tomorrow will come

Pausing for a moment, he quickly rushed after her as soon as he heard the guards come closer. “Come on!” He whispered, taking her hand and pulling her along, his arm going under her shoulder to take the weight off of her broken ankle.

She breathed a small sigh of relief as he slipped under her shoulder, taking the weight off her ankle. “Thank you!” She whispered, with some decent amount of gratefulness for his actions. Nodding toward a door at the other end of the hall she gave him a nudge with her arm to drive him in that direction. “There are tunnels under the city. We can get out unnoticed there.”

“And when they find us? What will they do then?” HE whispered, pushing himself up to his feel to follow after her, limping greatly as he grimaced. “Domani, I’m not going to make it. You have to go, you have to go, it could bee your only chance.” 

“They tried destroying thirteen once Dean and apparently it didn’t work. We can be safe! We can be a family!” Taking a step, she felt the cracked bone in her ankle remind her of her pain, “If I’m willing to make this run with a broken ankle and you want to stay behind...” she let go of his hand, continuing toward the door. “Stay then. Let Snow rule you, let him strip you of all the strength I know you to have because he won’t be satisfied until you are.” 

He gripped her hand and pulled himself up, calculating the ramifications in his head. “Dom, if I’m not here when they come back, they’ll track and kill you and the baby.” He reasoned with her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to run, oh no, he wanted it with every fiber of his being, but he couldn’t let his child be in harms saftey. Even if it meant doing what he hated. 

She shook her head, backing toward the door. “Not if we are protected in thirteen. I know how thirteen is alive, I know they are behind the rebellion. They can offer us shelter.” She tugged on his arm, “Please Dean. Just trust me!”

He gripped her hand and pulled himself up, calculating the ramifications in his head. “Dom, if I’m not here when they come back, they’ll track and kill you and the baby.” He reasoned with her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to run, oh no, he wanted it with every fiber of his being, but he couldn’t let his child be in harms saftey. Even if it meant doing what he hated. 

She shook her head, backing toward the door. “Not if we are protected in thirteen. I know how thirteen is alive, I know they are behind the rebellion. They can offer us shelter.” She tugged on his arm, “Please Dean. Just trust me!”

His eyes drifted down to her stomach and for a moment his brows furrowed, he didn’t understand. Then it hit him. He was going to be a father. A real father. “Really?” He whispered before scowling at the mention of Snow. “He want’s me- he want’s me to go back. To do it again. To become who I was before, Dom.”

“Yes, Dean. I wouldn’t lie to you, not about this.” Her voice was soft. “You don’t have to do it, Dean. We can go, I know a safe way out, you have a choi-” she could hear them approaching, getting closer. She closed the distance between them, grabbing his hand, she tried to pull him up. “Come on. This isn’t a game. This is our lives, and for once, we have a choice in what we do!” 

She nodded, seeing him she didn’t even try to stop the tears. It was as if she’ed just expected him to have died, to have never made it out of the arena. Perhaps it was because she didn’t want him to know of this torture, or of what was happening to her. “It’s really me. It’s us.” Her hand slid over her stomach, “I don’t have much time... Snow wants to terminate the baby.” She held a hand out to him, throwing a glance over her shoulder, “Come with me, we can get out of here. I know someplace safe.” 

“You are young to me because I’m older. Seems as though Snow enjoys watching us survive and then kil-” Annie took a deep breath. “Killing our families anyways..I had a breakdown watching my Games and that was the last straw for him. You needed to protect your District, that’s both understandable and honorable.” Annie couldn’t help the snicker at Do’s last words.