Dangerous (Finnick Odair x OC)

two; The Reaper

Athena ran out of the house, unable to accept the fact that she was going back. But she had to. She ran into the closest cotton farm, and she screamed.

She screamed for the fact that Snow wanted to kill the victors again; she screamed for the fact that she was going to be back in that arena again; she screamed for the fact that she might have to kill some of her closest friends in that arena.

Her screams could be heard throughout the district as they pitied the youngest victor, for they knew what would happen. Her brother rushed into the cotton farm, trying to find his sister. And that was when he did.

She was kneeling in the middle of the field, surrounded by half grown cotton plants, bawling her eyes out. He quickly engulfed her in a hug, her resisting just made him hold her tighter. She soon stopped trying to get out of his arms and laid her head on his chest, sobbing profusely as she thought about her inevitable death. She was up against experienced killers, some of which her friends whom she had grown to love, how was she supposed to win?

Liam looked at the broken girl in his arms, wanting to help but how could he? He had never experienced the Games, he doesn't know the torture and the guilt that comes even after winning the games. He had never felt so useless as he held his baby sister in his arms, not knowing what or how to comfort her. He could only pat his sister's back, hoping that it would give her enough strength and comfort.

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During the week between the announcement and the reaping, Athena trained herself. She practised with her daggers, setting up makeshift targets to improve her accuracy and built up her stamina. Even after her Games ended and she was declared the victor, Athena never stopped training, so she was not as out of shape as some of the other victors who only drank and ate their life away. She had never felt so grateful for her nightmares for keeping her awake everyday to the point where she would have to be deadly tired to even get a wink of sleep.

As she trained, she thought of the other possible tributes that were definitely going into the arena. Katniss Everdeen, Victor of the previous games, is definitely going. She is the only female victor from 12. Athena felt a small surge of annoyance as she thought of the young seventeen year old, as she knew that Snow orchestrated this whole thing so that he could have another shot at killing Fire Girl, but that quickly faded as she recognised and applauded Katniss for giving hope for rebellion.

Johanna Mason. District 7. One of Athena's closest friends was also going to be there as she too, was the only female victor from her district. The sharp lethal tongue of Johanna's never failed to amuse her as vulgarities spill out of her mouth as naturally as Snow orchestrates 23 children dying every year. Athena was definitely looking forward to seeing Johanna, wanting to watch her interview with Caesar, knowing that it would be very amusing and a lot of it would not be very kid-friendly but her excitement faded upon realising that they would only have limited time together, before one or both of them gets taken away from the land of the living.

Her breath hitched as she was reminded of him. Finnick Odair. Her blue eyed, blond hair friend. Her friend who had already suffered so much because of the Capitol and is still continuing to suffer because of them. Her friend who had made her have very confused emotions every time they met. Her friend who deserves so much more. She still remembered their first meeting.

Athena was adorning a sparkly, golden dress with spaghetti straps and a low v-neckline that cut her at the right at the waist to tease her curves. She was wearing golden strappy heels that she could barely walk in and had a golden rose as a hair-pin with glitter sprayed all over her hair. Travis, her make-up artist, used gold and black eyeliner and gave her a red lip, making her look even more ethereal than she already is.

It was the end of her victory tour and it was time for the huge party at the Capitol that the Capitol throws to honour their new victor. Where was the newly crowned victor in this huge mess of a party you might ask? Well of course, she was...

Sitting at the balcony. By herself. Alone. Well, with a cup of wine to accompany her. Was she legal? No. But she was a victor and in the Capitol.

Athena sighed as she looked at the stars in the sky, wondering if she would ever be as free as them; wondering if she would ever be able to shine so brightly, now that she had the immense guilt of surviving.

"Aren't reapers supposed to be dressed in black?"

Athena turned around and looked at the man standing before her. He had bronze hair and was towering over her 5'3 figure. He had beautiful, sea-green eyes and Athena felt that if she stared long enough, she would get lost in them. His jawline was so chiseled that she felt that if she ran her finger over it, she would get cut.

He watched her awestruck expression and he chuckled. "Yeah, I have that effect on people. Finnick Odair." He held out his hand, with the intent of shaking her hand. Athena, breaking out of her stupor, embarrassingly shook his hand, suppressing the urge to find a hole so that she could jump in it and hide there forever.

"What's the center of the party doing here?"

Suddenly, Athena did not feel attracted to Finnick at all. 'He is just going to drag me back to the party. What a Capitol dog.' She thought. Athena scoffed and turned away from Finnick. He chuckled as he watched the expression on Athena face change when he said that statement. Amusedly, he said "Relax, I am not going to drag you back to the party." Athena turned her head in disbelief.

Upon looking at her shocked expression, he chuckled again. He leaned on the balcony, holding his cup of wine and looked at the sky adorned with millions of stars with a lonely look in his eyes.

"Because I felt the same way too."

After that meeting, she felt drawn to this handsome being and started to converse with him whenever they saw each other. He was her first victor friend outside of her district and she was his first trustworthy friend who saw him for who he was, besides Mags.

Athena stared at the makeshift targets with all the daggers meeting their mark at the bullseye and sighed. There was no way she would be able to win.

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It was time. The Reaping. One week passed in a flash and the dreaded occasion has arrived. Athena looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black leather pants with a black shirt and a black leather jacket over it. She wore her combat boots and tied her hair up in a messy ponytail. No more was she the little innocent girl that everyone loved. No. That girl died in the arena. She was going to become the person the Capitol made her out to be.

Athena Hunter.

The Reaper.