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The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 9I never wanted to confront Martin. I never did want him to know how much what he had done had affected me, that the way he had treated me, like he could care less either way, had always been on my mind when I saw him.When I had been twelve his father had finally left his family. He had gotten another woman pregnant and he divorced his wife. Martin was devastated. He had grown up trying to impress his father, and now that his family was falling apart, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know who was left to go to for help. I tried to help him, encouraging him to keep doing the things he loved, to aspire even more. I told him that even if his father wasn't there to impress, he could still try to work hard to impress his mother, and to impress me. I knew that my advice didn't help a lot, but he told me I was crazy, that he didn't have any reason to impress me, because he already had.I told him he never had impressed me, but he didn't want to listen to me. I was just trying to motivate
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 8"Sage," I cried. "Sage!" I screamed his name, my heartbeat thumping in my ears. Where had he gone? What was happening? I ran along the beach, inspecting the water. Was he down there, in the deep? Had he drowned in the initial bloodbath?The last time I'd seen him he was racing along the beach, his eyes wide with terror, and clutching a wound in his side. He was bleeding heavily, but I couldn't go after him. The District 2 girl had me by the throat, pinning me against the thick gold of the Cornucopia. Martin laughed, lingering by her side, a dagger gripped in his meaty fist. Rosemarie snickered. Such a pretentious name for such a bitch, I thought angrily. I felt a wave of outrage at what had happened, that Martin had stabbed Sage right from the beginning.Grief made me dizzy, but I threw myself against my attacker with all of my weight, overwhelming Rosemarie. She fell to the ground and I swung my leg out and delivered a solid kick to the back of Martin's knees. He collapsed, the knife
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 7I trudged back to my room after the day in the Training Center, entering the elevator with no companions. Before lunch, no one had approached me to ask about being allies or made any movement that warned me that they wanted to.There had been no one following me, no one watching until I threw that knife and felt all eyes on me, and knew that I'd regret what I'd done. When you show a skill off in the Training Center, you also show them that you're a threat, and that you'll need to be taken out immediately in the arena.I wrung my hands and my nerves caused me to start shaking. I leaned back against the glass wall of the elevator, looking out at the Capitol through tired eyes. It had been a long day. Martin disappeared with a group of the Careers in the beginning. I hadn't seen him since, but I wasn't really concerned with him, or surprised by his immediate alliance with those people. My concerns were for Sage. He acted oddly after lunch and I feared that the words of the Careers had upse
Finnick x ReaderWiress was lying under the cover of the trees, her hands over her eyes. She moaned something incoherently and rolled over onto her stomach.Johanna sat in the sand, staring out at the Cornucopia. Finnick crouched behind her, talking quietly. She shook her head angrily."No. All four of us should watch, or better, the two of us. I don't trust her," she motioned towards you. "She'll just desert us like Katniss and Peeta. We need to find them; we promised Haymitch we'd get them out of here," she said in a low whisper."Why don't we take the watches in three shifts? Wiress is obviously not feeling well. She ought to get some extra sleep," you put in, coming up behind the two of them. You were annoyed that Johanna was constantly talking about you behind your back, but you were unsure of what to say to stop her."You're just a stupid girl," Johanna said. "What would you know?"Johanna pushed you angrily aside. You fell on your backside in the sand, reeling from the impact. Pulling Wiress to