nightmare + f. odair✔

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Octavias tumbling under the abyss came to a stop, and she was suprised to say that although her lungs burnt like hell, she was- alive.

She forced herself to kick to the surface, coughing profusely as she pulled herself onto the large rock.

She layed on her stomach, her arms bruising from her harsh enter to the water when she was flung from the rock.

She heard a gasp, and then footsteps against wet rock as someone turned her over.

She opened her eyes to see Finnicks green eyes gazing down at her, a worried yet relieved look in his eyes.

"Hi," she croaked, her throat raspy. Finnick only leaned down and captured his lips with hers, moving them softly agaisnt her wet, salty ones.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," he mumbled against her mouth, his eyes closed and his forehead against hers.

Octavia let a tear escape, the droplet blending in with her already wet face.

"I promise," she assured, taking his hand and standing shakily.

"Alright, love birds. Lets get off the bloody island," Johanna chipped in, a small gleam in her eyes as she excitedly winked at Octavia, who gave a vulgar gesture in response.

Octavia glanced over at Katniss, looking over the soaking wet girl who had fell in like her.

"You're okay?" She asked, only relaxing when the younger brunette nodded. Octavia knew Katniss had to stay alive, she had to survive this.

Something inside her said it was only the beginning.

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"Besides Brutus and Enobaria, whose left?" Katniss asked once the group was situated on the beach.

Octavia was leaned against a tree, fiddling with her knife.

"Maybe Chaff, just those three," Peeta said, rubbing a hand over his face.

"They know they're out-numbered, I doubt they'll attack again. We're safe on the beach," Finnick glanced down at Octavia, who only sent him an assured smile. He wouldn't leave her side, and checked on her every five minutes it seemed.

"So what, we hunt them down?" Johanna chimed in with a scoff, and Octavia only laughed quietly as she relaxed against the tree.

"Katniss! Help me!"

Octavia furrowed her brow, standing up as she drew another knife.

Katniss looked distraught, and ran off while screaming what sounded like her sisters name.

Octavia immediately stood, running after her. She ran ahead of everyone else, being the fastest.

She finally caught up with Katniss, watching her pant as she turned to look at them.

"You okay?" Octavia asked, reaching out a hand to squeeze the girls shoulder.

"Tave, help me! Help me!"

"Ria.. RIA!" Octavia screamed, running after the sound of the voice.