Style Hunger Games AU | South Park

- Chapter 3 -

"Okay, listen here-" Kyle clicks his mouth shut before he can say what he wanted to. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to call Kenny a slur. He inhales slowly and then exhales, calming down a little. "I have a family to get back to, so if you don't help us I'll-"

"What? What are you gonna do?" Kenny still looks unbothered, and Kyle stands up abruptly. Fucking prick; why does he not care?!

Kyle takes one of the knives from the table and throws it at his- supposed to be- mentor. It sticks to the table right beside his hand.

Stan's eyes widen. This guy has some serious anger issues- not that Stan isn't angry himself, but he would never throw a knife at a grown man, let alone the guy capable of getting them sponsors.

If he's gonna be completely honest.. Kyle looks kinda good when angry. Not that he'd admit it.
Stan scrunches his face, at the embarrassment of thinking like that.

"... you're gonna have to be more precise than that if you wanna survive The Games." Kenny says simply, leaning back in his seat. The audacity.

Kyle hadn't wanted to actually hit the man. The knife landed exactly where he wanted it to. In frustration, he grabs the same knife and throws it past Kenny's head.

The man rolls his eyes at Kyle's fail, but when Kyle smiles, he turns around to stare at where it landed.

The knife is plunged into a painting behind their mentor; right on the throat of a woman. Kenny laughs, impressed. "You aren't like the others." He says, "Maybe you'll be worth mentoring after all."
And then he gets up from his seat, and walks away, leaving the knife hanging in the wall.

Kyle leans backwards, satisfied with himself. The silence carries on; and he can't help but feel Stan's gaze on himself.

What does he want? He thinks bitterly, refusing to give the fellow tribute any attention, He's probably mad.

Kyle doesn't care what the black haired boy thinks; that would be stupid.

... so why does it kind of hurt, thinking about the fact that Stan probably hates him?

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Woah. Stan thinks, as he stares at the redhead. He should probably not stare... Kyle looks angry.
But he can't help it.

The silence drags on, and Stan tries to think of something to say. He wants to tell the other tribute that he thinks it was cool... but that's weird; he'll just mess up and sound really nervous.
He is nervous. Ughh. He turns away to look out of the window again in frustration that he's incapable of talking.

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The Capitol is even more beautiful than Stan had imagined it. There's people everywhere, dressed in all kinds of colours, and buildings so high up, he's not sure he sees the top.

He spares a glance at Kyle, and is relieved to find the redhead in just as much awe as himself.

At some point through the train ride, Kenny had rejoined them. They'd actually talked a bit, without anyone trying to kill the other. Kenny seems like a nice guy, he's just... dark. But it's kind of to be expected; going through something like The Hunger Games must be pretty traumatic.

They walk through the city; Stan and Kyle next to each other with Kenny and Effie on either side of them. It's a good thing the tributes are in the middle. Not only would they be lost without help, but there's also tons of people wanting to say hello.

Stan stares at his feet as he walks. He'd rather not look at all the people cheering for them as they walk past.

At one point his hand brushes against Kyle's, making it feel like the sun just got way closer. He doesn't say anything though; just pulls his hand away as if burned.

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Kyle does feel Stan's hand briefly brush against his, but it's gone immediately. As if the other boy was burned.

Does he hate me or something? Kyle can't help but wonder. Stan has been acting incredibly weird the entire time, and he's starting to overthink.

Thankfully, before he can get too deep in thought, they arrive at their destination.

[I didn't wanna make Kenny seem like a bad guy, but he's very rude in this chapter :,) He gets better later, I promise.
Again, feel free to correct me if there's anything wrong.]