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[Sona, our escort, welcomes us to the 69th hunger games, wishing the odds to ever be in our favour. I hate her, now more than ever. She is wearing a different dress than the one she wore to the 65th, but the shade of blue is still the same. The same blue she wore when she called my sister's name. Pain washes over my body as I think back to that moment. I was twelve, I was eligible. I should have volunteered when Cornelia's name was called. Sure, a twelve year old girl stands far less of a chance of surviving than a fifteen year old. But what did age get my sister? The man she lost to was fourteen anyways. I look up to stare at his face, he sits on the stage so casually, as if he had not a care in the world. The pain in my skin turns to anger and I feel my breath shorten. It should have been my sister that won, not him. She stood a chance, a real chance. She too was from district four, she had his same skill set, but it was his face - his annoyingly perfect face - that was the cause of his victory.
I hate him. He didn't directly kill my sister, but that didn't matter.
I hate Finnick Odair.]
Bugs, Yin, Angel; these are the nicknames of the nameless girl who resides in District Four. The first was given to her by the sister who died in the 65th Hunger Games. The second was given to her by the best friend, and crush, for whom she volunteered to protect. The third was given to her by the man she hates. The man who won the 65th games instead of her sister, the man who will now be her mentor for the 69th Hunger Games. Unbeknownst to her, he is also the man that is determined to protect her no matter what. As the reader enters the games with her best friend, Emery, she starts to learn more about this man she swore to always despise.
[Finnick Odair x Reader]