Real Or Not Real

The first part has a total of [-] words, and each chapter has five or six thousand words.

The second part is almost [-] words, and each chapter is almost less than [-]

In this chapter, Felicity's fall finally reached more than 3000 and it didn't get stuck

ε=(′ο｀*))) Alas, Felicity is still suffering... I actually got this name from the IT girl in Green Arrow, FelicitySmoak

☆, spark of fire

Chapter 19 A Spark of Fire

Finnick Odair

Dahlia Heffernan tucked Annie's quilt, stood up from the bed, and walked towards me.She closed the door behind her back and said softly, "She fell asleep. It's so sad and too tired."

"How about the wound on her forehead?"

Dahlia Heffernan shook her head, "I just hit it when I was passed out, it's okay, I'm already on the medicine."

I nodded and didn't speak again.

"I'm sorry." Dahlia Heffernan put her hand over the back of my hand, her eyes were also red, "We all miss Felicity."

I get it, I can see Dahlia Heffernan is upset.But that's not the case, her sadness is for the tribute.My sadness is for my loved ones.In fact, I don't feel sad now, I feel angry, feel every part of my body is burning, like when I went back to the tribute building to take a shower this morning, I used a scrub towel and brushed my skin hard When scrubbing, it feels like a fire is burning.

"Please do me a favor and take care of Annie."

"Of course." Dahlia Heffernan nodded and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Trust me." I took out my hand, patted Dahlia Heffernan on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the elevator.

With my back to the elevator door, I looked at the Tribute Building through the glass of the elevator. These silver walls, silver decorations and various silver decorations make this building look so modern, so technological, and it looks clean and tidy. The rose in Snow's hand came to my mind.The entire Capitol, the entire Hunger Games, and the entire country of Panem are roses in Snow's hands.He trims the leaves and removes the thorns to make the flower as fragrant and long-lasting as possible, but in the end, we can all see the ugliness within.

"Rude" was the word he used.How light.

The elevator goes to the first floor.I turned and walked out, through the gates of the Tribute Building, to the car that had been waiting for me. "Please go to the presidential palace." I said to the driver.

what will i encounterI don't know either.It could be blocking, it could be a beating from the security police, being put in jail, or cutting out my tongue, or even taking my life.I do not care. Snow has hurt everyone I care about, and I don't care.

As soon as the car stopped, I immediately opened the door and strode out.

The policemen of the peace stood motionless by the columns under the Greek porticoes.

Redhead La_vinia was waiting at the door.Behind her, the gate of the Presidential Palace gradually opened with my steps.

"President Snow is waiting for you, Finnick."

My footsteps stopped, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly surged up.It's like a fight in an arena. Now, under the control of my opponent, every move I make, every movement is a reaction to follow the opponent's footsteps.

La_vinia turned and walked through the gates of the Presidential Palace.I can only follow in the footsteps of the enemy.I have no other choice.

Like the first time I came here, go through the porch, step on the corridor paved with beige marble, pass those oil paintings, flags and statues, until the end of the corridor, through the deep recessed door in the middle of the brown gold door frame. Go down the door.

La_vinia stopped silently by the door.

The president's reception room was as dark as I remembered it. Snow was sitting on the sofa in the center of the reception room, holding a book in his hand, and was reading with the sunlight coming in through the glass window.

I stand at the door.The reception room door closed behind me.

"I did everything you asked me to. I please whoever you ask me to please, I smile, I eat, I go wherever you want me to be." I felt my skin burn again. "Why?"

Snow turned a page of the book.

"I just want my only family alive. You've taken my parents and Felicity is the only Odair I have. Why?"

Snow closed the book, put it on his lap, folded his hands on it, and tapped the cover of the book with his fingers.

"It's all arranged. You promised Districts [-] and [-] that you'd give the victor's crown to the tribute who killed Felicity. I saw it, those vipers that popped out of nowhere. Arrange gifts for Felicity I didn't arrive on time either. Everything, everything." I snorted coldly, and the questioning voice rushed out of my trembling body, "Why?!!"

Snow looked up at me, head tilted to one side.

Snow pursed his lips, opened and closed twice, and made two clicks, "Mr. Odair, if one thing is to be completed and achieve the effect you want, what do you think is needed? To change the analogy you are familiar with, if You want to get rid of your target in the arena, just like you did when No.60 was fifth, want to disintegrate the alliance of professional tributes, how do you do it?"

I frowned, unable to understand what he was referring to.

"You determine your goals, your actions, where to perform them, and when to perform them."

it's time.He's blaming me for this.

"Indeed, as you think, there is another point, your goal." Snow clasped the side of the book with his fingers, and he said: "If a person wants to achieve many goals, he can't achieve any of them, such as you."

"I just want to..."

Snow frowned and shook his head, "Just want your only relative to survive? You can ask yourself if that's really the case. If what you say is all you want, then none of this will be Happened. If you really loved your sister as much as you say, the 'only' Odair you have, you wouldn't try, even think about it, to annoy Capitol, to go against what I said."

The trembling of my limbs was almost unstoppable, I only felt cold and pain, as if someone was tearing my skin and pulling my limbs.is that so? After Felicity's name was said, I had this thought, I had it, just for a moment, I dare not think about it a second time.

"What Asher told you is correct. At yesterday's dinner table alone, no less than half of the 'secrets' you guessed were known. They would all sit there quietly, drinking from their cups. Drinking wine, eating the meat on the plate." A smile appeared on Snow's face, and I saw the creases at the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, the exposed teeth, and the black-red mouth. "Freedom is not something that should exist in the country of Panem. It is too dangerous. Because it will destroy the families of those who want it. I think you have learned this."

The pain from the fingernails poking into the palm of my hand allowed me to control my facial muscles, I gritted my teeth, raised the corners of my mouth and said, "Isn't it because they are still useful to you that you let those people eat at the same table as you? Isn't it because you still have the capital to hurt them? No victor can satisfy your accomplices more than me, but now you can no longer hurt me except to kill me."

Snow looked at me, the muscles of his cheeks lifted upwards, pulling out a brighter smile, and the laughter rushed out of his chest, making him cough twice. "Why? Do I look so vulnerable?"

"You won't hurt Mags Cohen."

"Indeed, Mags have greater value." Snow frowned, "So, what about Annie Cresta?"

"Her name will not appear in the glass ball..."

"Are you sure?" Snow smiled, raised his chin slightly to look at me, "Who told you?"

The trembling all over my body disappeared at that moment.As if poured with cement, they all stopped.

Until the door of the reception room closed behind me again, the harsh light in the corridor made my temples twitch and ache.Even until I had stepped out of the gate of the presidential palace, Snow's words were still running rampant in my mind.

"Finnick..."

I seem to have misheard.

"Finnick."

I wanted to turn around, but La_vinia was already at my side.

"There is a bar at the intersection of Tribute Avenue and Third Avenue. You can go there and say 'Crescent' to the bartender. If you really hate Snow." La_vinia said softly, "Asher."

Asher?

I looked sideways at Léavinia.This red-haired girl, I remember someone told me that she is the orphan of a friend of the president.If Asher had the ability to place the eyeliner beside Snow, how could it be possible for Snow's eyeliner to be his butler all the time.

From the golden trident, to Ron's No.60 Six Hunger Games, to Snow's white rose.I have seen the figure of Griffith Asher.I trust Asher because the trident kept me alive, because he helped me after I screwed up with Marchant, because he told me Snow's secret.I wondered why he helped me so much?Is it just because I'm from District [-]?I think, now I have the answer.

I walked down the steps quickly, got into the car, and said to the driver, "The bar at the intersection of Tribute Avenue and Third Avenue."

When I walked into that pub, I didn't think it was any different from what was special about Kebi.In the liquor that can make up the palette, lights of various colors are refracted, and smiles of various colors are reflected.

In the bar, there are various barrels on all the walls and columns.I saw a woman on the arm of a man, giggling, holding a glass and walking around the inner wall of the bar, mixing her own cocktail.I dare say that if you drink that cup, it will be the morning of the next day.

In such a place, the bar counter curled up in a corner looked a little deformed.I walked over and stood in front of the bar without touching the countertop.

"what can I do for you?"

"Crescent," I said.

The bartender's eyes turned to one side, and the golden eyeliner was a little out of shape, "Please follow me."

He led me around two columns and a screen to a hidden corner.I didn't even notice there was an elevator until he pressed a patterned center on the wall.The elevator door closed, blocking the world of Yingying Yanyan from the elevator door.I felt weightless for a moment, the elevator went down, and the number on the screen showed "B5".

The elevator door opens.

People on the fifth basement floor turned their heads, looked at the elevator entrance, and looked at me.

I was stunned for a moment. When I stepped out of the elevator and walked into this space, I took a serious look at them, the faces that I thought I was already familiar with.

I once asked Rebecca, the mentor in District Seven, to take care of Hans' sister Johanna Mason.Right now, Rebecca is standing closest to me.Beside her, is the mentor of District [-], the alcoholic Haymitch Abernathy.Behind them both stood Plutarch Hea_vensbee, a member of the Hunger Games organizing committee, whom I met at Asher's house.Behind Hea_vensbee, there is Annie's designer, the wild looking Tigris.There are many others that I have not met.

Griffith Asher walked through the crowd and came up to me.

He held out a hand. "Welcome to join us as rebels."

I stood still, looking into his sea green eyes.