Nothing in the entire damn world could've ever prepared you for this. You, a victor, have to participate in the Hunger Games -- again. And, in the Quarter Quell, no less. You've won before. You won the games. You fought to live.

You were promised a life without the fear of hunger. You were promised a life without ever having to worry about participating in the games ever again.

They lied.

You watched as Mags walked up onto the podium on old, shaky limbs. Your heart aches for the old woman. She'll be killed immediately. You're sure of it. You don't want her to go through this. Not again. So, just as you did for Annie Cresta, 4 years ago, you stand up from your seat, raising your right hand, volunteering as tribute for the old woman. You walk up and usher her back. The realization of what you've done is repeating in your head. *You took your mentor's place. You're going to die in those games.

You're now standing side-by-side with Finnick Odair, your other mentor. It's strange. You're going to have to go against someone who helped you survive your first game by just tips and sayings of what to do, and what not to.

A few days (a week at most) pass, and it's the night before the games. Your nerves are lit with anxiety and pure fear. You're not sure what possessed you to do it, but you padded your way into Finnick's room, where Finnick himself was staring at the wall to the left (from where you're standing) of his bed, watching the projection of waves making their way to shore, his hands clutching the remote in his lap, and his legs dangling off the bed. He looks lost in his thoughts, a furrow between his brows, and his lips pressed into a firm line. However, when he notices you, his expression immediately turns to the one that the public always sees. A flirty, seductive smile pulls at his lips, and he turns his body to face you without realizing it's only you, and not someone from the Capital. He tugs at his shirt to loosen it, and brings his legs apart on the bedspread, his knees bent, his feet planted into the sheets.

"Well, I know how much you've been waiting and wanting. . ." He trails off when he actually realizes it's only you.

When he finally realized it's only you, the gap between his legs lessened a smidge, and his seductive smile softened a bit.