Liberosis - The Hunger Games

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Sylvia stared at us fondly and I noticed the tear in her eyes, "Ladies and gentlemen, the District Four tributes of the 75th annual Hunger Games- Aurora Hartley and Finnick Odair!"

We didn't raise our hands in victory or make any grand gesture of rebellion, instead, we turned on our heels, marching out of sight followed by Reign and Annie. There were no final goodbyes, we were forced onto the train immediately, it jolted to life in a rush and sped out of the district before any of us could get in a word.

Suddenly as the train sped along the tracks we fell into a solemn silence, all the overwhelming emotions hit me at once and I felt sudden bile rising in my throat that I couldn't suppress. Without a word I stood up and ran to my carriage, unloading the contents of my stomach into the toilet. The vomiting didn't stop, and I felt two hands move behind me to hold the hair out of my face. "I'll get her some water," Reign said calmly, running out of the compartment. Finnick sighed, rubbing my back with one hand, and holding my hair with the other.

"I'm sorry," I said, vulnerable tears escaping my eyes.

"Don't apologise," Finnick responded gently, "I've seen you in a far worse condition, believe me," He joked.

I glared at him, "Not helping,"

Reign returned to the compartment holding a glass of water for me to drink, "Get her into bed, we'll talk strategy tomorrow morning, ok?"

"Thank you Reign," I said quietly, taking small sips from the water as he exited once more. Finnick helped me off the ground and led me into the bedroom, rubbing my back comfortingly as I fell onto the bed with exhaustion.

"Rest," He whispered, kissing my hairline, "I'll be in the shower, ok?"

"Ok," I whispered, rolling onto my side as the man closed the bathroom door. Within minutes my eyes had fluttered closed, and I took in a deep breath. My relaxation was quickly interrupted by the slam of a door. "What?" I opened my eyes to see the face of my brother, wearing a peacekeeper uniform and holding the helmet in his hands. "Dante?" I whispered, pushing myself into a seated position.

"Are you ok?" He asked, standing at the door nervously, I nodded, glancing around the room awkwardly. We hadn't spoken in a long time, after the events that had occurred between us, I wasn't sure how to act around him. But Andante answered the question for me, wrapping his arms around me and burying his head into the crook of my neck, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Rory- I hate myself for everything I've done to you,"

"What are you doing here?" I hissed to him, hugging him just as tightly.

"Plutarch has a plan," He said, sitting beside me on the bed, "To get Katniss Everdeen and a group of other victors out of the arena, including you- and Finnick," he explained mutedly, "There's a group in the Capitol assisting in the breakout, but we need more people on the inside of the games to ensure that everything goes according to plan."

"Which districts are involved?" I questioned.

"Three, Five, Seven, Eleven and Twelve- and Four, if you wish to help," Andante answered.

"If Everdeen aware-"

"No, neither is her partner- Peeta and Katniss need to remain oblivious, but Haymitch is working on getting them through with sponsors, don't worry. The victors and Plutarch will be meeting following the Tribute Parade, you'll know what to do then, ok?" He instructed me.

I breathed shakily, live, and potentially die as a rebel or die as a slave to the President's games. The first option should have been all too clear, but whose lives were I endangering by going against such a powerful man.

I could save Finnick.

I must save Finnick.

"If I join, promise me, you'll get Finnick out. If you have to choose, save him, not me- promise me," I whispered, wrapping my arms around my brother once more.

Andante hesitated, but nodded never-the-less, "I promise," 

Yes, I changed Atlas' face claim from Theo James of Oscar Isaac, fight me.