Sell my Soul⇸Finnick Odair [1]

epilogue

Everything is frighteningly still when she wakes up. The bed was her own, the sheets a wonderful clean white and smooth, the giant window at her side set in the soothing scene of the hill side back home, the tall grass swaying in an imaginary breeze, and it takes a moment to remember that this is all very wrong and completely impossible.

She jumps from the bed as if burned and a hand touches the cotton pajamas that she had been dressed in, ans her brow furrows in confusion.

Running from the room and into the sitting area she finds it all empty, not a person in sight, but everything immaculately clean.

"Hello?" She calls, coming to stand in the center of the room.

"Miss Combe, how nice of you to join us."

Her heart leaps and she spin to the elevator door in time to see President Snow, an attendant and a peacekeeper step out.

"Sir! I'm afraid I don't understand what's happening," Terra admits, shifting uncomfortably.

"Sit, with me, Terra, dear," Snow tells her, moving to the couches and she scrambles to follow, sitting across from him as small as she come make herself appear.

The President was quiet watching her carefully for what felt like an eternity, before an Avox came in, placing an array of finger food on the low table, a mix of items from her District and delicacies from the Capitol. He took a drink that the Avox handed him and motioned for her to eat. She reached forward and took a piece of cured meat from the table, pairing it with a sugary treat before taking a bite.

"Sir, what happened to the arena? Did someone win the Games?" Terra finally asks when it looks like he'll have nothing to say.

"The Games were over the moment Katniss Everdeen shot an arrow into the sky," he tells her, vague, and Terra is only left more confused.

She remembers an arrow of fire shooting up, the early electricity from the storm, the beeping of her arm. She shakes away the blurry memories and looks to him instead.

"She destroyed the arena and caused chaos among the Districts," Snow says. "She, among with the traitors Finnick Odair, Beetee Latier, and Chaff Woodwell, have escaped the to the ruins of District 13."

Terra chokes, breathing heavily and she shakes her head in denial. "No, no that can't be right. There's no District 13, they were eliminated for rebelling."

"They have managed to survive somehow, like cockroaches, and are encouraging the rebellion among the other Districts."

She shakes her head, her hands coming to rest over her ears as though it could prevent all the horrible things that she was hearing.

"Johanna, Peeta and Annie and here as well, dear, and you will be permitted to see them after you answer a simple question," Snow went on, baiting her with her friends and Terra let him, hanging on to that thread of hope that he drew her in with. "Were you aware of this act of rebellion, Terra?"

"I'm not sure. Haymitch had come to us, me and Lux, asking to make sure that we kept Katniss alive in the arena, but I wasn't aware that it was for this," Terra confessed. "I- I thought that he simply wanted her to be the last one left, I never thought they would, well, that they would do this."

President Snow considers her for a moment, with her hair lank and hanging straight, her loose clothing that made her look so small, and nods once with a soft noise from the back of his throat. "Very well. You are granted asylum, refugee from the fighting of the Districts, Terra Combe."

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Soo thats the end of this folks! Terra is now stuck in the Capitol which is going to be a completely different kind of battle.

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2019-02-13