ODDS

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 a few times in my life that I had been thrown into complete and utter chaos.

There was that time on New Year's, the one I was forced to spend at the Capitol when I was seventeen. I'd almost gotten trampled to death in a stampede of half drunk, half high Capitol citizens. Luckily, Finnick had found me crouched under a store's awning, shaking like a leaf.

And again, only a few months later, at a party just outside of the Capitol's hottest bar, I'd almost been kidnapped by a group of overly excited Capitol teens. Finnick had been there to save the day, too.

So it was no surprise that when Peeta announced the baby; all of the victors stood together, hands together and heads held high; and the lights abruptly turned off, only to unleash a chaos that rivalled anything I'd ever experienced, that Finnick was there.

"Hold on to me. Don't let go." he commanded over the roar surrounding the place. I nodded without any argument.

Even amidst the darkness, I saw Capitol citizen's running towards the exits, and still more jumping onto the stage. It was a full on riot.

No wonder the lights were cut and the cameras turned off. This would be the start of a revolution if it got too out of hand.

"Finnick!" I screamed, pointing at the edge of the stage, where he had been leading us. He stopped abruptly as soon as he saw them.

Peacekeepers.

"Come on. This way." Is all he said before grabbing my hand and pulling me backstage. The other victors seemed to be going the same way, trying to avoid any interaction with Peacekeepers.

Suddenly, a tug on the back of my dress pulled me backward. I fell to the ground, hitting my head hard against the ground. I groaned, turning to face my opponent.

A man in a bright suit and wild red hair held a confused, yet awe-filled look in his eyes, like he was seeing something magnificent for the first time.

"You're real." He panted, shock evident in his voice. My eyebrows twitched as they furrowed, staring intently at the man as blood formed at the corner of my temple.

Of course I was real.

As soon as I had seen him, he was gone, pushed backward off of his feet. Finnick stood there, grabbing my arms tightly.

"Come on." He directed with flushed cheeks. "Come on, stand up."

I did as he commanded, helping Finnick pick up my dress. As quickly as we could, we rushed backstage, finding safety, but also a stressful air.

I dropped my dress, the toll of the recent events aching my muscles. The heavy dress didn't help, and I felt my eyes droop in exhaustion.

Finnick took my head in his hands, concentrating heavily on something above my eyes.

"You okay?" He asked. I felt the blood trickle down my forehead, catching in my eyebrow. I nodded.

"We can check you out when we get back to the room. Are you sure your okay? I can help you to the elevator, if you need me to." Finnick continued worriedly. I shook my head, trying to find my words.

"Alana, are you okay?" Another voice sounded. Finnick and I snapped to our left, only to find Johanna and Zane. I winced at the throbbing of my head.

"I'll be fine. Thanks, Johanna." She nodded just before being called over by her district partner, Blythe. We waved as she left the scene.

"There you two are. Mags was taken back to the rooms already. She knew something like this could happen." Zane came behind Finnick, clasping his shoulder and studying over the two of us. "Are you both alright? Alana?"