A/N: Hello my lovely readers and Happy New Year('s Eve)! I know it's taken a tiny bit longer than usual for me to update, so thank you for your patience. I hope you've all had an awesome Christmas Break (I know I enjoyed being able to write more)! But I've taken enough time from the people who bother to read these, so without further ado, Chapter 15! (Also, a huge thank you to everyone that reads, votes, comments, follows, enjoys, or adds this work to your reading lists! It means a lot to me and I really do appreciate the support! Okay, now I'm rambling. Bye, and enjoy the chapter!)

"Run! Run! The fog is poison!" Katniss shouted, clutching her blistered hand tightly.

Reyna was hauled to her feet so quickly, she barely had time to grab her swords in their scabbards. She strapped them to her back and looked around, before starting to run. But something stopped her from getting as far away as she could from this 'poison fog.' Where were her friends?

"Finnick! Peeta! Katniss!" She yelled into the night, starting to go back. That's when she saw them approaching. Staggering, more like.

She sprinted over to them and started pulling them along, as she was the most untouched by the fog. She felt a prickling, stinging sensation on her right side (the one facing the fog, closest to her friends), which was starting to get worse.

"Run, Reyna!" Finnick called from back with the others. She gritted her teeth and helped Katniss with Peeta, the salve protecting her back somewhat from the fog.

"I'm not leaving you! Any of you!" She shouted back, adrenaline pumping through her. She got behind them, her legs and shoulders starting to burn as well as her back. They went faster this way, with her shoving them all.

Finnick scooped Peeta up and put the younger man on his back. His artificial leg was catching on the vines and roots.

The District 4 woman stumbled as her own leg froze up from the airborne toxins in her blood, crying out as she fell down hard. Katniss yanked her up and together they limped away from the fog.

It felt like hours they ran, trying to escape. All Reyna could think about was how the Gamemakers were laughing, and how she regretted not being with Finnick for more time.

Yeah, she was thinking about the second one a bit more than the first.

Her entire back was screaming in agony now, as was her voice. All four of them were in intense pain, more than she ever felt before. Even when she was in her Games.

And then she was going back down memory lane, a spiral staircase of emotion.

They were arranged around the Horn in a perfect circle. To her left, a meadow. To her right, lush forest. At the Cornucopia? A pair of swords, her swords, to be exact. Dangled in front of her face. So much for avoiding the bloodbath like Finnick told her to.

The gong went off and she sprinted for the weapons, grabbing them and turning just in time to parry an axe aimed for her chest. Her opponent was the girl from 2, a trained killer. But little did the brat know that Reyna's father had taught her how to snap someone's neck from the age of eleven years old.

The District 4 Tribute spun and slashed at the girl's stomach, creating a deep, red gash. She finished the girl off so she wouldn't die a slow or more painful death at the hands of another Tribute. The cannon boomed over her. First blood.

Her partner from 2 charged, spear in hand. She sidestepped it and spun so she was at his back, stabbing him with both swords. Her booted foot kicked him off her blades, the cannon sounding before he hit the ground. "I'm sorry." She whispered to nobody in particular. Maybe her humanity, or her innocence. Maybe both.

She grabbed two packs and started to sprint for the woods, stopped by a mammoth of a person. The 18-year-old male from District 6 stepped in her way, a club in hand. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. The Tribute lifted the cudgel, about to swing for her head–

When suddenly his eyes glazed over, the club falling to the ground. He was only kept upright by the broadsword sticking through his chest. And the sword's owner let the corpse fall while the cannon boomed.

He was about her age, with dark brown hair and gray-green eyes. His grin made her insides shift with something she hadn't really acknowledged before. He certainly wasn't bad on the eyes. Nonetheless, she raised her swords and narrowed her eyes, watching his every move.

That is, until he fished something out of his pocket. A shell necklace, to be exact. "Good thing we're allies, right?"

Finnick calling her name snapped her back to the present danger, and she ran even faster than before. The fog was just about to take them when suddenly the ground dropped away. Down they rolled, and the threat followed them.

She couldn't get back up. None of them had the strength to move again.

But the fog didn't keep coming. It stopped, as if held back by an invisible wall. Reyna smile tiredly, letting her head drop back against the ground.

Then the toxins in her system overtook her, and everything went dark.

Reyna woke with a feeling of pain that seeped through her entire body, invading every thought. Then she realized–

She couldn't see.

The fog had gotten in her eyes and it burned. God, it burned. She screamed as she felt the pain increase by tenfold all over her body, salty tears mingling with salty water. Someone was murmuring for her to hold still, that it would be over soon.

"Finnick! FINNICK!!!" Reyna called out, thrashing in this unknown person's hold. It hurt, it was agony, but she had to know if he was okay. In less than four seconds he was by her side. She knew it was him from the soothing timbre of his voice, the one that had lulled her to sleep countless times. From the gentle way he held her that only Finnick had done, to keep away the nightmares only Finnick could really understand.

"I'm here, you're safe. We're safe." He crooned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The tension left her, adrenaline replaced by exhaustion. "Open your eyes for me, love."

Love, she thought with a languid smile. He called me love. And I liked it. She opened her eyes, seeing the bright blue sky, then the deeper blue of Finnick's eyes, that matched the sea she was floating in. "Hey, Fin."

Reyna felt his hand go to the small of her back, the other under her knees to heft her up, though he must have been as fatigued as she was, if not more. She tried protesting, met with a look only he could give. A look that shut her up quite quickly.

She looked at Peeta and Katniss, who were standing a little ways from them. They must've been the ones trying to hold her earlier. She was pretty sure she had slapped Katniss and kicked Peeta in the stomach. Oops. She would apologize later.

Finnick carried her over to the wet sand, laying her on her stomach and inspecting her back. He called the other two over, and Reyna could practically hear his grin, even without looking.

Peeta was the one to speak. "Reyna, your burns are gone!"