ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟟

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" 𝐼𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑠 "
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I blankly stare at the woman before me. I was beautiful as how my stylists made me. Today was my fourteenth birthday. I was homesick to say the least.

Every year my parents would make me the biggest and best cake there was. But this year I wouldn't even get to see them for my birthday.

Most get to go home right after. Me on the other hand did not. Snow said that I'd be here in the capital until I do my victory tour and then after I can.

He said I had some "business" to attend?

What's the business, I don't know. But I'm going to see him shortly to find out.

Snow. The man I hate the most. Because of him millions are dead, my best friend and partner is dead. My brother.

Only people I have left are my parent's. Who aren't dead but, on the inside. Might as well be.

Well and Finnick Odair. The handsome Victor of the 65th hunger games. But he was so much more than that. He was intelligent, smart, caring, loving. Everything you'd want in a guy. Even if every time I look at him it reminds me of Vince and Gage. He's still Finnick. The guy that's keeping me the most sane right now.

It's been a couple days and Finnick and I have been spending a lot of time together, he told me snow had business he wanted to attend to as well. Wonder if it'll be the same kind. Whatever that may be.

Occasionally Finnick will have to leave, he says for appointments but I shrug it off.

His room is on the same floor as mine which makes it easier to see each other. He and I stay up talking all night most nights cause when we sleep. It all comes back to us. So instead of facing it alone. We face it together.

A gentle knock echos through my room and my thoughts disappear, I turn back to watch as Finnick walks in. His dirty blonde hair is a mess and his shirt is all wrinkled. These appointments sure tire him out.

"Hey." He says with a soft smile

I open my mouth just as he pulls me into his embrace, he's much taller than me and built but he nudges his head in the crook of my neck as he starts to cry.

"Finnick?" I ask worriedly as I run my fingers up and down his back. I hold him tightly, "what's wrong? Who hurt you??"

He shakes his head as he steps back to wipe his tears, "I'm just tired Vic. Snow. He just. I don't want to do it but I have to."

This confuses me and I place my hand on his shoulder, "Finnick you can tell me."

He simply shakes his head, "I can't.. he'd hurt you."

The anger burns inside of me, snows hurting someone I care deeply about and he thinks it's okay to go around threatening who lives and dies. What the hell is wrong with this crazy man. I'll show him. I think just as I turn my game face on and I begin to stomp out of there I feel a hand to mine.

"Vic no." Finnick says in a weary tone

"I have to Finnick, he's hurting you. I can't let that happen. I don't know what's going on but what I do know is that I won't stand here and let this man torture you like that."

His face turns soft as he softly smiles, "you're such a fighter vic." He gives me one last hug, "don't do anything stupid."

I shrug and grin looking up at him, "you know I can't promise that fishboy" I say as I turn to leave.

The thoughts of Snow hit my mind once more, the real enemy. The enemy all along.

~

It was about a ten minute walk to his office as I'm escorted by peacekeepers. Some eyed me in a way that I wish I could just gut them. I'm just a girl these sick pervs.

Walking into a big open room

"Miss Victoria." His voice sent shivers down my spine as I turn to him. His lips seem to bleed a little and his pale face and hair. His blue eyes which are so cold and icy.

"Happy birthday." He says as he gives me this evil smile.

I clear my throat. "Finnick. Stop torturing him. I don't know what you're doing but he's a mess. He doesn't deserve whatever you're doing to him. Also I want to go home. To my family" I stay sternly and He shrugs

"Ahh yes. Mr. Odair. Do you two have a fancy for each other Miss Grace?"

This causes me to widen my eyes and take a step back, "no. We're just friends. Good friends."

He nods in approval, "precisely, now you're still here because you have business to attend to."

I raise my eyebrow at him, "what is this business."

He begins to walk over to me, "well Miss Grace, the capital has grown very fond of you, you and Finnick both are the most loved here in the capital and even more so you. You're beautiful Miss Grace, you're strong maybe even powerful. Many capital citizens would pay billions to you if you treated them with some.. simple pleasures."

My eyes widen at the thought, "what?" I knew what pleasures meant. I might have been fourteen now but I wasn't stupid.
"No. That's horrible I'm just a kid."

He smiles then turns to the window, "I knew you'd refuse. But. If you do as soon as you walk out of this room. Know that the things that you love most. Can and will be taken."

What the bloody hell does that mean.

He turns back to me, "I wouldn't want to have to do that to you Miss Grace."

I bite my lip, "no. I can't. You wouldn't." What does he even mean by that? Take what I love the most? I won't sell my body, I'm too young, too pure. I want that with someone I love. My forever.

He sighs, "so be it Miss Grace. Now. Have a good birthday and, congratulations on your winning." I turn and walk out of the room in a daze. Is this what Finnick was talking about? His appointments.. what is snow going to do?
My parents? People I love?
All of this is too much.

What do I do.

~

Getting back to the room I find Finnick on the couch watching documentaries about sea life. I stop in my tracks and smile at the sight. He seems so into it. He notices me, "you're back." He says as he turns the TV off.

I nod going by him and sitting down, "Finnick.. he asked me. To" my eyes begin to get blurry.

He knew what I was going to say and held me tightly

"Do you?"

"Yes..I have to."

"Finnick I said no." I look up in his eyes
"I refused. I don't want to sell my body I can't. He told me he'd take away people I love. What does he mean."

Finnick gives me a sorrowed face, "he. He takes the people you love away..he murders them"

This causes me to gasp as I widen my eyes, what kind of man would do such a thing?

"You did the right thing Vic"

I shake my head, "Finnick my parents are going to die! Cause of me! It's all my fault." I begin to cry hysterically against his chest. My hands shake as my thoughts race.

Did I just sign my parents death sentence. I knew snow was horrible but why would he do that. Why. We're children.
Makes me wish I died in those games.

Cause the real games, are out of the 𝐴𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎.

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