Kyle tries not to think about the canon blasts indicating each death. He runs as fast as he can through the forest, almost tripping over a root.
Another canon blast. His heart skips a beat each time he hears one.
After a while of running- Kyle doesn't know exactly how long, there's no way to tell- he starts walking, exhausted.
After what seems like hours of just walking, he comes across a hole in the ground. It's big enough for a person to fit in, with a bush covering the top.
He realises that this is an incredibly convenient hiding spot for the night, and it's most likely something the game makers put there for him. They must have a plan.
Kyle doesn't mind, though. He needs a spot to rest for the night.
He'll just have to find food tomorrow, as the sky is getting darker by the minute. It's way too risky for him to search now.
He crawls underneath the bush and lays down on the dirt. As much as he'd like something else to sleep on, this will have to do. Maybe he can go back to the cornucopia tomorrow and see if there's anything left? He highly doubts there is, but it may be worth a shot.
As he slowly falls asleep, he can't help but think about what Stan's doing right now. Is he even still alive?
.
Kyle wakes up to the sound of music. It's completely dark out, but when he looks up to where the music comes from, there's a light shining in the sky.
Oh. How could he forget?
He crawls out from under the bush and sits down, staring up at the light as it shows each death from the day before.
There's none he recognises. It flashes by pretty fast, and each time he feels anxious. What if Stan's face is there? What if he's gone already?
A girl from District Ten lights up on the sky, and then the music fades away.
That's the last one. That means no one from District 11 or, more importantly, District 12 died.
With relief, Kyle goes back to sleep.
.
Stan sits on his sleeping bag, staring up at the sky. He's waiting for the light show, to know who died. He really hopes a certain redhead is still alive.
There's a shuffle, and someone puts their sleeping bag next to him, sitting down on it. "Hey dude." Clyde says.
Stan doesn't answer. He doesn't really want to be here with them anyways.
Clyde nudges him. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Jesus. I was trying to have a conversation. Never mind then." Clyde mumbles.
"Hey! Loverboy, come help me with this." Cartman yells. He's trying to burn some wood for warmth.
Stan sighs. "Cartman, you'll only attract other tributes with the smoke."
"Do I look like I care? Anyone who comes near us are dead anyway." Cartman shrugs.
He is right, even if Stan doesn't want to admit it.
Their group, consisting of him, Cartman, Tolkien, Clyde and Craig, won the cornucopia bloodbath. They'd gotten all the resources.
Stan isn't proud of this. Not at all. It's disgusting, and horrible. But of course, he didn't have a choice. He'd be as dead as the other tributes if he'd disagree with Cartman.
Stan had, in secret, let a few resources stay in the cornucopia, in hopes of someone else (mostly Kyle) being able to find it and use it.
"Fine, I'll help you." Stan exhales in annoyance, getting up from his seat on the ground. It's better to keep his mind off of things and focus on the fire, anyways.
After lighting the fire, (and proving Cartman that it in fact wasn't impossible; he's just a dumbass) they sit around it for a while, chatting about random shit.
Stan doesn't speak, as usual. He just watches the fire move around, it's kind of mesmerising.
"What do you think, Stan?" Tolkien asks.
"Huh? What?" Stan shifts his gaze from the flames to the tribute from 3.
"Nah, he doesn't get a say. He clearly can't focus. He's too busy being gay for Kahl." Cartman teases, smirking at Stan.
"Shut up, dude. And his name isn't Kahl, fatass."
"Im not fat! Fuck you." Cartman scowls.
"Guys, shut up. Look." Craig interrupts their argument, and points at the sky.
Stan finally hears the music, and sees the lights above them. His heart beats fast as he stares at it. It cycles through different people from districts that have died. He painfully recognises some of them from the fight for the cornucopia earlier.
A girl from District Ten.
And then the music fades away and the lights disappear. Relief floods his body, and he lets out a breath he'd been holding.
"Well." Cartman begins, "Guess your boyfriend isn't dead."
"He isn't my boyfriend." Stan defends.
"Why not?"
"Because of you, fatass! It's your fault!" Stan growls, glaring at him.
"I told you to stop calling me that."
"What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Apparently you need me." Stan rolls his eyes. He's not scared.
"Not if you're gonna be a bitch!"
"Oh my god." Craig groans. "Shut up. Literally no one cares."
"Fuck you, dude." Cartman says.
Craig flips him off.
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Style Hunger Games AU | South Park
Fanfiction"And the second tribute from district twelve is... Ike Broflovski!" Kyle's entire world stops. What? No that can't be true. Ike's name was only entered once. It's his first ever reaping. He can't get picked, that's unfair. Kyle watches as peacekeepe...
