Broken Survivor

theunwellupwells:

insanevictor:

Annie sighed, “Well then enjoy that. And if you don’t want company, I’m going to go read a bedtime story to the kids.”

"I should—" He burped slightly. "Leave. I should leave for now. Drunk werewolves and kids aren’t the best combination…"

"Maybe you should." Annie shrugged, not turning to face him. "If I had known you had already been drinking so much I would have just left you in peace."

theunwellupwells:

insanevictor:

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"Drinking alone can’t be fun though, so enjoy it the best you can."

"I’m not drinking for company." He snarled. "I’m drinking to forget."

Annie sighed, “Well then enjoy that. And if you don’t want company, I’m going to go read a bedtime story to the kids.”

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insanevictor asked: ""Stalker, I miss you.""

calculatingvictor:

insanevictor:

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"I miss you too Annie…but…we need the money. We’ve gone over this before…"

"Me either. And the kids too…how are they?"

"They’ve been asking about you every day, they missed you."

"Well tell them Im coming home."

"They’re both sleeping. But I’ll tell them both as soon as they wake up, they’ll be so excited. I can’t wait to see their faces, their smiles."

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Games || Annie & Finnick

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Well, shit. This hadn’t been in the plan at all. Sure, maybe Finnick figured she was a lost cause, but that didn’t mean that he was planning to give up on her. At the very least, he wanted to make sure she went out with a fighting chance, on her feet, like she deserved. And yet, here she was, throwing in the towel before she ever got into the arena. But wasn’t this part of his job? To take her, mold her, turn her into a killer? It didn’t work that way. Not really. He couldn’t stand the look in her eyes, knowing she’d already given up.

"You’re right," he said, matter-of-fact, surprised by it himself. "You’re absolutely right. The chances of you getting sponsored are slim to none. The chances of me getting you sponsored are higher. And yeah, you’re right, everyone is pretty sure you’re going to be the easiest to pick off, and I was one of those people, but that could work to your advantage here. You might not be a target at first, because they can always come back for you.”

And with that, Finnick had a goal. He smiled, wide, confidently. “But I’ve just decided something, Annie. Right now, I just decided. You’re going to win.” He tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, tapped the place underneath her chin, and then her nose for good measure. “You’re going to be the highest sponsored Tribute since… well, since me, and even if you aren’t… you’re going to win this. So just strap in, because I’m going to find a way to get you out alive.”

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It didn’t surprise her when he agreed; in fact she would have been more surprised if he had told her straight up that she was wrong. If he had done so, Annie would have known that he was a liar. Little did she know what was going on in his mind, and it was that that would take her by surprise.

She couldn’t help but nod in agreement as he informed her of just how slim her chance of being sponsored was, it was laughable but she wasn’t laughing. For some reason all emotion seemed to have vacated her body.

She didn’t need to question why his chances of getting sponsors for her were higher than her working alone, Annie was weak but she wasn’t stupid. Everything he was telling her was right, and she was glad that he had realised it already.  At least one of the tributes from Four had a chance of going back.

His smile confused her for there was really nothing to smile about in that moment. Unless he had a thing for death which would make sense, he won the Games at age fourteen, he was brutal. He had to have a thing for death or he wouldn’t have been so skilled. “I’m going to win? Are you mad? I would need a miracle!” Annie didn’t understand why he was suddenly treating her like this, like she was special and like he actually cared. “How are you going to manage that? I’ve never picked up a weapon, not even a kitchen knife. All I can do is make nets and swim and I don’t think that’s going to help me out here.”

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Games || Annie & Finnick

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There was nothing in the newest Tribute Annie Cresta that Finnick Odair thought would win. She seemed, to him, to be more of a sacrificial lamb than anything else. Sure, Finnick had felt the pain of defeat before. He’d seem the Tributes he’d trained fall, and felt a slight twinge of guilt. Ultimately, it was his duty to make sure the Tributes survived, and any failure on that part was a failure of his. Unrequited.

Yes, Finnick’s time would probably be more better spent with the other Tribute, spending time training him, hard, making sure he had what it took when push came to shove and he was staring into another human being’s eyes and had to kill or be killed. The Arena was brutal. Finnick hated the blood he wore on his hands, but found that it was easier to smile through it than he thought.

Like with his Capitol mistresses. A new venture, really. One that had come with an attempted threat on his family’s life. There was no doubt in Finnick’s mind that there would be follow-through, that he could easily be staring down the throat of despair as Snow slaughtered his family one by one. If he could turn the slaughter of children into sport, this would be absolutely nothing. A risk, he thought, he would take later. But not for now. No, for now he would play their sick game.

His fingers drummed on his folded knee as he stared out of the window of the train, smile lurking at the corners of his lips. Lydian would be waiting for him. She liked to be terrified. Liked his hand around her throat, liked him to act as though she was just the next in his line of killing. That she had to beg for her life or risk death. An unabashed fantasy that was more popular than Finnick would have liked, but whatever kept Snow happy. And Finnick, reluctantly, played the part well.

Annie, his new charge, was staring out the window as well, her compatriot sharpening a dagger from his collection. Finnick fixed his attention on the male first, breaking the deadly silence with, “You know that if you sharpen it enough, you’re going to sharpen it down into nothing and then what will you have? They won’t let you into the Arena with that thing anyway.” The Tribute deflated, mumbled a few curses, but at least put away the dagger and retreated into the back of the train.

Finnick took the opportunity to sidle up to Annie, next to her, his hand placed on her knee. “It’s not that bad,” he said, perhaps attempting to be encouraging, but he couldn’t quite tell yet. “I mean, it is. Death and destruction and screaming at every minute, but once you get used to that, you’re more or less good to go.” Why he was being so harsh, he couldn’t say. Fulfilling expectations, perhaps, one step at a time. She expected him to be an arrogant son of a bitch who cared little for anything but his own survival, so there you go, Annie Cresta, you’ve got it.

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Hearing the way he spoke to her District partner made Annie laugh. She could have been convinced that his arrogance was simply an act, that his attitude was something he played for the Capitol or that his looks were improved by the camera. His looks were the only thing different about him now he was up close; the camera didn’t do him justice. But she wasn’t going to tell him that. His ego would surely be inflated enough without her help.

The train began to move out of the District, and she took her last look at her home. She wouldn’t cry. She didn’t want to look even weaker. If she was going to stand a chance she at least needed Finnick Odair to believe she had a little bit of fighting spirit somewhere within her and tears wouldn’t aid that.

As he placed his hand on her knee, she had to resist the urge to shudder. Of course he was handsome and she could see why everyone would throw themselves at him, but there was still something about him that she was unsure about. Even seeing him now she couldn’t work it out, but there was something. She would never know what that something was, she couldn’t focus on that now, and there wouldn’t be time after the games, for Annie there would be nothing following the games.

“Maybe to some people it isn’t that bad, but blood and guts doesn’t sound like my idea of a picnic.” She didn’t look at him, even though she was out of Four and had nothing to look at, she kept her gaze fixed on the window and the trees that were gone almost as soon as she noticed them. “And maybe some people like throwing weapons around, but I’m not one of them. And I never will be. O can save you some time here. I’m going to die. I don’t know how to do anything and I’m not a quick learner. Even if I learnt something, nobody would like me and nobody would wish to sponsor me so you might as well just save your breath because I’m a hopeless case.”

She was looking at him now, staring directly into his eyes. Why had she said that? It was everything she was thinking. Annie never told people what she was thinking. In school she had been awkward, nobody spoke to her and she was mostly fine with that. So why had she just changed completely now her life was coming to an end?

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Games || Annie & Finnick

There was no doubt about it; Annie Cresta was having a bad day. It wasn’t even midday and she already said her final goodbyes to her family and was leaving her home District for what she had convinced herself to be the first and last time. Never had she expected to be reaped, but she had considered that if she had been reaped that someone older might volunteer to take her place. It usually happened that way in District Four, but not always. And today was a day where the odds were certainly not in her favour.

Sitting by the window on the train, she glanced quickly over to her District partner. She didn’t know him, but he looked strong, he looked like he could win. He probably would. Annie wouldn’t win, it was impossible.

With a sigh, she turned her attention back towards the window. Her heart felt heavy with the knowledge she wouldn’t get to see the ocean again. She loved to swim, she loved to feel the sand beneath her feet but that was all over. Now all she had was an arena full of people wanting to kill her, and then inevitable death. But not before she spoke with her new mentor, the famous Finnick Odair. Even saying his name in her head made her roll her eyes. He was not the man she wanted to help her. She had seen him on the news, arrogant, and always with someone different. Surely he couldn’t be interested in tributes, especially ones like Annie. She was sure of that, she just hoped that now he was stood only a few feet away from her that he would prove her wrong.

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theunwellupwells:

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"Sorry, I started drinking first. You’ll have to wait."

"Drinking alone can’t be fun though, so enjoy it the best you can."

insanevictor asked: ""Stalker, I miss you.""

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"I miss you too Annie…but…we need the money. We’ve gone over this before…"

"It’s the theory of the new Panem…" Annie commented, "I can’t say that it’s being put into practice." She knew that her Victory money wouldn’t last forever, but they would be able to think about that when the time came. It wouldn’t be for a while and she just wanted an easy life. Or as easy as was possible for a previous Victor.

"Do you promise you’ll be home?"

"I promise, Annie."
And he meant it. He would come home tommorow, no matter what.

Annie couldn’t help but feel relieved. “I can’t wait to see you.” She needed things to be back to normal, and she had waited for what felt like years just to be able to call her life normal. But it would never be normal, she just wanted him to come back.

"Me either. And the kids too…how are they?"

"They’ve been asking about you every day, they missed you."

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"If you’re drinking too, who will take care of the kids?"

"Well that’s no fun."