do it in the first place if I didn't think that this could actually work, okay?"

There was a brief moment of silence between the three as Evelyn thought about it, "So, let me get this straight, you want me to put my life on the line so that Katniss can survive?"

He nodded his head, too busy drinking from the brown bottle to actually speak to her.

"And let's just say that I agree to do this, what will I get in return?"

"Anything within reason," he replied, a small smile dancing on his features at the thought of having Evelyn on his side.

"Fine."

"Wait, what?" Atlas gasped, his eyes almost bulging from his face with shock, "Evelyn, think this through. I understand that Katniss is important to the future and all, but this is your life that you are risking and think of your family. Especially Aeliana!"

She shrugged her shoulders with defeat, it had been on her mind ever since her daughters birth. She would have nightmares of having to send Aeliana into the arena and watching her die in the most brutal ways possible. "If I don't help Katniss win, then there is no future. Of course I want to be there for Aeliana. But what happens when she is old enough to be reaped? Snow would never pass up that opportunity." Evelyn felt blood burst in her mouth as she bit down too hard. "But I do have some terms to our agreement, my family is to be moved from District 11. Rue's family too. Thresh's sister and grandmother. Chaff's brother."

Haymitch patted her back and watched as a tear fell from her eye. "And-" words caught in her throat, "And you get my daughter out of there no matter what happens. You tell her that her mother died to save her life and so she can have a future, alright?"