The Diamond (Finnick Odair/OC)

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Mindful of the blade, I clicked my tongue and turned to face those sea green eyes with a glare. "Come to seduce me, Finnick?

He was smirking at me but it seemed more troubled than cocky. "Only if you want me to, Love."

My glare didn't drop. He looked to be in good condition, the word great comes to mind. He somehow pulled off a grey jumpsuit, his hair naturally messy. No real stress but there was pain.  Pain was showing in those beautiful eyes and I hated it. Hated it because I knew I caused it. And I hate that I hate him in pain! 

Finnick now gave me a small smile while leaning on the wall beside me casually. He eyed my appearance and I felt slightly embarrassed, I'd been running around in nothing but a hospital gown and slippers, the gown a bit see through at the back exposing my underwear. "What did you end up doing to get all this attention?"

He sounded almost disappointed in me. I bit my lip and fiddled with end of my gown. Why should I tell him anything? Even being in-front of him confuses me. He's broken me. Gave me life only to kill me anyways. I hate I still have feelings for him. I'm still grateful he saved me but I have to remind myself that it wasn't real. Not to him and now I have to tell myself not to me. Otherwise I'll be an even bigger mess than I already am. Maybe it was because I've been so starved of contact or just that maybe I still wanted to feel like the girl in the arena who believed in love. Even if she was long gone, I could still hold on to the feeling so I replied.  "I killed the president, I think".

He sniggered. "You think you killed Snow? Sorry to disappoint, but he's still kicking".

I felt myself smirk dangerously at him. "Not Snow, Coin".

His eyebrows instantly creased in confusion. "And why would you want to do that?"

I decided then if he wasn't going to leave me alone, I'll make him hate me again as much as I currently hate him. And there's no better way to get someone to hate you then by simply telling the truth. Especially when you're not a good person. I shrugged casually. "I didn't invite her into my room. Naturally, when she entered I smashed her head in with my soup bowl and left her on the ground. Figured they tend to lock people up when you kill outside an arena. So, I ran for it".

Finnick nodded at me before he tusked. "Funny".

Yeah, it will be when you find out it's real. 

I watched Finnick as he stared desperately at the floor. He rose his head, his eyes holding mine in a captivating stare. "I figured you'd be more angry at me. You've barely talked to anyone or left your room".

I sighed. "I'm not doing this".

His head tipped in confusion. "Doing what?"

I huffed in frustration. "This. I'm not going to 'talk it out' with you. I hate you Finnick!."

He sighed heavily. "I know".

I felt myself scoff, as if he's agreeing with me. "I can't believe I was so stupid. To actually believe someone was capab-". I should stop. He doesn't deserve to know and really I don't care, he clearly doesn't care. And if he does then that's just fucked up.  He hated me and was tasked with sudecing me into being merciful and allying with Katniss in the games. He achieved that and I can't let myself believe he got feelings for me along the way. I mean, he's Finnick Odair. Charming women is what he does. And apparently I'm no different.

I felt myself sniff. "I thought it was you".

He raised his head at me with a questioning eyebrow. I sighed. "W-who opened my door. I wanted to kill you. Not her".

A look of realisation crossed his face. "Coin?".

I looked down in shame.

He stared at the ceiling in frustration. "You actually attempted to kill the president. Of course you did". He smirked, eyes still on the roof before tipping his head at me. "Guess that explains the flashing red lights".

Of course he's completly ignoring that I wanted to kill him.  He shrugged. "So what's the plan here? You run away back home. Somehow cover 13 Districts back to your own in the middle of a war?. Let's throw in you being a revoultionary figure for one side, wanted to be killed by Capitol loyalists in your own district and Snow at every turn. Now, does that sound like a soild plan to you?. I know you like analysing things, but I don't think you've thought this one through".

I felt my face stare up at him in confusion. "I thought in District One they were rebelling against the Capitol".

Finnick shrugged, eyes concerned. "Heavensbee sugar coated it for you. District One is a battle ground of Rebels and Capitol Loyalists. Every citizen there knows how to fight, they're all careers, all have a signature weapon. I suppose everyone overlooked District One for the rebellion. Probably because you're all so high-maintence but you're actually a district of fighters. Your Distrct is in the middle of a civil war. District Two did initially rebel before word of District One broke out. Now they're back to making quotas. That's why Coin probably went to your room, it's getting chaotic in the career districts. They need you".

This was all too much. I wasn't ready for this, I'd never be ready for this. I sighed and bit my lip in confliction. "And Districts Four and Three? What's it like there?"

Finnick smirked at the mention of his own district. "They follow you uncondtionally".

I nodded and blew out a shaky breath. As much as it pains me, I needed answers. Real answers to what's actually going on. I can't get them from District Thirteen officals. Katniss is kept out of the dark as much as I am. But Finnick. Finnick somehow always knows everything. Cunning, smart and deadly. I have to remind myself of the latter. "How many casualties in District One?".

His smirked dropped and he shook his head. "I don't know. I do know however that this afternoon Katniss is agreeing to be the Mockingjay. She's going to bring them a list of demands, Anything she wants. If you agree to be the Diamond along side her they'd be willing to give you anything you want too".

Okay, so I'm not dumb. I know he's baiting me. Tuning into my materialstic side that can't help but get excited at the thought of people having to give into me. Anything? Get my mother out of a civil war is now at the tippy top of that list. Saving Cashmere, definitely. Maybe save Enorbaia too because I owe her. She did want to go to the final two together and I did fuck up her plan so, the least I can do is get her out of the Capitol.  I rose a suspicious eyebrow up at Finnick. "How do I know your even telling the truth?"

He stepped closer to me until I could feel his breath against my lips. Just when I thought he'd kiss me, he quickly ducked his head next to my ear.  "You don't. Guess you're just going to have to trust me".