Paw Patrol: The Hunger Games

The Victor

Marshall watched the green gas trickle through the vegetation. He looked down to his bloody and muddy paws where a red line stretched across the floor in a wide circle. He couldn't see where the ends connected so he just assumed they met at the other side of the arena making a circle.

He watched as gas suddenly stopped at the line. He scratched his head and shrugged before sticking his paw in.

His spine shivered as his paw felt like it was freezing.

He closed his eyes and got ready to enter the gas.

*snap*

He looked to his right and saw that nothing was there. He picked up a knife and walked towards the direction of the noise.

He a patch of crimson blood and white fur on the floor. His calm inner self instantly filled with the same rage and hatred he had as before.

He struggled to follow the trail. He rubbed his head as it started to ache. When he looked back down, the trail he was following was gone.

He looked around the trees and planted. His head snapped left as a white blur moved from the corner of his eyes.

He ran to it and looked at the injured husky. She whimpered as she looked up at the Dalmatian she tried to avoid. "How did you end up like that?" He asked not caring for the answer.

His eyes widened and an evil grin grew across his face. "I'm gonna make this slow and painful." He said as he reached for his knife.

He pressed it on the defenseless Husky's left foreleg and slid it across. She yelled loud enough for people miles away to hear.

Marshall's enjoyment didn't last long as low heavy footsteps approached.

He dropped the knife and looked at his paws ready for one last kill. He pressed them against Everest's neck. She gagged and gasped for air while bleeding out.

Boom!

Marshall dropped his paws and ran into gas effectively ending himself and his murder spree.

Boom!

Rocky and Sweetie watched from some bushes as Ella and Zuma guarded the center of the arena with a cross bow.

Sweetie looked to Rocky confused why they were here. "What's the plan?" She asked as Rocky looked through some makeshift binoculars. "I have a plan but you need to steal something from the middle." He said looking back at her with confident eyes.

"What do you need me to take?"

Rocky looked at the middle and gave Sweetie the binoculars. "There's two gas masks in the center. I need those and next to them should be a knife, some tape and two pieces of wood. The wood is important. When I start yelling at them, you go get them." Rocky said confidentiality feeling his heart beat.

Sweetie gulped. "What if they shoot you?"

Rocky nodded his head. "They won't waste an arrow on my. I'm just yelling." Rocky nodded as he got out of the push and ran to the opposite side of the lake.

Sylvia's eat twitched as she heard yelling in the distance. She sighed as she walked at an angle through the woods that get wetter and wetter.

She wasn't sure what the plan was besides just stick with the gas. The farther she walked the clearer and clearer the center got.

She looked around as the circle came to a halt in the marsh.

In the center was a Labrador and Golden Retriever watching the area. They locked eyes at every rotation they made around the dry piece of land.