Disney Hunger Games

Chapter 26

By RavenclawMaven1198

Esmeralda's POV

I'm cold, hungry, scared, and just want to feel Phoebus's lips on mine.

Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to make me love him more? It was all his fault I was miserable and he would pay when I'm dead.

But right now, I couldn't focus on Phoebus, I had to focus on finding some food and protection. Right now, I was sitting in the middle of a clearing, jumping at every little noise. I pulled my jacket tighter around my arms, it didn't help. If Phoebus really loved me, he would send me a blanket or some food.

I felt something prick my neck, a hot sensation filled my skin. Must've been a bug. Or some bug spray, bug spray would be good. I felt another hot prick. It really hurt. It felt like acid was running through my veins. I saw something above me, a parachute. It was a sponsor gift.

I shot to my feet and extended my arms. It landed gently in my hands just as I felt another prick to my arm. I looked down and saw it was just a bee. The silver lid popped open under my fingers.

I frowned. It was just a note, and salve. Why would there be salve? I unfurled the paper. One word was written on it:

Trackerjackers.

-Phoebus

I looked up and sure enough, there was a hive the size of a large vase, trackerjackers buzzing around it. Another one of these large bees pricked my leg. I started running. How could I not see a nest that big?

I felt more pricks on my legs and arms. Boils appeared on my arms. I started to get dizzy, my mind got fuzzy. I should stop, but I didn't. Everything started shrinking, then enlarging again. It gave me a headache. More pricks, on my face, my legs, my arms, every part of exposed skin on my body.

Suddenly, I saw Phoebus standing in front of me.

"Phoe-" My words were jumbled. I couldn't think straight.

"Esmeralda, survive, for me." He opened his arms and I couldn't help but fall into them. His chest was hard and cold, nothing like the warm, soft chest I'd come to know.

My body raged with pain. My eyelids were stung and my vision vanished.

Finally, my knees crumpled to the ground and my pain stopped.

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*Peter's POV

I didn't know what was happening. It took me a moment to realize that she was holding my hand. She thought we had something. I couldn't have feelings right now. I had to focus on surviving.

I sat up and broke our grasp.

"Do you have the canteen?" I asked.

She sat up and handed me the silver canister.

I opened it back up and continued work on Wendy.

Tink sat there for a while watching.

"I'm going to go find shelter." She finally said.

It was getting dark. I had to finish up fast.

I had finished sewing her stomach lining and started sewing her skin.

This was disgusting. I tried not to smell. It was hard. The pungent smell would be on my fingers for a long time.

The artificial moon came up and I finished. I really hope it wasn't infected.