The Last Nexus Hunger Games|| A Fanfiction for The Pack

Rob

The shadow moved in closer. His stone sword was tipped in blood. His blue hoodie, ripped. Mitch looked to his side to see Lachlan shaking. His blue eyes were panicy. He didn't know what to do. Rob spun the sword in his hand and smiled. "Thanks, Lachlan. Need this kill" he hissed. Lachlan nodded and sprinted away.
Jerome was eating a quick raw fish he had just caught. His wristband had a picture of Mitch in it. He looked up. No sign of him. The Bacca village was where they always met up. He was some what frightened. The stone axe was by his side. Suddenly, Lachlan came crashing into him. Jerome fell back and grabbed his axe. His eyes narrowed and he got ready to pounce when Lachlan said "It's Mitch! He's in trouble! Robs got him!" Jerome stopped. His main Benj, almost defeated. He looked over at a chest. "Stone sword in there, I believe. Grab it" he said, calmly, hiding the pain and the worry. Lachlan nodded and opened the chest. Stone sword, a bow and 4 arrows. Lachlan ran through the trees back to the bandstand. Jerome followed to see that Mitch was bleeding, almost dead. Robs sword was raised, ready for the final blow. Jerome growled, put his bacca hat on tightly and ran towards them, screaming. He kicked out at Rob and started swinging his axe. Lachlan ran to Mitch's side. He wrapped bandages around his arms and legs and set him upright. He heard Jerome being thrown to the floor. "Two for one, aye? Perfect." Rob said, laughing. Lachlan's head twitched. He looked at Mitch, then back. Checking no one was around, he leapt up and threw his sword in the direction of the screams. The next thing he heard was a cannon. He had got him! Lachlan quietly celebrated and sprinted over to Jerome. Jerome's face was covered in bruises and cuts. His leg was caked with blood. "Nice chuck. Sliced his head off!" He said, in jubilation, "How's Mitch!" Lachlan just nodded his head. They walked back to him and saw he was up and mobile. Jerome limped up and bear hugged him. Mitch's face turned a shade of red and smiled. Lachlan, however, hung back in the shadow but Mitch had already seen him. He jumped up and threw Lachlan to the ground. He started to strangle him. Lachlan kicked out Jerome ran up beside him. "Mitch! Stop! He saved your life, bro!" "Yeah! He gave it away on the first place!" Mitch said, tightening his grip. Jerome pushed him away and picked Lachlan up. "He 19, the youngest in the hunger games! What else was he supposed to do! He was scared!" Mitch scowled and shrugged. Lachlan was unconscious. Jerome was stuck of what to do. They ran into a cave which was surprisingly light. All because of the one thing scarier than Rob. The PvP master himself. Vikk. Lachlans one true master. He needed his master to survive.