ODDS

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Alana

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰.

I laid in my cell, conjuring up ideas of color in my head. I could already feel my mind letting loose. I was going crazy.

Swirls of blood across a canvas.

Tar quaking beneath my feet.

They'd seen how it affected me. So now, torture consisted of blood droplets upon my face and tar ripping the skin and muscle from my bones. I couldn't see myself to notice the changes, but man, did I feel them.

My body felt like paper. Thin. Flimsy. Breakable. One tear and I was done for.

For the last few weeks, I was in and out of consciousness. Maybe. I couldn't quite tell time anymore. It was just one long stream of consciousness to the next.

Consciousness.

Something I didn't want at the moment.

Dead by morning.

I heard their voices when they thought I was sleeping. I heard their plans to tear the Revolution apart. No more war. No more peace.

Just the games.

Just Snow.

Just misery.

I thought about Finnick, whose face I couldn't quite picture anymore. Something was off when I imagined him. I couldn't decide if it was the nose or the way his lips formed when he talked. But something wasn't right. I only remembered his voice.

I wished I remembered.

Dead by morning.

It didn't matter then. We'd all be dead soon, anyway. I'd told Peeta that maybe we'd see everyone, wherever it is we went to next. Next life. Next time. Beyond.

I longed for that beyond, the sweet arms of death. It was getting harder and harder to push away from it. I tasted it on my lips, felt it on my fingertips.

I told Peeta their plan.

He panicked.

He didn't see the beauty of it like I did. Death in all its finality.

Dead by morning.

***

Finnick

"𝓘'𝓶 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 doing better, Finnick." Prim looked at me with her innocent eyes. As soon as I'd actually met her, I knew why Katniss had volunteered in the first place. Even if it was Snow's plan all along.

"Thanks for helping me out, doc." I quirked at the girl beside me. She only smiled in response.

Suddenly a small frame crawled onto my lap, ducking under my arms which were resting on the table before me.

"Bonnie, get off of Uncle Fin. He's eating, darling." Mary scolded, reaching out for her daughter. Zane held a growing Noah in his arms as he shoveled food down his throat, watching Bonnie as she blocked my own plate.

I grinned. "She can sit in my lap. We're cool, right Bonnie?"

I looked to the girl who answered with a "Right!" before peering over to her mom, who gave a tight-lipped look. I laughed.

"Seriously. It's fine. I missed my little Bonnie, anyway!" I sent the girl into a fit of giggles as I tickled her mercilessly. Everyone at the table smiled at the little girl.

Our smiles were slapped off of our faces as alarms blared in the cafeteria. I quickly grabbed hold of Bonnie's ears to cut out the loud noise.

"This is a code red alert. Please, remain calm and begin evacuation protocol."