Paw Patrol: The Hunger Games

Rocky & Sweetie

Yay chapter 2! I'm steadily stacking up chapters so if I fall behind I have a back up plan. I can tell you now that the action begins after chapter 10. For now I need to get passed phase 1. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
District 18
Size-54,350 square miles
States-Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine
Population-110,000
District wealth-Upper middle class
Rocky hunched over, frozen, watching a machine mix up his medicine. Behind was his time manager, Sweetie who also leaned in to watch the machine do its work.
It flashed the words.
"EST:36 hours"
"Damnit." Rocky groaned as he pawed face and walked out the room. Sweetie quickly followed and kept up with his fast past and good looks.
"Sweetie."
"Yes sir."
"Give me a report on our competition and remind me of my schedule."
Sweetie gulped as she got ready to say the first piece of news. "We are losing the cancer race, CureForCancer is had their first goat with cancer be cured. We are still ahead of GoCure and Oncology Institute.
She shrunk a bit as Rocky lowly growled. "They have so much money and the resources and I can barely stay a float on bills. If I had that money we'd have the cure already...." He complained ending with a long sigh. He shook his head. "Sorry, go on."
"You also have a dinner with your sponsor about your progress...and turns out the CEO of CureForCancer is going to be there tonight as well.
Rocky took a deep breath. "You have any plans tonight?"
"No." Sweetie bluntly replied.
"Good, I want you to come with me. Just in case." Rocky asked still keeping his eyes in front of him. Sweetie felt her stomach lose gravity. "Y-yeah, let me make a call." She said splitting off from Rocky.

Rocky walked outside and looked around. "Okay just stay calm, talk about my successes. The Hunger Games will be a good conversation." He mumbled to himself.
Sweetie dialed in a number.
"Mhello?" A voice greeted.
Sweetie smiled as she prepared her big announcement. Her happiness was cut short as a thud could be heard.
"Hello? Vick?!" She called out.
The phone was dropped from the other side and light moans could be heard. "Vick!" She called out.
"I'm gonna CUU-
Sweetie slammed the phone shut and curled up into a ball and bawled into herself. On and on she went until she could cry no more.
The only thing left in her was anger, one of angers best friends is revenge.
She got up and stomped out of the building and saw Rocky sitting down looking into the sky. "Oh, Swe-

-not right now Rocky."

Rocky stiffened up and glared at Sweetie as she sped by him. He had nothing better to do so he decided to quietly follow her.

Sweetie looked into the apartment building and saw her window on the third floor. "Hey Miss-

"Not now flo." Sweetie informed as she flew down the hallway.
Rocky huffed. "Do you know w- *huff*gosh she walks fast. Do you know where a small white terrier went?" Rocky asked taking the time to catch his breath.
The woman at the front pointed down the all. "Who are you to her?" She questioned.
"Her boss, she was fine and now she's a little mad." Rocky nervously smiled as he waited for the woman's answer.
"2 floors up room 187."
Rocky nodded. "Thank so much."

Sweetie stared at the door with her fists clenched and lowly growling. A grey blur turned the in peripheral vision.
"Rocky?"
"Jeez you walk fast."
Sweetie panicked and tried to shoo him away. "I need to leave right."
Rocky raised an eyebrow. "Wh- never mind. You never told what time the dinner was with the sponsorrrr...
The red door opened up revealing to dogs in the middle of a kiss.
"Oh..." Rocky mumbled to himself and slowly backed up.
Sweetie and the male locked eyes. He choked as he looked for words. "I thought you get off of work later?" He nervously chuckled.
Sitting right below him was a small poodle with her fur all ruffled up. "Get out of my house!" Sweetie suddenly yelled.
Rocky gulped. He had never seen her other emotions besides happy and being bored. He stood in place unsure if he should leave or not. He just watched the whole thing unfold.

Vick, a black and white beagle, approached Sweetie softly. "I'm sorry..." he said lowly.
Sweetie looked away from him. "Stop Vick, get away." She mumbled.
He didn't listen and got into her personal space. "Vick I said get away." She reinforced and attempts to push him away.
He pushes her paws away and puts his on her cheek. She shoves them off. "I said I'm sorry." Vick whined.

Rocky told himself he wouldn't interfere but he wasn't sure if he should stick with the original plan. He watched Sweetie touch the wall.
"Ahem!" Rocky loudly coughed making himself known.
It caught sweeties attention, she looked to Rocky for help. Rocky approached the beagle and peeled him off of her.
"Who are you?" He aggressively questioned. Rocky wasn't sure what to say, all he wanted to know was what time the dinner was at. "Im Joe."
"Who?"
"Joe mama." Rocky quickly said snickering and quickly dropped it when he saw Sweetie who was unamused.
Sweetie stepped back in. "I want you and your side piece to LEAVE!" Sweetie yelled.
Vick was going to press her space again but Rocky glared at him.
He reluctantly left with his girlfriend leaving the two of them alone.
Sweetie sat down as they left her view. She looked to Rocky with red shot eyes. "Thank you."
"No problem..." Rocky simply said.
He still wanted to know when the dinner was but now seemed like a bad time and last thing he wanted to do was seem like douchebag. He thought it was best to just sit down with her and maybe find a new way to get an answer.
"So...I'm guessing you don't want to come with me." Rocky asked.
Sweetie shrugged. "I dunno anymore...."
7 pm
Rocky looked into a fancy restaurant. The streets were filled with nicely dressed people.
Rocky wore a white suit with a green napkin and a pin of his logo.
He walked in and was greeted by a waitress. She led him to table 7 where he patiently sat. While waiting he decided to mess around with some forks and knives, the noise of people chattering in the back was calm and relaxing.
An old white man and a young woman wool a seat with Rocky. "Nice to see you two again." Rocky smiled and shook hand to paw.
"Yep, let's have dinner then we can discuss some things."
Rocky nodded.

Rocky quickly sensed something was wrong. The crowd stopped talking and fell silent. Rocky turned to see what the issue was and it was the collectors. He looked around to room to see any other dogs but he was the only one in there.
His eyes widened and he gulped down a big ball of anxiousness. The men scanned the room and saw Rocky. Once they saw him, their stare never let go. "You have to come with us." The biggest on said.
Rocky obliged. He got up and didn't say bye to his sponsors.
He entered the car and saw Sweetie looking out the window. "Oh...you got picked too." Rocky said.
She nodded.
"What are the odds of that." He mumbled and stared out the window and watched the people stare at them as they drove to the capital."

2 Days later
Two dogs unlocked the door to Rocky's lab. "Sucks that boss got picked. Smart guy." One said.
The other nodded. "Unfortunate." He mumbled and look a look at Rocky's last cure he developed.
"Copy the formula. I'll go test it."
The dog took it to the lab and poured a small amount of the vial onto a common cancer tumor. To his surprise it quickly went to work on the tumor. He rushed over to a computer to run diagnostics.
"Probability of cancer being removed
100%
"Holy shit...." He mumbled
3 weeks later
The last few of Rocky's loyal employees looked at the blood tests from a sheep treated with the cure. They sat in amazement that their boss had single handily cured cancer with basically no money. "This can get him out of the Hunger Games!" One exclaimed.
They took to their sponsors and took to the news where the headline
CancerPatrol Claims The Have the Cure to Cancer for Humans and Dogs
Boom boom bang Chapter 2! Who do you want to win?