it was night.

weapons, corpses, and blood everywhere. but finnick nowhere.

what for? was the capitol trying to punish you again? you weren't liked enough - that was an advatage for you, because the capitol left you alone, too scared to even get near you. a good thing for you, perhaps.

well, not quite. the capitol left you alone, sure, but so did everyone else after you won your games. stealthy and ruthless. that was what you were.

getting reaped for the quarter quell was hell. you started the bloodbath, killing most of the careers by being the sneaky girl you were. acting all innocent and lost, acting like a prey for everyone to take advatage of and kill. you'd then kill them, stabbing them or slashing their throats.

all for the sake of the rebellion, in a secret alliance with finnick odair.

finnick, katniss and peeta were at the beach, along with johanna and beetee who joined them. finnick suggested they'd go back to the cornucopia for you.

"we're not going back. not for her. she's too dangerous, finnick," johanna said.

katniss was clueless, confused why johanna called you dangerous.

"what if she'll kill us in our sleep or something?" she added.

"she won't. she's not like that.." finnick mumbled.

then peeta says, "someone's in denial.."

"c'mon.. she did save katniss, didn't she?" - finnick, again.

right, you saved katniss, getting your shoulder slashed by cashmere. nothing too deep, but it hurt like a bitch. no sponsors your way, you were struggling. but you were strong. the strongest tribute in the quell, probably.

"she's a sweetheart." as if. you, a sweetheart? ironic, wasn't it? the strongest tribute, getting called a sweetheart by finnick, who was still persistent on searching for you.

"fine, but if she kills us, it's your fault."

"whatever, it's not like you can do anything to me if you're dead," finnick says, annoyed.

hesitantly, they go back to the cornucopia, finnick smirking as he spun his trident around, seemingly proud of himself. he did get what he wanted, right? to go back for you.