TVDU's Hunger Games

Bonnie

Bonnie Bennett

 “Happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor.”

 Those words repeated themselves in her head, over and over again. She kept her eyes on the holographic clock above the cornucopia. Fifty seconds left.

 Bonnie turned to her left to find her district partner giving her a little wave, paired with a smirk. Either his carefree attitude was a coping mechanism, or there was something seriously wrong with Parker’s mentality.

 Forty seconds. To her right were her fellow Career tributes. She had formed an alliance with them before the Games, so she should be safe from them for now. Of course, an alliance wouldn’t mean anything once the numbers dwindled down.

 Thirty seconds. Bonnie’s gaze shifted to the weapons that lay within the Cornucopia. Sitting in a display case were a pair of silver bracelets. She didn’t know what they were supposed to be, but they must have some purpose. The Gamemakers wouldn’t have put them there for no reason.

 Twenty seconds. She inhaled deeply.

 Ten seconds. A cool breeze shifted through the woods that surrounded them.

 Five. Four.

 She readied herself, bending down to give herself momentum.

 Three. Two. One.

 She bolted off the raised platform and sprinted towards those bracelets. As she was a fast runner, she arrived earlier than any of the others did. The glass box surrounding the bracelets had retracted as soon as the countdown had ended. Bonnie placed them onto her wrists and studied them in haste. Something inside of her told her to give the bracelets a little flick. When she did so, a jet of fire came shooting out.

 Marveling at this wondrous contraption, she headed back outside. The plan was to take the Cornucopia as their personal base, so there would be no need to grab any bags or supplies.

 Bonnie knew she had been training for this moment, but even so, it was immensely difficult for her to reach into her dark place and draw out the will to kill. ‘You have to,’ she told herself. ‘It’s you or them. You need to think for yourself.’ It was pathetic of her, she knew this. A Career tribute who wouldn’t kill. She bit back a curse when she found herself slowing down on purpose to let the District 11 boy get away.

 “Bennet, duck!” Parker shouted.

 Bonnie rolled into a somersault and felt a blade whizzing past her ear. A shout of pain told her Parker had stuck a weapon into the District 11 boy’s side. “God, I love knives!” Parker shouted in delight before jumping over Bonnie to land the killing blow. Yet instead of going down easily, the District 11 boy- Milton, was it? He put up a fight. The sight of his own blood seemed to rile him up, and he managed to land several slashes at Parker’s face with the knife that had been thrown at him before getting stabbed to death.

 A scream of rage sounded from a few feet away, and Bonnie saw that the District 11 girl was on the verge of tears.

 “Oh, don’t worry,” Parker cooed. “You’re next.”

 His knife went flying towards the girl’s chest. To Bonnie’s surprise, the girl- Lizzie- threw herself out of the way in time.

 “Do something, Bennett!” the District 4 girl, Hayley Labonair, shouted at Bonnie from a distance.

 Forcing away her refusal to kill, Bonnie chased after the District 11 girl. She lost her, but managed to direct a wall of fire into the District 3 girl’s path. Nora Hildegard jumped back in shock of what Bonnie’s bracelets could do, straight into Rebekah’s outstretched arms.

 Nora was a good fighter, Bonnie could see that. She had gotten a score of 9 from the Gamemakers, after all. Had it been anyone else Bonnie’s wall of fire had forced her to fight, Nora would have been victorious. But the Mikaelson siblings from District 2 were the most vicious out of all twenty four of them. The sponsors knew this, of course. Their skill, along with how inhumanely gorgeous the two of them were, had attained them the promise of a mountain of sponsors before the Games had even begun.

 Rebekah tore open Nora’s throat with a set of metal claws she had gotten from the Cornucopia. Not wanting to hear the gurgles of Nora’s last breath, Bonnie ran in the opposite direction, searching for a new target.