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When Katniss heard the faint knocking at door she knew this was it there no way she could hide from it anymore, her body didn’t belong to her anymore. She knew probably by the end of that she wouldn’t be a virgin anymore she knew Snow would put her to work as soon as possible. Katniss hadn’t really thought about that, her virginity was the only innocent thing she had left – she had killed people in the games, she swore, she drunk at the Capitol and now they wanted to take the last thing. She wouldn’t be Katniss Everdeen anymore. Then who would she be?

When Finnick Odair walked in and she truely saw him for the first time it was like he was different person, he seemed hurt and destroyed. He seemed truly sorry for whatever he was going to tell Katniss. She should sit? She couldn’t, she felt like if she was fall then she would never stop. Forever falling in the darkness without anyone there to catch her. As she scanned around the room for a chair she ended up shaking her head and chose to stay standing. As she starred at Finnick for a moment she was stunned at how different he was from the way he had been portrayed; he looked venerable, he looked human.

Katniss shook at her head at the thought of her family being hurt.

“They threatened them; so I came willingly.”

She mumbled, her dreaded facial expression didn’t move. There was a long pause of silence between the two victors, what was there to say? I’m sorry this is happening to you? You won the Games this is nothing? Katniss couldn’t stop the shaking her body was mixture of nerves and fear. What would people say when they found out?

“They did this to you?” Katniss asked out of curiosity, Finnick was known to be a flirt and a heart breaker but was everything a lie? Was he this way because the Capitol was forcing him to. Was Katniss starring at her future? That Panem would think she was whore.

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Slowly, he nodded -- understanding. Finnick hadn't come willingly. He had been so young, he hadn't understood the consequences of his actions. The Capitol had asked to sell him once he turned sixteen. And, at barely fifteen years old, Finnick assumed that if they were asking; that meant he had the right to turn it down.

They had warned him.

It was vague, but it was a warning. He was given a chance to change his mind.

And he didn't.

His sister was reaped the following year -- dead and gone within a day of being in the arena. And then his father had a boating accident -- disappeared while the boat was still docked. That was all it took for him to take them seriously. For the first time in his young life, Finnick was fearful of the Capitol.

Licking his lips, Finnick leaned against the arm of one of the chairs and folded his arms over his chest. He wanted to deny it, but he could only press his eyes shut and nod. "Since I was sixteen."

He chuckled; actually managed a laugh and glanced back up at her. "You were probably too young to remember. ...They made a big deal out of my sixteenth birthday here... they brought me in from Four and--" Finnick stopped and looked down at the ground again. He had to cut himself off. All these years later and it still made his skin crawl. "It - it was a bidding war, more or less. --To decide who would get me first."

"I'm sorry this is happening to you."

Sorry about her. About himself. About Cashmere and Gloss and all the rest. Sorry for poor Johanna for losing her family. "...Snow. He wants me to -- to mentor you." Finally, he looked up again, saw her shaking.

"I don't know what good I can do... But, you won't go through this alone. I promise." He didn't want her to get as bad as got. There were still lingering moments -- when he remembered what the solitude felt like. If he could help it, Finnick would never let her feel like that. Not to that point.

"If we can survive those Games, we'll get through this... It doesn't always feel like it, but you and your family; you'll always have a place in Four with mine."

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Capitol Casualities | Tortured!Finnick & Hijacked!Katniss

Katniss saw his hesitation and couldn’t help but feel sad. Her friend had been tortured because of her and the one thing he loved was ripped from him. Going home without being cured would be impossible but to imagine Finnick anywhere but District 4 was not something she could see. He was built for the water, like a fish.

She swallowed hard, glancing over at Peeta again as he said real. Why save him if he’s a mutt? He’s a mutt,she thought before narrowing her eyes at him. He’s not a mutt, you asked Finnick to save him. But the Careers, he helped them find you Katniss. A part of her believed that he was a mutt but she trusted Finnick, knew him better than anyone here and he wouldn’t lie. She looked back at him, “he told you to tell me that, real or not real?”

Finnick could only watch her mull it over -- could see her visibly thinking things over. "Not real." He managed a half-hearted smile. "He's only worried about you. That's all he's said." He could hardly imagine what they had done to her. Infused with trackerjacker venom -- it made her fearful for her safety, for the people she cared about's safety. He barely knew the real Katniss, but he missed her desperately. Finnick wanted so badly to protect her and it killed him that he had failed.

"Everything I'm telling you has been from my memory. And, I'll keep it that way, okay? I won't tell you what anyone else has told me." He paused, eyes fluttering down for a quick moment. "You trust me, right? For that much at least..?"

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Snow made it very clear that Katniss needed to sell her body to the Capitol, the excuse he used was she had to say thank you to all her fans and sponsors for keeping her alive. But she know it was just to give the Capitol more money; he made that clear when he threaten her family and friend’s life if she said no. The whole reason she was in the Games was for her sister, she wasn’t going to give up on her now.

Katniss felt so helpless as her arrow was pointed at Cato while he threaten Peeta’s life. If she shot Catp he would drag the Peeta back and that was it. She would be alone. The Cato smirked at her through his bloody face as Peeta screamed at Katniss to help her but she couldn’t do anything, she couldn’t even fire the arrow. With a shake of Cato’s head towards Katniss Peeta jolted backwards in to the barking beast… dragging Cato with him. Katniss tried to scream, tried to jump in after him but she frozen and no noise would come out when she spoke. But Peeta was the opposite.. his screams ringed in her ears as if they were her thoughts. “Katniss kill me!” All she could do was watch…watch each part of his body get ripped off – an arm, a leg – with a loud thud and a tap at her feet she looked down. His head.

Peeta’s last words jolted Katniss out of her day dream to remind her where she was – on the train to the Capitol. Peeta’s last act of throwing himself to the mutt’s would haunt Katniss forever. The fast train made it so each colour that past was mixture of the next colour and all those around it – this was a beautiful site to Katniss when she was on this train with Peeta but now she would made out shapes of his screaming face, so she turned away. In her short time she spent at District 12 she had woken everyone up with a number of nightmares of the area and her mother had taught her a short trick of how to deal with them or how to calm herself down.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I won the 74th Hunger Games. Peeta Mellark is dead. I am on my way to the Capitol. My body doesn’t belong to me anymore.

Upon reaching the Capitol Effie greated her and took Katniss to her prep team to look more presentable. “Your going too see Finnick dear..” Effie spoke as she sorted Katniss’ shirt out. “Heaven’s knows why..” As Katniss watched Effie’s facial expression she realised Effie had no clue what Snow was making her do, none of them seemed to.

As she was pushed in to the empty room she noticed he was not there yet.. Katniss had only seen photos and videos of the Victor . A confused looked spread over Katniss’ face as she was left alone with her thoughts- was he to be her first? Did he pay for her? No. He was a victor aswell, surely he was going through the same. It hadn’t really dawned on her yet what Snow has signed her up for.

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"Mr. Odair -- I have a job for you."

An audience with Snow was a rarity, and when he had been called to the president's office, Finnick wasn't sure what to expect. But -- he could say he wasn't shocked with the man's request.

Teach her. Show her the ropes.

In all the years since the Capitol had started selling him, Finnick had never felt more disgusting. Katniss Everdeen, the newest in the pool of victors at seventeen, would be joining him and oh-so many others as the Capitol's little play things. And Snow wanted him to show her his ways.

He had been in the Capitol already, working, when he had been called in. All other plans had been pushed aside, Katniss was to take first priority. In truth, he wasn't entirely sure how to go about this. Teach her how to act around clients -- what they liked to hear. Beyond that -- Finnick could only teach her so much. Snow may have had one plan for this, but Finnick had another. The least he could do was be there for her the way no one had been able to be there for him.

Finnick paused outside the open door, fingers trailing absently along the wood before he tapped his knuckles against the door. Slowly, he stepped forward, shutting the door behind him with a soft click, green eyes locking onto her grey ones.

"Katniss."

His voice was flat. There was no hint of the Capitol Playboy left. And, after what felt like a lifetime, Finnick dropped his gaze to the carpet. With a shake of his head, he gestured to the chairs. "--You should sit."

Finnick made no move to sit and, pressing his lips into a thin line, finally moved from the doorway. Lifting his head again, Finnick's expression had changed drastically -- the worry in his eyes, the way his brows had furrowed.

"Did they hurt anyone? --Your sister or your mother -- or did you just agree?"

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Capitol Casualities | Tortured!Finnick & Hijacked!Katniss

"Four… you’ll swim" she said said, tilting her head. "I’ll be okay and you’ll swim" she said slowly, almost like she was tasting the words to see if they were right. She liked that feeling, of a future without confusion, without pain, where Finnick could swim and be happy.

She looked at him, the words not real registering as she looked at him. She licked her lips before looking back to Peeta, their eyes meeting before she looked away. Why didn’t he look away with his piercing blue eyes? She looked back at Finnick, “he… hit a force field” she said slowly, the memory coming back, his weapon smacking the force field and him dying, Finnick’s CPR, “you saved him…” she said before frowning, “real?” She wasn’t sure if that were true, she wanted to believe Finnick, they had been through a lot and he wouldn’t lie but for days people were talking to her about Peeta, what a great guy he was and she couldn’t help but have differing opinions in her head.

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Slowly, he nodded. "Y-yeah... I'll swim..." His lip twitched, an attempt at a smile that mostly failed. But, he would try -- for Katniss. Finnick could manage that much. As bad as he felt, he felt worse for their Mockingjay.

As she spoke again, he listened, nodding occasionally at her words. "Real." The arena seemed so far away now. When Peeta had died, so early on, Finnick's heart had nearly stopped along with the younger boy's. Not even a full day in and they had almost lost him. Everything they had been hoping for could have gone wrong. He had never been more thankful for being raised by the ocean -- where CPR was taught regularly. "That's when I knew -- I thought you were just lying for the cameras... You care for him, Katniss -- cared then, at least."

Katniss couldn’t help but gasp as he told her the Capitol had gotten Annie, already, she wouldn’t have thought they would take her. What for? Surely the poor mad girl Annie knew nothing of this whole misson? But of course the Capitol would go after the people they love. It pained Katniss to see Finnick destroyed like this.

“No.. we can’t let them win.”

Katniss spoke as she looked at Finnick, shaking her head at how defeated he looked. This is what the Capitol wanted – to think there was no hope. “We’ll get them back, all of them… we have to.”

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His gaze lifted when she gasped, but his eyebrows furrowed. "How? --They won't hurt her -- or Peeta. Neither of them know anything." Finnick had made sure to not let her in on anything. That was something he wasn't willing to risk. And, it was the only thing Finnick had kept from her. "If you have suggestions on how that could happen, then I'd love to hear them--!" He wasn't angry -- he couldn't be. But, the pain in his voice was desperate.

Because Finnick couldn't see a way out of this. He could see no light at the end of this.

His depression was slipping through and he ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah -- we have to. But that doesn't mean we can, Katniss. Doesn't mean something won't happen." Drawing in a sharp breath, Finnick licked his lips slowly. This plan had gone as wrong as it could have in his mind.

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You Only Survived || Post 65th Games || CLOSED RP

It was down to the nit and grit of it all. Mags could hardly keep her gaze focused on the screen. Four was down to one tribute, Finnick, the fourteen year old no one had been counting on. Mags had at least given him a chance- the benefit of the doubt. She was amazed that he had even made it this far.

She couldn’t get her hopes up. She couldn’t. She’d mentored for these games for over fifty years now and she’d watched as nearly one hundred children from her own district were sent to their death. She’d seen 4’s share of victors, but she knew that her home district couldn’t win all the time and that more often than not, the Careers would bring the victor.

Mags didn’t even want to think how many deaths she’d watched in total. Just trying to count the deaths from her district was enough to make her stomach lurch. If she had to think about the total number dead that the past 52 years had brought about-

No, focus. Focus on the games. Focus on what’s happening here and now. Forget the past. Forget it all.

It was down to Finnick now. Finnick and the Careers. Minus the boy from One.

One and Two’s mentors weren’t watching too closely, Mags noticed. They weren’t worried. And why should they be? They raised winners. With names like Sparkle or Satin and Velvet or some kind of name that didn’t seem to be a name at all. They were raised to win the games.

Mags, on the other hand, could hardly focus on the screen but at the same time didn’t want to look away. The Careers were going to try and get to Finnick- to trick him to his death before initiating the bloodbath that would bring about the end of the games. She only prayed that maybe- just maybe- he might be able to beat them. For his sake- for his family’s sake.

The cannon blasted once. That got the Career mentors’ attention. Finnick was still fighting. It blasted again. He was still alive.

Don’t get your hopes up. He’s got a chance but nothing more. A chance. Only a chance. He might not make it out of this.

It was him and the girl from Two now. They rolled around the arena, each fighting to live; fighting for the chance to return home.

The cannon sounded once more. Finnick pushed the girl’s body off of his.

—LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE VICTOR- OF THE SIXTY FIFTH HUNGER GAMES! —

He’d done it- Finnick had done it.

Now all she had to do was wait for him to be brought from the arena. He’d want to talk- he’d need someone there. It wasn’t easy to win the games. They were never over.

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It was done.

Finnick coughed, spitting warm, red liquid from his lips and kicked her away -- his trident was still embedded in the side of her face; brown eyes wide with shock. He smeared the back of his arm across his mouth, the girl's blood spreading as he bent down and yanked the weapon from her body.

The announcement over the speakers made him lift his head and he stared up at the fake sky. His vice like grip on the trident didn't loosen, even as he was pulled up into the hovercraft and even as a couple of Capitol doctors surrounded him. There was already talk about fixing the cut on his cheek, a way to heal his black eye -- get him cleaned up. It wasn't until a woman appeared by his side, touched his arm and tried to grab the bloodied trident from his hand that he panicked.

Backing away from her, his back hit the wall with a soft thud. His grip tightened, but his gaze softened as he realized what he had done. The group of people had fallen silent and they stared at him. Lifting his hand, Finn touched his face, smearing the blood across his palm. When he pulled his hand away, he licked at his lips for a moment, the taste of iron nearly made him gag, and the sudden realization that he was covered in a girl's blood -- the girl who he had just killed -- hit him like a brick to the face.

The trident fell with a loud clang he began taking in sharp breaths -- trying to steady himself. He couldn't breathe. "Sedate him." Finnick grabbed at his chest and, when he looked around the room, a nurse with a syringe in hand made him shake his head. "N-no..!" Swallowing the lump in his throat, Finnick pointed a wary finger at her. "I -- d-don't."

A needle in his arm was the last thing he wanted.

He refused to let them come near him -- only vaguely to wipe the blood from his face as good as they were able without showering him. With the weapon he had used to kill multiple tributes sitting on the ground in front of him, they remained wary of getting too close. It wasn't until the hovercraft landed that two Peacekeepers appeared. They grabbed his shoulders - one on each side - and dragged him from the craft, and he protested the whole way.

Still, he panicked, his eyes darting around. He was scarred and horrified, but, as his gaze fell on his mentor, Finnick let out a gasp, grateful for the famaliar face and tried to break free of the Peacekeepers' grasps.

"Mags!"

Tugging away -- Finnick shoved the man's hand off of his shoulder and all but darted towards the older woman. His own mentor, the one who was meant to train him and prepared him had all but thrown him aside -- completely given up on him. But Mags hadn't. She had helped him and showed kindness to him. Bowling into her, Finnick wrapped his arms around and buried his face into her shoulder.

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It can’t be. It just couldn’t be but Katniss knew that bright blue eyes and the name slipped from her lips only scared that it was her imagination, “Finnick? Is that you?”