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Jordan woke up slowly, her eyes flying in open as she stared at the high ceiling of her room. Her body felt static, unable to move as she stared. Her body ached, exhaustion of preparing for the day ahead already wearing her down.
"It's time," came Winnie's quiet voice.
And Jordan swiftly stood from her bed and followed the escort to her death.
"I don't want to go." Quinn cried into Finnick's shoulder, the Four victor sparing a look of panic to Johanna.
The woman shrugged, eyes alight with fire as she watched her friend.
"I'm gonna die," he gasped for air as Finnick took the boy's face in his hands. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die and leave you all alone."
Finnick didn't know what to do, his heart racing as he watched Quinten. He had seen it before, one of his episodes, but he didn't know how to calm him down.
Johanna seemed to have a better idea, pulling Quinn away from Finnick.
"Take a deep breath, okay?" Quinn nodded and did as told. "You are a victor one of the best victors. You aren't going to die unless you want to, Quinn."
The Killian nodded, furiously wiping at his tears. His chest softly began to rise and fall, the tears stopping as he pulled himself together.
"We have to go now, okay?" Finnick mumbled, running a hand through Quinn's hair. "I'll see you soon."
Quinn nodded, watching as his two friends left him alone.
With shaky hands he opened the door in front of him, slowly walking toward the tube to the arena.
"Want some company, kid?"
He jumped at Haymitch's voice, nodding softly once he regained composure.
"Quinn, there's a plan." Haymitch started off quietly, handing a ring to the boy. A thick golden ring with a flame outlined into it. "A plan to get Katniss out of the arena."
"I got it," he nodded. "Protect the girl on fire, right? Who else?"
"Jordan, Johanna, Finnick, Beetee, and Wiress. Peeta too, obviously."
Quinn nodded, pulling on the wetsuit that clung to his body.
"I'll get it done."
He stepped into the tube with a shaky breath, fighting back the panic as he let his mask of confidence wash over him.
"Hey, make sure you come out of there."
Quinn nodded, the tube slowly beginning to rise as he plastered on a smile.
Squinting at the bright light, a sense of familiarity coming over him as he smelled salt water.
Once his eyes adjusted he gave a wide smile, waving his hand, knowing there was at least one camera on him.
