Disney Hunger Games

Chapter 32

By RavenclawMaven1198

Shang's POV

Cold.

So cold.

How could I be this freezing without being dead?

My head hurts when I try to lift it, groaning as I do. The last thing I remember is a warm hand grabbing mine as I was swallowed by cold. Was it Mulan? Or Hercules?

"Shang...." A quiet voice says next to me.

I realize I'm holding a cold hand still, their fingers gripping mine icily.

I manage to sit up and crawl over to the person half submerged in snow, and it's Mulan.

Her hair is frozen in clumps around her pale face, her purple lips move slowly, eyes barely open. "Youre alive."

She didn't look like she would live much longer herself if she got any colder. With all of the strength I could muster, I hauled her freezing body out of the snow and threw her over my shoulder. I looked around, we were at the base of the hill. So much for climbing.

I bring Mulan into the safety of the trees and lean her up against a cherry blossom tree, the petals falling lazily down every now and then.

"Shang, I'm cold." She shivers and I immediately start to make a fire. I dry her jacket and mine over it, laying them both over her.

"It's going to be ok." I say, bringing her closer to the hearth.

She laughed lightly. "How ironic, I have a cold heart, and I freeze to death. If my father could see me now-"

"You're not going to die, ok?" I say confidently, even though confidence is the last thing I'm feeling. "You don't have a cold heart, you saved my life."

"You know what else is ironic? I only made one kill, one. I think the tributes from Twelve made more than that."

"Mulan, you are one of the strongest people I've ever met. Don't put yourself down for killing one person."

She smiled weakly, teeth chattering, she was so cold she could barely move her face. "I hope you win. Make it to the-" she took in a sharp breath before her eyes fluttered shut and she slumped down onto the ground, the sound of a cannon filling my ears.

"No." I whisper as I turn her over. That cannon couldn't have been for her. "Finish your sentence, finish your sentence!" I screamed. But I knew it was no use.

A hovercraft loomed overhead and I laid her on her back, placing her sword over her chest before backing away. As they lifted her into the hovercraft, I brought three fingers to my lips and raised it to her in salute.

Goodbye, soldier.

I sat around the fire that night, my guard completely down. I would be an easy kill. But I was too filled with grief to bother. Someone strong died tonight, someone who I believe didn't deserve it.

The anthem started to play and I looked into the sky.

Hercules' face lit up the sky first. I had completely forgotten about him I was so caught up in saving Mulan. He must've died in the Avalanche.Mulan was next, her brave face illuminating the sky. The young boy from four was the next of the dead, after him. Next was the blond boy from Seven and Kocoum. Half of the Careers were dead in one day. It was unfathomable.

That left only me and Merida, Capitol knows where she is.

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Merida's POV

I love this thing.

It protects me from rain, sun, wind, and the best part, I don't even have to start a fire at night it stays warm from the sun, it's like my heated bed back in Two.

I guess you could say I'm not in horrible condition at the Cornucopia. I have enough food for two meals a day, arrows lasting for ages, and no one dares to come near here.

Its been smooth sailing and I'm feeling confident.

Mulan and Herc died yesterday. I heard a great rumbling noise coming from the hills so it must've been a "natural" disaster.

I catch a glimpse of a girl sprinting through the trees out of the corner of my eye and draw my bow, nocking an arrow and aiming. But I don't fire it. I wait until the girl disappears back into the trees and lower my bow.

I don't attack unless I'm being attacked. I want the least amount of blood on my hands as possible. I've killed too much already.

Let's just hope I can keep going like this.

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Pocahontas's POV

Alone.

Nobody is here for me. I should've died, not John. He had a much better chance than me.

Kocuom was supposed to protect me! I will never forgive him for the betrayal.

All I'm trying to do is stay away from everyone else. I can't trust anyone. Every twig that snaps, every leaf that moves, I run.

I stay close to the tree line by the cornucopia. There is a girl from Two camping out there who I'm working up the nerves to kill, but I can't bring myself to do it, and I don't think she can kill me either.

She always draws her bow to fire at me, but once she sees me run away, she doesn't. I don't know what she is doing, but I feel it isn't safe.

I've been eating berries and, needless to say, I'm starving.

I breath heavily as I collapse against a tree, out of sight from the girl. A tear drops down my cheek. I touch it then lick my finger, the salty water giving me a burst of adrenaline. I'm too chicken to move towards any water sources, so whenever I cry, it's like an unexpected miracle.

I just want to go home. I want to call up the Capitol and tell them I give up. I hate this. It's torture. Just to think, hundreds of children have gone insane and died like I have and will. This is barbaric.

I wish someone would kill me, every time that girl aims her bow at me, there is a part of me that wishes she would let the arrow fly into my chest, but I have to fight.

For John.

I slide down the side of the tree and pull the small handful of berries I had collected and shoved them into my mouth, the sweetness soothing me.

I look up at a parachute floating down to me and think it's not real. A parachute? For me? Who would be sponsoring me?

It falls into my hands and I tear it open, praying for a little food, a little water.

I am satisfied to find a small piece of bread as well as a water purifying, along with a fragment of a mirror and a note.

The note reads:

You look horrible. You're going to need a little meat on your bones if you're going to kill the girl. If you do, many more parachutes will follow. I promise.

-Pabby

I look at my reflection in the mirror. Pabby is right, I'm a mess. Shadows encircle my eyes, my cheeks are sunken in and I'm much paler than before. I looked like a ghost.

Pabby was right, I had to kill her, at the moment, she was probably the strongest tribute.

Kill the wolf, lead the pack.

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So sorry for the short and slow updates!

I've been pretty busy with my other stories.

This chapter was mostly a catch up with the people we haven't seen much with the most recent influx of deaths. I apologize if one of your favorites was killed.

I hope to have another update before November 20th, I promise.

Comment on who you want to win! It's getting down to the last ones!

Love youuuuuuu

-RavenclawMaven1198