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Run

AN: Since I'm a loser I haven't seen the original hunger games until now. Yeah, I know I'm like... three years late. Shush its not my fault.

I just wanna do like... the beginning of where Katniss and Peeta are in the arena, but with Scott and Mitch. Just with a twist y'know? Yeah.

So... if it sucks, sorry. Its gonna be short so whatever.

Enjoy.

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10

My heart was beating fast as the last ten seconds started. I needed to be able to think, but it was difficult. My head was clogged with fear and thoughts of death.

9

I looked over at Scott, flashing my eyes to a weapon before meeting his eyes again. He shook his head, telling me to not be stupid.

I didn't want to listen to him.

8

He was breathing heavily, along with me, fear shone clearly in those icy blues I came to know.

Scott told me to keep my mind blank. Only to think about running. Run. Just run Mitch. Forget weapons.

I couldn't just do that. Why would I?

7

My fist clenched at my sides, trying to control my nerves without screaming.

The pattern was clear.

People would look at the weapons, and then see what others were eyeing. Trying to pick what they could grab easily.

6, 5, 4

Seconds began to disappear more quickly, making me try and pay attention to other things.

The male's voice picking up pace, like it was nervous too. Nervous for those who would die in the first few minutes. I new it wasn't though. It wasn't the one dying.

3

I began to hear my heartbeat, positioning myself in a running position.

2

I saw Scott out of the corner of my eye, doing the same as me. Getting ready to run.

1

The events happened in a blur when the timer hit one.

Screaming, blood, running... everything happened at once.

I ran towards a pile of supplies, hearing Scott yell for me to come on. I shook my head, seeing him choose between leaving me or staying.

He stayed. He didn't run.

He should've.