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The final day of training ended with their private session, they each would get fifteen minutes with the game makers to amaze them with their skills, Opal wasn't sure what she could show them. There were a lot of jokes being said at lunch making Opal smile as a burst of soft laughter escaped her lips, for a split second they all felt normal, like old friends simply joking with each other. As the female tribute from District four, she was schedualed to go eighth, the dining room got quieter as the tributes began to file out Opal gave Finnick a small kiss on the cheek before he went in "Good luck,"

Opal was soon called in to enter the room the atmosphere was very different from the sixty-seventh Hunger Games, the game makers towered over her all of them attentive watching with fixed eyes. With a faint smirk, she made her way over to a small metal table which displayed various knives, her slim fingers found the one she wanted plucking it from the table. Opal's eyes narrowed down on a dummy which was a few meters away from her, with a slight flick of her wrist the dagger ended up directly in its eye "Tell Snow I thought of him when I killed that dummy," she hissed. The effect on the Gamemakers was immediate, and Opal found it satisfying. Several let out small shrieks, while some lost their grip on their wine glasses, which then shattered musically against the ground. Two even looked like they considered fainting, the look of shock was unanimous.

Plutarch Heavensbee stared steadily at her the juices from the apple he had crushed ran through his finger "You may leave now, Miss West." She put up her hand giving a small wave before leaving, Opal stood there smirking to herself as the lift doors shut. The woman knew she would pay ten times over for this action in the arena but the rebellion had just started. She went to find Finnick and the other victors from her district to tell them about her session, but to her surprise, no one was around. She assumed they would be getting ready for dinner and decided to take a shower for herself, as she stood in the soft rain fall Opal wondered if her decision had been a wise one. She had done it to keep her allies safe, perhaps if the Gamemakers were after her they would pay less attention to them, but then they could also get caught up in the attack. However, she did not regret her decision.

They all gathered for dinner, she noticed Annie was looking a lot more frantic than usual Opal offered her a reassuring smile. Once the soup was served, Mags gets to the issue on everyone's mind "How did your private session go?" she questioned in her croaky voice. Opal exchanged a look with Finnick not eager to disclose what she had done. In the calmness of the dining room, it felt quite extreme.

"Well, I did some training with the trident and made a few knots" he shrugged lacking enthusiasm "What did you do?"

She paused the possible consequences of her actions were now weighing down on her "I killed a dummy and said it was Snow." After a moment of disbelief, all the disapproval in the room hit her like a ton of bricks.

"You...killed...Snow?" Elizabeth spoke in a hushed voice, she excused herself leaving the table with a napkin held to her face. Opal sighed placing her spoon down, it hadn't been her intention to upset Elizabeth, it made her feel awful.

Fergus stared at her "Well, let's look at the training scores." They all moved to gather around the television and a red-eyed Elizabeth rejoined them. The tribute's faces each come up district by district flashing by. Predictably high score for Cashmere, Gloss, Brutus, Enobaria and Finnick. When Opal's face finally flashed up a twelve was stamped next to her name which was a big change from her previous four.

"They had done that so the others will have no choice but to target you," Annie weeps the thought of losing someone else terrified her, Mags soon engulfed the girl in an embrace as the rest of the score flashed up most of them medium to low. When Katniss and Peeta flashed up they had also managed to pull a twelve, they had all made Hunger Games history. But no one wanted to celebrate.

"You have got some competition," Finnick joked nudging her with his elbow.

She scoffed "Can't wait." Finnick and Opal began to walk down to their room in silence, before either of them could climb into bed, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his chest. His hands slid their way up her back as his cheek leant against her hair "I'm sorry if I made things worse."

"You don't need to apologise," Finnick answered "But why did you do it?"

Opal shrugged not sure herself "I guess, I wanted to show them I was more than just a piece in their game?" He laughed a little, remembering the night the pair had been on the roof, the night he had given her that necklace. His fingers traced lightly over the jewellery "But I know I want to spend every minute of my final days with you," They both soon sunk into sleep enveloped in each other's warmth, and when she opened her eyes again daylight was streaming through the windows.

"No nightmare," He commented.

"None," she said with a smile, it had been months since she had slept with a clear mind, part of her felt sorry for always waking Finnick with her screaming and crying but the man truly didn't mind. They lay there for a while no rush to begin the new day.

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