MCYT AND HERMITCRAFT ONESHOTS

Last Alive

"So this is it?" The other boy asked, he was poised to kill. His knife was out and ready.

Scar had never planned on making it this far, let alone past the first day. But here he was, top two. He only had to kill one more person and he would be free.

In his minds eye he could see his his murders. But he was nearly out. He could almost feel Jellies fur against his hand.

He went in for the first blow, going in with a dagger. He tried to move quick, but the wound in his leg ached.

The other boy, what was his name again? He couldn't remember anymore. It had to have started with an E, like Epho or Etho. Etho, that sounded right. Etho moved in quicker, slicing open Scars other leg.

Scar fell with a cry, his vision flashing red.

What they say about your life flashing before your eyes must be true.

Before his eyes Scar could see it all.

He saw his mother and father, he saw Cub, he saw Jellie.

He saw the stage at the Reaping. He could almost feel the pang in his heart when Cub was called. The panic as well.

Then he saw the train, he could see Grian across from him. His friendly smile, as if they weren't going off to be killed.

There was the parade. He could practically hear the crowds cheers. He could hear Grian's soft giggle at the attention, and see his soft blush.

He saw the big crowd at the interview. He listened to them cheer and laugh as the interview went on. According to Grian he was quite the hit.

Then was the training room. He noticed Etho. He hadn't expected the 12 to get this far. He hadn't even thought to watch for him.

He watched as the Judges got bored of him. He watched them eat their food and ignore his existence.

Then the beginning of the games. The cannon going off. The harsh run through the woods. The sounds of screaming.

And in the next second he saw Bdubs. He saw his blood. He saw his pale skin. He saw his dulling eyes. And heard his words.

"You can win this, I know you can"

He watched him go limp.

He felt his heart stop.

He shook himself into reality and stopped Ethos knife with his own. He flipped them so he was above Etho and thrusted the knife down.

It hit Ethos eye.

He stabbed down again.

His cheek.

And again.

His throat.

And again.

His chest.

He continued the simple motion. Stabbing again and again. Tears tumbled down his face, they mixed with the blood on his cheeks.

He finally let out a shuddered sob and pulled back. He looked down at what he had done. Down at what used to be a boy named Etho.

He suddenly remembered Ethos interview.

"So, do you have anyone waiting at home? Perhaps a girl of some kind?" The interviewer asked, a gentle smile lighting his face.

Etho laughed nervously," Well sort of..."

"We'll would you like to confess now? I'm sure when you win she'll be all over you!" He chuckled, the crowd following his lead.

Etho bit his lip,"Well... He's not a girl.... And we're already together...."

A gasp spread amongst the audience.

"But, Beef I promise I'll come home to you." He said seriously.

The interviewer grinded,"Well everyone! That was Etho Lab!"

He had gotten so far. He had been so close to getting back to his boyfriend. He had ripped a couple apart.

He could hear some kind of sound but didn't listen. He remained on the ground, looking at his hands.

But then the adrenal high ran out. His blood loss hit him like a pound of bricks. And he fell over and passed out.

(There's a thing.... Um I'm really out of my comfort zone, sorry if it's bad.)