ATHENA GREY, WAS FOURTEEN WHEN SHE WON HER GAMES..
'FOURTEEN? IS SHE DANGEROUS?'
EXTREMELY..SHE RAN INTO THE CORNUCOPIA AND TOOK OUT TEN TRIBUTES..ON HER OWN..
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dan·ger·ous
adjective
1. full of danger or risk; causing danger; peril...
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"SHE'S ALIVE...SHE'S ALIVE..."
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Standing underneath the warm water, I let the layers of make-up roll down off my hands and arms. The faint bruises and pale skin peeking through. I could feel the thickness of it, roll down my arms and fall down the drain with the water. It felt amazing to get it off and let myself breathe. The fake image that the Capitol wanted, gone. I wasn't a healthy, happy Victor that they always saw me as. I was a starving and sleep deprived prisoner in the Capitol, while Panem was in the middle of a civil war. I was miles and miles away from my family⎯from Finnick, who was in who knows where.
Grabbing one of the mini shampoo bottles, I pour some shampoo into my hand. Rubbing it in my hair, I moved my head to the side, thinking about what life would be like if the Games never existed. Would Finnick and I have ever met? Would the district's still be a thing? Would Snow be president? Would my Dad still be around? Hell, would I know where or what happened to him? Rinsing my hair, I grab my conditioner bottle and pour some in my hand. Slowly rubbing it in my hair, my eyes closed as I drowned myself in my thoughts.
"I wanna go home." I whisper.
Rinsing the last of my conditioner and soap, I turn off the water grabbing my towels. I wanted nothing more than to bask in the warmth of the water. Who knows how long it'll be until I get another one? Rubbing off any spray droplets of water, I slip on my sports bra and underwear, still in my own little world. Stepping out of the shower, I grab my navy blue shirt and oversized shirts with the Capitol logo printed on the side.
Slipping on the shirt, I look at the bruise that was beginning to form on my knees from when the Peacekeeper's dragged me out of the interview⎯rather forcefully. I remember seeing pure red. I could remember my shouts and curses at them. I knew that they wanted me to feel guilty. But the thing was, I didn't regret a single bit, not a second.
"What⎯he's⎯Finnick's alive? You lied to me. You ALL lied to me!" I shout, standing up from my seat.
"Miss.Grey." Cesar said, but I cut him off with a glare.
Pointing at one of the Peacekeeper's, I glared at everyone in the room, who was staring at me still in shock at my outburst. Jaws dropped and eyes widened in fear as I scanned everyone. Until I rested my eyes on the very Peacekeeper who escorted me into the room. His helmet was off, but he was still wearing his name tag with his I.D number on it making it easier to identify him.
"You can tell, your precious little President Snow! TO FUCK OFF! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT HE'LL DO TO ME! HE LIED TO ME!" I shout, taking steps towards him.
"Miss.Grey." He tries.
"YOU FUCKERS LIED TO ME! I HAVE BEEN YOUR FUCKING TOY SINCE I WAS FIFTEEN YEARS OLD! I NEVER ONCE, FOUGHT BACK BECAUSE I KNEW BETTER! BUT YOU FUCKING TELL ME THAT FINNICK IS DEAD AND IT'S MY FAULT? WHEN YOU'VE KNOWN THIS WHOLE TIME IT WAS A LIE!" I shout, shoving him up against the wall; using the collar of his uniform to keep him in place.
