All My Fault

Part 1.2


Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, but I deeply respect Suzanne Collins who does

Special thanks to Accidently Genius 23 for being the first reviewer of this FanFic! Seriously, thanks for your support. You're awesome. Also, I promise I'll do a Katniss POV, but just bear through another Finnick.

Finnick POV

I returned from a client's house and immediately stepped into the elevator, pressing the button labeled 13 - the roof level. I really needed a shower, but I wasn't ready to see my tributes. Triton, the boy, looking frightened and Arielle, the girl, constantly flirting with him. The tribute scores had gone up the night before, Arielle with her eight, Triton with his 6, and Katniss with her 11.

It was still morning when I got back, so I figured most of the tributes were on their floors. I was wrong. I caught Katniss Everdeen, sobbing and vomiting on the roof. I walked over to her and held her hair back for her. After a few seconds, she was done. I rubbed her back softly.

"You smell weird, Odair." She muttered. "And get your hands off me."

I smirked. "I could say the same about you. By the way, how'd you get that eleven?"

"Wouldn't you like to know" she said. She was still crying. "How's your mom?" She finally asks.

"She's the same as she was before." Katniss nodded.

"Are you sure you're okay? You seem… off."

"I'm tired. And I hate my job. And I'm worried about the games this year. And I'm worried about the Quell next year. And I'm worried about my mom. What about you, Fire Girl? What's on your plate?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"You're not fine. If you were fine, you wouldn't be crying and regurgitating on the roof."

"Fine. I'm worried about the games How can I kill Rue, from eleven, If it comes to that? Or Triton, from your district. They're both so nice. Why can't people hate me? Life would be so much easier. Also, Prim. She can't survive without me. A lot of District 12 depends on me. One thing I'm not worried about, though, is how my arrow will fly through Cato's head."

"Archery? That's how you got your eleven? What'd you do? Shoot an arrow at Seneca Crane's head? I can't see you shooting at the targets." Katniss shook her head and smiled a little.

"Not at him. At an apple right next to him. Your not gonna tell your tributes, are you?"

I shook my head. "Never, Fire Girl." Katniss laid down on the roof.

"What did you mean last night, when you said Snow was blackmailed ng the Victors?"

I sighed. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this question.

"Next year, for the Quarter Quell, President Snow wants to send the siblings of the Victors into the Arena. He's not sure how the Capitol will take it, but he thinks if the Victors give their consent for their siblings to die, than the Capitol won't care. To get our consent, he threatens us. For Johanna Mason, he's going to kill her friend, Reagan. For Cashmere and Gloss Beckham, he'll kill their Dad. For me, he says he won't treat my Mother's Cholera until I agree. I'm not going to agree, but I'm scared. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Katniss pressed something in my hand. I looked down. It was a solid gold Mockingjay pin.

"Is this your District token?" She nodded.

"It's luck. My friend said as long as I have it, I'll be safe. I want you to remember it while I'm gone."

"Look up. Look at the sunrise." I said, pointing up at the only natural thing in the Capitol. I could feel the tears streaming down my face and I saw I wasn't alone on it, as Katniss was crying too.

Katniss POV

"Katniss Everdeen! Where on Earth were you. I was almost forced to start breakfast without you!" Effie said.

"What a tragedy that would be." I muttered. Haymitch smiled. We all sat down to eat.

Peeta, Effie, Haymitch and I were in the elevator. Haymitch was going to the Mentor's lounge, and Effie was escorting Peeta and I down to the training center. Today was the last, optional day for training.

Effie left us. Peeta immediately went over to the camouflage station. I would probably have followed, until I felt someone grab my arm.

Finnick POV

Hey, look Finnick. Your girlfriend's in trouble. Gloss called to me from the couch. I was just getting a drink with Johanna. I walked over to the couch and saw Cato, hand wrapped around Katniss's arm, twisting it. I took the remote out of Gloss's hand and cranked up the volume.

"...We're honored that you have decided to join our alliance." He was saying Don't be stupid, Katniss I thought.

"I'm not joking your alliance." She said through gritted teeth.

"You are, twelve. Unless you want to be the first one our kill list. You see Clove over there? She could nail your back with a knife before you're off that pedestal. Glimmer could run an arrow through you and Marvel's good with Spears. I'm sure any one of them would be more than happy to kill you. It's not hurting my feelings." That's it. I thought. I stood up and walked down to the training center."

Katniss POV

I was scared.

"Aren't I already first on your kill list? Since I outshined you at the opening ceremonies?" I asked. An idea popped into my head. With my free hand, I picked his arm with my sharp fingernails and twisting. I could tell he was in pain.

"Excuse me, sir, ma'am. You can't be fighting." I turned and saw Finnick, grinning at Cato. "We'll save that for the arena."

"Believe me, I will." Said Cato, sauntering off with his career pack. Finnick rushed over and grabbed her arm.

"Are you alright? You know, you could report him and have him killed by his own mentor. That would be cool." He said.

"I'm fine, Odair. I caused more damage than I received. I think I drew blood." I said, rolling my eyes.

"But it's good thing you turned down the pack. Chances are, he just offered so he could kill you easier." She smiled.

"And you? Why did they let you in the career pack? What did you get Ben get for your training score?" I challenged.

"I was only fourteen, so they didn't let me in, even when I scored a ten. Than I killed four in the bloodbath, which is about as many you can get. They decided it might be safe to make me one of them."

That night, I was in the car with Peeta, Effie, Haymitch, and our stylists. Haymitch was mad at Peeta, Effie was trying to calm him down, and Cinna and Portia were trying to calm her down. As soon as the car stopped, I opened the door and practically ran out. Then I ran into him.

"Didn't have much fun in the limo, huh Katniss?" Finnick laughed.

"No! I can't stand those people. Cinna's the only half sane one of us in the entire Capitol!" I dropped my voice. "I hate the Capitol." Finnick chuckled

"Don't we all? Come on. Let's get you inside before Effie Trinket has another meltdown."

Finnick POV

Haymitch cornered me outside Katniss's dressing room.

"Why the sudden interest?" He asked.

"You know me. It's not necessarily interest in her, but I'm just building up my Capitol image." I said nervously. Haymitch glared at me suspiciously.

"Yeah, well my main goal is getting her out alive. So you better watch it. She's the best tribute these games have ever seen."

"Well what about the other one?" I asked. What about Peeta? My mind screamed back. Your focus needs to stay on Katniss. Not Peeta. End of discussion.

AN: guys, I am so FREAKING HAPPY! I went on today to finish this chapter, and I noticed all of these emails. I checked and OH. MY. FREAKING. GOODNESS. the were all follow/favorite notifications (With one from my mom saying she forgot her phone at home and if we needed her we'd have to email her or call my Dad or my Uncle) Anyways, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Just let me have my fangirl moment real quick…

Thanks. I promise I'm usually not like this, I just had a rough day. Literally all day I thought it was Friday, until my History teacher 9th period burst my bubble. Oh well. Review!