The Hunger Games: The Crankiplier Story

The Feast

The announcement came on which made us both wake up in fear.

Attention Tributes Attention
Commencing sunrise. There will be a feast tomorrow at the Cornucopia.
This is not an ordinary occasion, each of you need something desperately.

Mark and I locked eyes. Before I could even say anything, I reached for my bag.
"Don't tell me you're going to the feast."

"I have to." I quickly said
He grabbed my arm.
"You're not going!"

"Well you and I need it!"

Mark shook his head short and slightly.
"Then I'm coming with you."

"Mark no." I sighed.

"It's either that or you're not going."

I faced him and sighed through my nose.
"I'm not letting you go alone." He said.

"Fine." I said. "But I need you to stay hidden. I'll go for the feast and if I'm attacked or in danger, you can help."

"Got it." He nodded.

"Okay let's go. We have to get there before they steal our feast too."

~Time Skip~

Once we made it to the cornucopia, we ducked behind bushes. In front of the large structure was a table with bags on top of it. Each one had a number, for our districts. Mark and I noticed that the district 9 was already taken.

"Damn, Seven is fast." Mark mumbled.

I rose sightly from the bush and braced to run.
"Stay down okay?" I whispered.

"I will." Mark looked up at me. "Please be careful."

I scanned around the area to see anyone hiding, but I couldn't see anything. I took that as my chance to run. I sprinted towards the open end of the cornucopia. I ducked behind the the table and took a breath. From a distance I saw Grant running towards the cornucopia as well. He was the one I was mainly after. I ran inside the cornucopia to hide.
I pulled out my knife waiting to attack.

Suddenly, something hit the back of my head knocking me to the floor. Someone was behind me. I crawled away but the mystery person grabbed my foot and dragged me back. I was turned around on my back and felt a three or four punches to my face, one of them hitting my eye. I took a gaze to who was attacking me, it was hard to see in the shadows but I could tell it was Seven.

She was about to swing again but I gripped her wrists, preventing her from getting closer. I kicked her back and tried to grab my knife, but she grabbed it before me.
She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me to my feet pinning me to the wall. I froze once she brought the blade to my neck.

"Where the hell is she?!" She screamed in my face.

"What?"

"Don't try to play innocent now, I know you were with her!"

My stomach fell as I felt like I was going to vomit.
"Presley?"

"Yes! What the hell did you do to her?!"

My eyes fell to the floor as I sighed sadly.

"Grant..." I mumbled to myself.

She stared at me with a confused look.
"What?"

I looked up at her with a tear falling from my eye.
"Grant followed us and once we thought we were safe, he-"

I choked on my spit and sighed. "He killed her."

Her eyes flew up as her jaw fell.
"I tired." I said with a broken voice. "I tired really hard to protect her. She was too young, too gentle."
Seven's eyes slowly looked down as she took in the story.
"As she was dying in my arms, I felt like I was holding the body of my own sister. I tried my best to put her needs before mine. But I couldn't save her."

Seven slowly brought the knife down.
"Oh my god..." she whispered to herself.

She dropped the knife to the ground as she gazed around in shock.

"How did you know Presley?"

Seven looked up at me and sighed quietly.
"She was my best friend, she was like a sister to me as well."
She paused for a moment. "A little while ago, she moved districts and I couldn't see her again."

I was broken inside but my face didn't show it.
"I was heartbroken to hear she was chosen to be in the games so I volunteered to help her win, even if it cost me my own life."

My expression finally showed how sad I was.
"I'm so sorry."

She sighed once again and her mood suddenly shifted from grief to anger.
"Grant killed her, right?"

I nodded at her question. She made her way to the open area of the cornucopia, armed with my knife. I followed behind her and once we made it to the light, I saw Mark already in a battle with Grant. We both froze and duck down.

Mark attempted to wrestle him away and succeeded. Mark attempted to escape but Grant grabbed his spear and swung it at Mark's side, slicing it open.

He gripped his wound and fell to the floor screaming. Grant was about to finish the job but Seven jumped on his back and tackled him to the floor. She starched the weapon out of his hand.
Grant pushed her off and once they both got to their feet, she grabbed him by the head and jammed the knife under his chin, stabbing him in the neck.

Blood oozed out of his mouth. Seven pulled out the knife aggressively and Grant's body fell to the floor.
She stood there until a cannon went off.

She slowly walked over to me with a little bit of blood on her face. I was scared a backed away slightly but she quickly grabbed my Feast bag and handed it to me.

"I'm letting you two go but just this one time, do you understand?!" She said.

I took the bag out of her hands. "Yes."

She tossed me back my knife as I put it in my bag.
"This is for Presley." She said.

"Thank you." I told her.

"Get out of here. Help your friend." She grabbed her feast bag and ran away.

I wrapped the bags around my neck and ran over to help Mark.
He was still rolling on the ground groaning in pain.
"Mark! We need to get back to the cave."

I wrapped him arm around mine as I tried my best to carry him back to the cave.
I saw Seven in the distance as we locked eyes.
She brought her three fingers up in the air.
I nodded towards her as I carried Mark to safety.

Grant was finally dead,
And then they're were fewer.