The Direction Games: A One Direction Fan Fiction

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   The next two days weren’t the most eventful, not even when we left the cave to hunt. None of us ran into the other three tributes, and no cannon fires went off as a result. No devastating natural disasters occurred either.

   Each of us got the chance to leave the cave, going out in pairs, except Louis who lay in the same spot. Each time Liam had changed the bandages, I’d always been by Louis’s side, letting him squeeze my hand if he needed to. Like he’d predicted, the wound wasn’t healing well at all. It would take fancy, expensive Capitol technology to heal his wound correctly.

   By the second day, Louis didn’t look too well. His face was pale white, and his eyes were dark and hollow. Liam had told me once when we’d gone out in pairs, leaving Niall and Zayn to defend the cave and Louis if anything were to go wrong, that he hoped it wasn’t becoming infected, or that blood poisoning wasn’t setting in. If that were the case, there could end up being a slim chance of his survival.

   However, on the second day just at nightfall after Niall and Zayn returned from the river to refill the canteens, we sat around in the cave as something not uncommon, but unexpected occurred, revealing exactly why nothing had been happening the past few days; why no tributes had died off due to Capitol plans. They wanted us to do it ourselves.

   Even if no one died in the day, the Capitol anthem still blared through the arena with the seal in the sky. However, after the trumpets closed the song tonight, Xanthius Naia, the head Gamemaker, let his voice boom over the speakers.

   When there was only a handful of tributes left to battle in the games, and when supplies was running low, the Gamemakers planned a feast at the Cornucopia, where each tribute would get a package with what would usually be food. This time, however, his offer was different.

   “Many of you need something desperately,” his voice said.

   We did need something desperately. Though each of us would get a gift, all we really did need was the medicine to keep Louis alive, and make him heal. Although, at this point, I was sure none of us would mind if Zayn got the hair gel he continued to complain about daily.

   “Each of you will find your gifts in a backpack marked with your district number – and genders for the pairs of two – at the Cornucopia when dawn breaks. I’m sure many of you won’t choose to show, whether or not it costs your lives,” continued Xanthius before the announcement comes to a close.

   “Lou’s medicine has got to be there,” Liam stated, though it was something I was sure we’d all already figured out. “Now, we can –”

   “Are you crazy?” Louis said. All of us turned out heads to face him. He was lying flat on his back, probably too weak by now to hold himself up, even if he tried. “They lure tributes there so they can kill each other,” he added. “There’s no way I’m letting you put yourselves in danger for me. I was doomed from the start anyway.” His sea green eyes showed forming fragments of crystal tears.

   I knew Louis too well to believe he’d given up hope after two days, but it seemed he was changing. He’d grown to care about us all, meaning we should care back.

   “Louis,” I started, “We’re going –”

   “No, Harry,” Liam interrupted, forcing me to quickly turn my head and meet his eyes with a stare which would told him I believed he’d suddenly gone mad. There was no way he could be agreeing to just letting fate take Louis away from us! However, as heartbreaking as it was, his final words were, “He’s right. It’s too dangerous. They’ll be waiting for us. We can find another way to save Louis.”