The Feral One • Ch 23
Finnick x Y/N
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Ahhh so I actually love this part of the story. Prepare yourselves for a wild few chapters before the end. See y’all in the next chapter for the sewers ;)
Content Warnings - Injury, death, panic attack, games flashback
When you wake up, your group is stopped for lunch in a different location from where you slept. Finnick explains that he had to sedate you last night and you’ve been out all morning. The group moved a few blocks but didn’t film you at all because you were passed out. He makes sure you eat before the group gets moving again.
You excuse yourself to the washroom of the apartment you are in to freshen up. Your arm is also killing you and you want to take a look at it.
Removing your shirt, you gasp at the sight. The veins on your arm have started to turn black as they pulse with pain. Were you poisoned? Were you having a weird reaction to the sedative? Whatever it is, you don’t have time to dwell on it as you pull back on your shirt and move to follow the rest of the group outside.
“Hold up!” Boggs states, causing the group to stop. “We’ve got a pod. Take cover.”
The group splits up to hide between two pillars. The camera crew get the shot set up before Katniss is instructed to shoot an arrow through an arch up ahead.
The street quickly erupts in gunfire as the pod is triggered. You feel paralyzed by the noise, the pain in your arm intensifying.
You finally calm down when suddenly you hear a loud explosion. Turning, you see Boggs laying on the ground sans legs. Katniss and one of the other soldiers rush towards the scene and Katniss gets the holo from him. The other soldier triggers another pod and chaos erupts.
Black goo floods into the now locked courtyard you are in. You are urged to run towards a building but the ringing in your ears is too much.
You stumble your way forward, not moving quickly enough to keep up with the group.
“Come on Y/N!” one of the camera people shouts as she grabs onto your arm to pull you along.
With a loud growl, you lunge for her, tackling her to the pavement. You snap your teeth at her face, but someone else pulls you off and sticks a syringe into you before you could jump on anyone else else.
You wake up a few hours later in a new apartment. Your wrists are bound together in an effort to restrain you. Finnick is sitting close to you but everyone else has made sure to keep their distance.
“What happened?” you groggily ask him.
“You and Peeta both snapped,” he sighs. “He tried to throw Katniss into the goo and you tackled Cressida to the ground when she touched your arm.”
“I have to go back to 13,” you mumble. “It’s too dangerous for me here.”
“You’re ok,” Finnick assures you. “It was a high stress situation and you reacted badly to touch. Nobody here blames you and Cressida is fine.”
“No something’s wrong with me,” you tell him, panic in your voice. Knowing he needs to take you somewhere to calm down, Finnick tells the soldier on watch that he’s taking you to the bathroom and walks you to the other end of the apartment.
You gasp for air as your hands grip the linoleum counter tops.
“Breathe love,” Finnick instructs. “You’re ok.”
“No I’m not,” you gasp, terror in your eyes. “It’s happening. My arm…”
“Does your arm hurt?” Finnick asks and you nod your head yes. “Which one?”
“Right,” you say through gritted teeth, the pain making you want to scream.
“Can I take your shirt off to look at it?” he asks as he unbinds your wrists. You shake your head no.
“I’ll do it,” you mutter as you attempt to use your left arm to free your right from your shirt.
Finnick gasps at the sight of your arm, the black veins having intensified and spread since earlier in the day.
“What happened?” he asks, worriedly looking over your arm.
“I can’t escape the clock,” you mumble.
Finnick quickly steps out of the room and calls for someone named Jackson. He returns with the soldier you saw on watch when you woke up and she takes a look at your arm.
“Don’t touch me!” you growl as you flinch away from her approaching hand.
“I’ve never seen this,” she states to Finnick. “I’d radio for medical but our communications are still down. She’ll have to carry on with us till we can contact someone.”
“When did this happen?” Finnick asks you.
“It… it started with… the headache,” you manage to get out. The black veins were slowly beginning to spread up your shoulder towards your neck.
“So it wasn’t from the pods,” Jackson notes.
“Maybe we should ask Katniss,” Finnick suggests. “She’s good with medicine.”
“No,” you growl, pulling your sleeve back on over your arm. “I’m fine. Not a word of this to anyone or I rip your throat out.”
That night your dream is different. Travis, the boy from 11, sits in Wiress’ place on the beach. Black blood flows from the gash in his side, and his eyes are dead as he looks at you.
The 69th games had come down to just you two. The game makers had released mutts to push you both to the cornucopia for a final dual, and what would be the death of Travis.
You were exhausted but determined to return home. Anger flowed through his veins, while adrenaline flowed through yours. He swung his sickle at you over and over as you did your best to evade his attack. Your lone knife was lost, buried deep in the forest after he threw it.
He was bigger than you but unfocused. Despite the swelling in your face making it impossible to see out of your eye, you managed to grab his arm as he swung at you, the sharp blade inching closer to your head.
You didn’t hesitate. Your teeth sunk into his fingers as your hands pulled at the handle of his weapon. He screamed in pain as the extremities were severed, his blood coating your tongue.
Your foot connected with his stomach, successfully separating him from his weapon before plunging it into his side.
On the beach, black blood streams from the stubs on his hand as he finally speaks.
“Your time is up, feral one”
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