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Jan. 12th, 2016 03:00 pmThe shock throws Finnick so far and so hard that he thinks he might die from the impact alone. Then his eyes are forced open and he can still see scattered signs of light through a canopy of trees.
Everything aches. His hands are burnt, trident cast aside from his grasp by the motion. The haphazard job he'd done wrapping his arm from the bleeding in his attempt to remove his tracker has hardly held up, blood soaking through his sleeve and down his arm.
He thinks he tastes metal and wonders if this is how he dies. It would be fitting, really, a long death no doubt captured on film like the rest of his suffering at the hands of the Capitol.
He almost hopes he's really dying when a hovercraft doesn't come for him, doesn't lift him into the sky. The longer it takes the more of a chance there is that the Capitol snatches him up instead, that he has to live through their torture. He won't tell them about 13, though, won't tell them about the plan nor that it had been Plutarch's from the start.
No, that – that he'll take to his grave.
Everything aches. His hands are burnt, trident cast aside from his grasp by the motion. The haphazard job he'd done wrapping his arm from the bleeding in his attempt to remove his tracker has hardly held up, blood soaking through his sleeve and down his arm.
He thinks he tastes metal and wonders if this is how he dies. It would be fitting, really, a long death no doubt captured on film like the rest of his suffering at the hands of the Capitol.
He almost hopes he's really dying when a hovercraft doesn't come for him, doesn't lift him into the sky. The longer it takes the more of a chance there is that the Capitol snatches him up instead, that he has to live through their torture. He won't tell them about 13, though, won't tell them about the plan nor that it had been Plutarch's from the start.
No, that – that he'll take to his grave.
