QUEEN OF NOTHING

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another year, another games. four years of the same bullshit. same stroke of rotten luck finnick just cannot seem to shake. this year will be the same as all the others. he'll watch his tributes die in horrible, ugly ways. try to comfort them in their last days. attempt to coach them into victors.

he hopes they die in the bloodbath. its an ugly thought that finnick knows makes him an awrful person. the life of a victor was not what it was cracked up to be.

worse than the games? maybe. it depended on who you were. for victors like haymitch, who drank themselves into sweet release, the capitol wanted to forget you. for victors like finnick, they wanted to eat you alive. finnick is glad he got to go home, but living with the scars is almost enough to wish he didn't.

and now he's got two tributes he knows won't win. won't make it out of the bloodbath. a boy who has done nothing but cry since being reaped and a girl who's done nothing but sit and stare out of the window since volunteering.

district four's first volunteer in two years and it's this scrawny looking girl who hasn't spoken a single word. not to him. not to mags. not to the boy. its infuriating. makes finnick's blood boil, and he can't explain why it pisses him off so much.