Finnick Fanfic #23 My heart stops and my head spins. This can't be happening. As I try to run, a peacekeeper grabs me. "Not so fast." He holds my hands behind my back and walks me up to the front. I clamber up the steps and stand, dumbfounded. Out of all those names, mine was picked, mine was chosen. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this year's tributes for..." Hailee rambles on, but i don't hear her because, as i look out i see her staring up at me with tears in her eyes. I carry on looking at her as we are pushed into the justice building. I flinch as the wooden doors slam shut but her image remains in my head, staring at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. I am shoved into a little, dank room to wait in. Angry and confused, I kick the heavy door. I bang and bang and bang on the door, shouting for someone to get me out, but I realise its no use. I'm trapped.

Finnick Fanfic #22 Hundreds of children stand shaking in fear, many crying. We join the back of the long queue to get signed in. "Alright?" Finnick asks. I nod, trying to stay positive when in actual fact, I am petrified. Soon enough it is my turn to get logged in. I have always been scared of the needle, I cant believe myself. I could be chosen to fight to the death but instead, I'm scared of a needle. A dark-skinned woman in a white uniform looks up at me, "Next!" She calls. With one arm behind my back, I grip Finnick's hand and I stretch the other hand out in front of me. I jump as a small shock runs through my finger. The woman scans my fingerprint and looks up at me. "So, you're 14?" She asks, raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow. Like many other children in the district (including Finn) I have been forced to grow up, fend for myself. I nod "14." As he gets signed in, I slip into place next to the other 14 year old girls and he then joins the 14 year old boys, although he looks a lot older than most of them. Our escort Hailee, dressed in a shocking blue puffball dress with waves painted on her eyelids, steps up to the mic. "The time has come to select one courageous young man and woman..." Her slightly orange tinted curls bounce as she speaks. I look away as the video is rolling. I just want to run away... I bet the peacekeepers wouldn't be able to catch me. Hailee waddles up to the glass bowl and dips her long, blue nails into the mountain of paper slips. My heart thuds. "Erika Pepper!" Everybody turns to face a young girl with short brown hair, I recognise her from the herb stall at the market. She turns to run, but a peacekeeper stops her. Erika climbs up the steps onto the stage and looks out at us all. "Now for the boys." I have nothing to worry about now, I smile at Finn. Hailee pulls out a slip of paper. "Finnick Odair."

Finnick Fanfic #21 I take off my pumps and make my way across the golden sand towards him, letting the warm grains run between my toes as the angry waves leap up at me. I tap him on the back. Finnick's face registers slight shock as he turns to face me. "Hey there." He is wearing a blue shirt that makes his green eyes shine even brighter than usual. I sit next to him and dip my feet in the cool sea. When I'm around Finnick, I feel relaxed but my heart races at the same time. He lies back and so do I. We sit silently staring at the pale blue sky, watching the clouds pass, the only sounds that can be heard are our slow breathing. He slowly slips his hand into mine and that's when our eyes meet. The pair of us sit up, still holding hands, eyes locked. He puts an arm around my neck and leans gradually towards me with closed eyes, our lips are about to touch... "Hweeah hweeah hweeah hweeah!" I jump out of my skin as that dreadful sound haunts me once again, we are being called to the reaping, called to our deaths. He helps me up onto my feet, grabs my hand and we both run through the district until we get to the square.

Finnick Fanfic #20 I wake to the sound of mockingjays. Their sweet melody fills my ears. The soft blanket is covering me, He must have put it over me. I open my eyes... Finnick isn't here. Finnick isn't here! Where is he? Starting to panic, I quickly wrap the blanket around myself and climb out of bed. That's when I notice a piece of paper on the side table; "meet me at the beach at 70." I can't help smiling at the scruffy note. It's 6:30 now... I have a wash in a small tub of lukewarm water and dry myself off. When I'm warm and dry, I slowly crouch down and pull the old green trunk out from under the bed. I carefully open it, lifting the lid to reveal my beautiful reaping outfit. I unfold the stunning blue dress and slip it over my head. Stood in front of the mirror, I fix the white collar and begin pinning back my long hair, leaving two strands of curly hair either side of my face. At 6:50 I slip on a pair of grey pumps and run out of the door, past the fishmongers, past the bakery. I stop in the middle of the square, before the hall of justice where peacekeepers are scattered and people are pinning up banners and testing out microphones. "1...2...3...1...2..3." Out of the corner of my eye I can see the large glass reaping bowls full of paper slips, it scares me, knowing my name is in there somewhere. My heart pounds and my palms sweat. I don't want to get picked! I don't want to die! I run away, as fast as my legs will carry me, down to the beach where Finnick is sat waiting for me at the water's edge.

Finnick Fanfic #19 I finish brushing my hair and begin to get ready for bed. I open the bottom draw of my large dresser and pull out two neatly folded, cream coloured blankets. "Catch!" I laugh. Still lying down, Finnick casually lifts his arms and catches it. I walk over to him and sit on the bed. "I'll sleep this end ." "Sure." He nods. We both pull the blankets over ourselves. As I settle under the covers, the kitten comes and curls up next to me. "Finnick?" I whisper. "Yeah?" "Goodnight." "You too." He answers. I close my eyes and place a hand on the cat's side, feeling it's tiny heart beating away, slowing down and sending me to sleep... "Help! Help me Finnick!" My screams echo through the boiling hot arena as a career pins me up against a tree. The male career laughs at me, mocking me. I am weak and pathetic. "Stop! Stop! I'm coming! Wait!" I hear Finnick's voice, the leaves rustling as he quickly brushes past. It's too late, the tribute lifts his bloodied knife and prepares to kill me. I hold my breath as he plunges forward. "AGGHHH! NO! HELP!" I wake up panting, it was just a dream. Finnick is sat up next to me. "It was just a dream, It's okay." He wraps an arm around me, patting me on the back. Tears fill my eyes as I try to blink them away. "I can't go back to sleep now." "Okay." I wait for him to lie down again, but he doesn't, he just sits there with me as we chat quietly. My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier and before I know it, I have fallen fast asleep... I sleep for a long time. In the middle of the night my eyes open slightly and I find myself still sat up next to him with his arm still wrapped around my shoulder. Without a word, I place my head on Finnick's chest and drift off again...