Sometimes, Quiet is Violent

Part 5


First thing's first. A fellow author of mine released a SYOT, similar to the ones I do. This user is JustAPersonReading, the fanfic is titled Hunger Games (66). For those of you who have done a SYOT before understand how frustrating it is to not have any tributes. This person only has a handful so far and would very much appreciate it if you submit your tribute.

So, I know this went a lot faster than I planned, and I know a lot of you gave me ideas that I said I would use, but I'm not going to, so sorry. I'll probably put those ideas in my next Finniss story, so hold tight.

Some people asked what song Sometimes, Quiet is Violent is based off of, so here it is. Great song. Look it up some time

Car Radio, by Twenty One Pilots
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire, exhale desire
I know it's dire my time today
I have these thoughts, so often I ought
To replace that slot with what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole my car radio
And now I just sit in silence

Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel
I ponder of something terrifying
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound
There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win and fear will lose
It is faith and there's sleep
We need to pick one please because
Faith is to be awake
And to be awake is for us to think
And for us to think is to be alive
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am dying
To let you know you need to try to think
And now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire, exhale desire
I know it's dire my time today

Katniss POV (Read AN, or at least the beginning.)

To my great joy, Twilight won the Hunger Games. Now she is in the hospital, and I am at her side.

"Katniss, Keep talking." She says, her voice strained.


"Sometimes, quiet is violent. Does that make sense?" I shake my head. "Sometimes, when it's quiet, the memories come back. Those memories of the games… they're so violent. I can't stand it."

"Katniss… I love you." Finnick says. Twilight's victory banquet just ended and we're on the roof of the training center. Just Finn and I.

"We've been over this, Finnick. I love you too." I say patiently.

"Yes but… Katniss, When I first saw you on that stage at the first reaping, you were so inspiring. So brave, and I just had to meet you.

"The day after our first dinner, when we were regurgitating on the roof, I knew right then and there, that if you died in that arena, then I would too. I needed you as much as I needed oxygen. I still do. You're sarcastic, stubborn, rude, snappy, snarky, and harsh, but you're also kind, generous, loving and wise beyond your years.

"I love how you don't care how you look in the morning. I love how you managed to bring emotions into the arena. How your face lights up when someone mentions Prim. How it falls when someone mentions Rue or Peeta. I love how no matter how cruel Snow is, no matter what happened to you in eighteen years, you're still yourself - Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, Victor, but also Katniss Everdeen, the girl from District 12 who loved her father and sister and Gale more than life itself.

"You changed me. Without you, I would still be Finnick Odair, the most eligible bachelor for eleven years in a row now. We can live in District 4 for the summer, to enjoy the beaches, and 12 in the winter to enjoy the snow. We could have a family, if you want, because I love you. Katniss Everdeen, will you marry me?"

My breath quickened as her pulled the ring from his pocket. It had a simple gold band with three small diamonds on either side of the larger, center diamond. This can't be happening.

"Finnick… I love you, but we can't. What would President Snow say?"

"I cleared it with Snow. He said I was getting less and less business as I was getting older. The Capitol was getting tired of my whole "Capitol Playboy" thing."

"Then… yes. I will. I do. Finnick!" I gasped. I'm so surprised.

He stands up and kisses me.

"I love you."

Three years later

Finnick POV

As promised, we are in District 4, as it's summer time. I'm in the living room along with Calix, Edelweiss, (who I discovered was six years younger than Calix. Who knew?)Gale, Prim, and Dad. Mags died last April, along with Katniss's mom. Johanna got permission to give up her appointments, as I did. She married Gale last December. Katniss Johanna walk down the stairs, giggling uncontrollably.

"Finnick! Come here!" Johanna motions me over. I follow Katniss into our bedroom and she shows me what's in her hand. A pregnancy test.

"I'm pregnant, Finnick. We're going to have a baby."

I grin "that's great, Katniss. You know, the doctor can tell us the gender right now, if you want."

With the high tech x-rays and machines, they can figure out the gender right away.

"It's going to be a girl."

"Yeah right, fish face. Its a boy and you know it."

Nine months later.

Twins. I'm the father of twins. There's brown haired green eyed Madrigal Rue Mags Odair, the older sister, and bronze haired, grey eyed Peeta Brutus Haymitch Odair, the younger brother, separated by seven minutes. Katniss and I really couldn't decide on a middle name for either, so we chose both.

Maddi was born at 11:56 PM, on July 26, Peeta was born at 12:03, PM, on July 27th

Haymitch insists on being called OG. (stands for old guy)

The poor kids have too many aunts and uncles. Aunt Johanna, Aunt Prim, Aunt Edelweiss, Aunt Annie, Aunt Posy, Aunt Maddi (whose dead, but still referred to as Aunt Maddi) and Aunt Madge. I wanted to make Cashmere, Enobaria, Wiress, Twilight, Cecelia, and Seeder Aunts as well, but Katniss Said that was too many.

Then, of course, there's Uncle Gale, Uncle Calix, Uncle Vick, Uncle Rory, and Uncle Blight. Again: I wanted the other Victors to be Uncles, but Katniss wouldn't have it.

We're happy now. It's us in District 12. We rotate, Gale, Johanna, Katniss, and I, between Districts 4, 7, and 12. Gale and Johanna also have a son, named Wesley Webekind Hawthorne. Nicknamed Wes. Johanna refused to take on Gale's last name, claiming that Johanna Mason sounds much better than Johanna Hawthorne, and I must agree with her.

We're here. We're alive and we deal with life as it is. What else are we going to do? You can't have a rebellion? Right?

Finished! Thank you so much, guys, for all your support. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

Shout-out to: Accidental Genius 23, mourneroffictionaldeaths, EmberLex, MaddieTheAwesomeUnicorn17, lightinthedarkesthour, JustAPersonReading, and AlyssLondon. Make sure you read the AN at the beginning of the chapter!