‘Fuck,’ Moonbeam thought, as the light of day awoke him into another shit day in the Hunger Games. It was about twelve or thirteen degrees and the clouds were thick yet white, signalling the mundane day that was about to unfold. He groaned at the thought of moving, but realised that he couldn’t just lie in the middle of a board in broad daylight with people who want him dead roaming around. So he rose. He needed a plan for the day. Food and water were essential, but he felt in a killing mood today. Who to kill? He wasn’t in a position to be picky; anyone would do. The first person he came across in fact.
He still had water from yesterday, but it was running low and he would definitely need water by at least tomorrow sunset or else he’s be as dead as a Jesus. He kicked about in the mousetrap section of the arena hoping to find some water but needless to say, he could find fuck all. Moonbeam wasn’t too hungry actually after the huge slab of cheese he gained the previous night, but a little something may be useful. But how could he find these things? By murdering a young defenceless child and stealing their means of survival? YES.
So Moonbeam left the mousetrap area and headed over to the hungry hippos section. The walk was incredibly exhausting but life’s a bitch and Moonbeam accepted it. There he would hunt for tributes. When he finally arrived, he hid behind some sort overgrown bushes at the side of a lake and waited for prey. The throwing stars were clutched firmly in his grasp, eager to meet flesh. The pitter-patter of sneaky feet crept by somewhere in Moonbeam’s proximity. Peering out of his hidey-hole, he saw the tribute quietly walking to the hungry hippo sector. Up he stood and flung the throwing star. Hurtling through the air, it hit them in the shoulder causing them to cry out in pain. Before they had time to realise what was happening, Moonbeam was on them, crashing into their side and knocking them to the floor. He mounted the tribute’s chest; finally seeing who it was and drew another throwing star. He grinned, and then sliced open their throat. “Bye Jaxx” he whispered cruelly as he watched the blood pour from the young boy’s neck. After a few seconds there was a loud boom of a cannon and Moonbeam rolled the corpse over, searching for supplies in Jaxx’s possession. ‘That’s how to get food Moonbeam-style’ he thought to himself as he grabbed what the boy had.
Immediately he scuttled off far away from the dead, as to not attract predators and found a decent place to lie down. He noticed hippos wandering around the area he was in. They were Capitol creations and that worried him but for the time being they seemed content with keeping to themselves. Until he could get to sleep, Moonbeam simply looked up at the stars. Killing didn’t bother him much but then again he was just a little bit insane – just a little. Sleep captured him soon after. During the night a hippo walked towards him and just stood there, unmoving. He didn’t wake up to notice it but it didn’t move away.
Violette woke up next to Glare, groggy and noticing of an absence. Horus and Brielle were no longer there and although she knew to win they had to die she still missed them. They decided to stay in the same section as going by the noises she heard – someone dug up the landmines. She held onto her knife and plotted to kill, someone, anyone. She was bloodthirsty. Violette spent some of her time cutting one of their blankets into this stops and twisting it into a rope. She then took the plastic sheet into her hands and waited. She waited a while before a girl tribute came wandering along. Violette remembered her name to be Kandi, There was a boy with her but she didn’t know his name until the girl shouted it on spotting Violette. “Jaxx, RUN!” Kandi called out as Violette took a throwing knife in her free hand. Violette left Glare sitting with his own weapon, on guard, looking out for his ally and took off for Kandi, letting her knife fly through the air. It lodged in the back of Kandi’s knee, making her fall to the ground in agony and in seconds Violette was on her. She fastened the rope, quickly and tightly around Kandi’s neck, cutting off her air supply. Kandi resisted but it was to no avail – Violette was stronger. Violette then took the sheet of plastic and pressed it down over Kandi’s nose and mouth, finishing her off. She managed to let out one strangled cry that if you listened hard enough could have been “goodbye Jaxx” before he cannot fired and she ceased to exist.
Violette then collected the knives stained in blood and wandered back to her Glare, satisfied yet again by the warm blood on her hands. Glare sat back, thinking about Tovee and how he missed him with all his being. “I’ll get back to you soon” he whispered, tears stinging his eyes but he refused to let them spill over, he had to be strong. Night was approaching fast before Violette and Glare had time to do anything else so they simply stayed where they were. They heard some strange sounds of movement in the chess section, movements that were unlike that of a tribute but they sounded far off for the time being so the two settled down to sleep.
Kandi and Jaxx woke up early and decided to walk. They talked senselessly as there wasn’t much conversation to be had or small talk to be made as they wandered for hours. They headed into the chess section on their travels but came across a tribute. Kandi ordered Jaxx around regularly and as tired of it as he was he was prepared to listen to her demand of “Jaxx, RUN!”
He ran as fast as he could on his little legs, leaving Kandi behind and cringing when he heard a cannon fire, worried that it might be hers. A small tear pooled in his eye but when he reached the hungry hippos section he knew he had to be alert. He flailed around in his pockets for the boomerang he had taken from Horus but he must’ve dropped it, he could only find the food he had grabbed. “Damn” he whispered, but he was only distracted for a second. The rustling of bushes told him there might be someone behind him – lurking.
Bo woke up late, the sun was high in the sky and he was extremely tired and thirsty. He wandered for a while, quite a long time by the way he dragged his feet, until he reached the hungry hippos section of the arena.
He walked for a while longer before he found himself confronted head on by a huge lake. “Wow” he whispered before throwing away his inhibitions and jumping in the cool water, drinking it up.
He stayed in for what seemed like hours before climbing out and walking again, hoping that he might be able to find his ally, Lucinda. At least he thought she was still his ally. He would search for her anyway - he cared for the girl and her sight was impaired, she needed someone to help her.
He thought he saw someone, sitting behind a hippo, but night was falling and he believed that his eyes could be deceiving him. Bo wanted to leave it until the morning so he cuddled up into a ball behind some bushes. Sleep came easy as he was so refreshed. He was glad he had been able to drink the water unconditionally, not having to worry about preserving it.
Lucinda woke up next to a hippo, gently patting it on the stomach before standing to move. Bo hadn’t come to find her and she was almost glad. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she wasn’t going to make it all the way to the end of the games and she didn’t want Bo to have to witness that. Plus he was babying her - and that was something she didn’t enjoy.
She walked to the lake, it was quiet. She couldn’t hear anyone else in the section as of yet but she figured moving was a good idea. Walking as fast as she could, Lucinda headed carefully towards the chess section. She fumbled her way along the edges, nervous about falling over but not wanting to hang around for too long.
She couldn’t remember where the bombs were but she knew that she had heard them and she knew that they weren’t the sound of cannons. Regardless, she made it into the section safely.
Even so, it wasn’t long before she came across some tributes. She heard them clearly approaching and then she heard the familiar ring of metal from a sword being held up to her.
“Morning, princess” said a new voice that certainly didn’t belong to Bo.
Jet, Salvatore, and Capella had noticed that Moonbeam was now in the mouse trap section with them. The three didn’t like the extra company and decided to gang up on him. Jet took his wire and fashioned it into a lasso, he looked over to Capella. She was sitting near the entrance of the mouse trap and ripping her blanket to pieces with one of her allies’ knives. She then tied it into an intricate rope, attached the rope to the mace and turned her mace into a meteor hammer. She sat by the door because she was certain of some stuff was going to down. Jet decided to walk over to the start of the trap and crank the wheel, just in case Moonbeam would fall trap to it. He told his allies about this plan so they knew not to walk under the cage. She received a sponsorship gift of a slingshot and some poison and she hid it from her alliance before they could see what it was. She started to put some poison on the spikes of her mace and the jagged rocks that came with her slingshot before her alliance called her over to let her in on the plan. She heard that Moonbeam was already in the section of the arena they were in so the plan was to find and kill him. Capella shrugged, ain’t nobody got time to hunt down tributes. She went back to her space at the entrance and looked around to amuse herself. ‘Moonbeam has probably already left by now,’ she thought, ‘if he isn’t stupid, that is.’ Salvatore spun the pot in his hand, taking a few practice swings before going over to where they thought Moonbeam was but they couldn’t find him. Jet looked around the trap and it hadn’t been set off. Perhaps he hadn’t turned the wheel enough.
Jet was annoyed that Moonbeam was nowhere to be found. “He must have left early” he hissed to his allies. That night the alliance stayed in the mouse trap area, finishing off the last of their food and trying their best to find sleep. Jet turned his wire in his hands, thirsty for Moonbeam’s blood. Capella sighed but stayed with the alliance. Desperate for a chance to use her weapon but in need of rest, even though hadn’t been an exciting day.
Aimee had taken the last watch while Tae Kyung had slept; she had been forming a plan all night and thinking over it again and again, waiting to tell him when he woke up. She looked over at him; she’d cleaned the poisonous juice off of his hands and made him get some rest for a few hours so he was still asleep. She looked up into the sky as a parachute landed in front of her, a small frown flitted across her face but she opened it anyway. It was throwing knives, six beautiful, shining throwing knives, just for her. Tae Kyung awoke with a start, his heart beating frantically. Nightmares plagued him in his sleep, and this was the fifth time he had woken up during the night. He seemed to have startled Aimee, who was already on edge while on lookout. Tae Kyung sat up, figuring he was not going to get any better sleep if he tried again. He wiped cold sweat from his forehead as he opened his pack for some breakfast. He munched on a large chunk of dried fruit. He shared some with Aimee before noticing she was holding something.“Aimee? What did you get?” She held up the throwing knives “these, and I have a plan, I think we should go after someone.” The small boy looked at her knives, his sword and then nodded. Tae Kyung took a swig of water before reaching into the bag for one more thing: the pot of poisonous berries. He opened it and poured some on the ground. He then brought his foot down and smashed them into smithereens. Tae Kyung then grabbed the sword and ran the blade along the ground through the poisonous juice before turning it over and coating the other side. He put the pot away before pushing himself up. He grabbed the sword firmly between his hands and took a practice swing. It was heavier than he thought it would be initially, but it was a much better weapon than he had before. At least this one could make people bleed. “Ready?” Tae Kyung whispered. Aimee nodded and gathered up her things. They both decided to go look around for tributes. It was the only way they were going to get to the finals. Tae Kyung felt adrenaline pump through his blood, and his fingers quivered as they gripped the weapon. He was somehow not fazed by his kill from yesterday. If anything, it only energized him and made him crave for more. “I think all the bombs are gone but we should be careful” he said.
Aimee nodded again and they stood up, careful to keep hidden behind the chess pieces, before long, they could see someone in the distance. They didn’t even have to leave the section. Out of the corner of his eye, Tae Kyung spotted a tributes in the corner of the arena. He cracked his knuckles to get their attention and their head shot round. “Morning, princess,” Tae Kyung said before holding the sword directly in front of the girl and spreading his feet in a fighting stance. He noticed the girls glassy eyes and panicked expression, she tried to duck away from the sword but he grabbed her and held it up to her neck. “I’m sorry, truly very sorry” he whispered to her. It was Lucinda standing defenceless against the sword because she knew that if she moved, she would die. She had made a promise to herself not to kill anyone so she didn’t fight back, she didn’t want to risk being a murderer and she didn’t have the strength to run away. Aimee shook her head, she felt momentarily bad for trying to kill someone so young and defenceless when she saw who it was but remembered that she wanted to get home and all the regret was pushed to the back of her mind. It came quickly, Aimee threw a knife at the distressed girl, landing in her eye and Tae Kyung drew the sword across her neck, ending her life and causing her cannon to fire. Lucinda was dead. Aimee looked at Tae Kyung who was looking down at the body with an expression she couldn’t place. “You okay?” He nodded at her. “Okay, well lets move. We shouldn’t hang around.”
Once Aimee and Tae Kyung moved away, they walked a short distance and settled down for the rest of the day and night. One kill was enough. Tae Kyung and Aimee had a meagre dinner before bed. Tae Kyung took the first watch that night. He spent some time practicing with the sword until he tired himself out, after which he sat down and tried to keep from falling asleep during his shift. Aimee took over during the night after a decent sleep, keeping an eye out for movement amongst the chess pieces.
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