Finnick Odair (capitoldarling) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-01-02 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, finnick odair, katniss everdeen |
Who: Finnick Odair and Katniss Everdeen
What: Finnick has a nightmare
When: Friday night
Where: Katniss and Finnick's place
Warnings: Probably references to Hunger Games-level violence
The heat sat oppressively on his chest, sweat sliding down the back of his neck as he ran through the forest, the ground uneven underfoot. The wet suit didn't provide enough support to his feet, really, but he had to keep running away, because -- just because. Up ahead, he could hear screaming. Jabberjays, some part of his brain supplied. He tried to steel himself against the fear and panic he knew was coming, but he never succeeded.
(This was the dream he'd had on repeat since arriving here, a collision of the 65th and 75th games. Fourteen and twenty-four simultaneously, too arrogant for his own good and then too in love for his own good. But no matter what happened afterward, no matter which slices of the games he was treated to, it always started with the jabberjays, Annie screaming his name, pleading, scared.)
Sure enough, he heard her, and he started to run, faster, the trident held in his hand, bumping against his leg, worthless to help him in this. (Another streak of screaming broke through Annie's voice: his district partner from the 65th games, tangled in the net he'd caught her in, pleading with him before he'd gutted her. Just something he'd had to do if he wanted to go home, he'd thought at the time, but it was perhaps the thing that now haunted him most in his life. What kind of person had he been at fourteen to be capable of that? They all committed sins during their games, but it was only the soulless who butchered the only person from home they had.)
He raced, faster and faster. He collided with the barrier, a wave of electricity sliding, glass-like, in front of him. He landed on the ground. Breathless. The sky stretched messily over him. Annie's screaming pierced his ears, slitting the insides of his veins. He sat up, and then there was she. On the other side of the forcefield, held by Peacekeepers. She threw herself against them, shawl slipping from her shoulders, her hair mussed. She screamed his name, and he tried to get up again -- but he was pinned to the ground, electricity singing in his veins, his body scorched. (I can't move. But I have to -- I have to --)
"Annie!" he woke himself up screaming, shooting up in bed. He was drenched in a cold sweat. His legs were tangled in the sheets, and his heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to explode in his chest. The times when when he'd woken himself out of a nightmare were far and few in between, and he ducked his head into his hands now, body bowed underneath the weight of what he'd seen. (What he'd done, he reminded himself. He hadn't been able to save her. And he couldn't save her now.)