The Risk

15 year old Cassie Acquah doesn't realize what "risk" is until she gets herself stuck... The thing is, a board game isn't really the same as real life, so how will she survive when she gets thrown head-first into one. Well, I suppose she COULD fall in love with the troop leader, become a soldier and explore the world on horseback, but how will she ever get out?


35. Shot.

After I had rashly donned my uniform, so that it draped over me scruffily, I beckoned for Finnick to come over, even though I doubted he would see me through the dense rain spitting down. The sky was shrouded with a black presence, wisps of cloud occasionally fading to reveal a hazy and extremely dull sky.

It was quite depressing, really.

I turned back, to see Finnick hopping nimbly down the stones towards me.

"Did you see me wave, or did you come down anyway?" I inquired skeptically.

"Who do you take me for?" he asked, chuckling.

"So the latter?" I asked, intrigued.

"Ummmm... Sure!" he laughed, taking my hand and kissing my forehead as I scowled at him; I couldn't stay mad for long, plus I knew he was only joking.

We walked for a while, brushing through the thick atmosphere of leaves, before we came across a tree root- neither of us noticed, of course, being so absorbed in our own thoughts. I fell to the floor, toppling into a big pile of mud, broken only by the thick padding of slightly browned leaves. Because we were holding hands, Finnick then followed, dropping to a patch right next to me, so that our faces were only centimeters apart. I let out a muffled squeal of pain. I looked down to my hip forlornley; there was a stinging pain that was very unsubtle.

"Hey, hey, shhhhhh..." Finnick cooed, placing one hand on my hip and massaging it gently. Another small yelp escaped my lips.

"I'll take you back to the camp," he said sweetly, putting an arm around my shoulder.

"No, that's fine," I said instantly, attempting to stand and brush myself down. I fell back down onto he ground, my hip contacting the hard, frozen earth, and Finnick picked me up in his arms.

"Come on, Cassie," he whispered soothingly "You need some rest."

And there was nothing I could do to object- Finnick hiked me back up to our "camp", and lay me down on the bed me had woven the night before. I heard him say something to do with closing my eyes, but I was just focused on getting to sleep, away from the pain. The last thing I felt was someone planting a warm kiss on my cheek and footsteps fading away.


That didn't sound like Finnick.


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