TMNT Hunger Games (Featuring Your OCs)

Chapter 22: Another Day of Death

Head Gamemaker Tiger Claw scowls a little as he watches the arena, his large paw clenched into a fist. His second-in-command, Emery, stands next to him with a sleek tablet in her paws.

"You seem troubled, brother," she purrs.

He snarls a little. "These Games are not what they've been in the past. Everyone is so friendly to one another. None of these tributes are even trying to find and kill the others." He looks to the leopard mutant with a dark look in his one yellow eye. "The Career pack fell apart within a day or two, for goodness sake."

"So what do you want to do?" she asks, glancing at the holographic arena in the centre of the Gamemakers' workplace.

The two little dots signifying District 7's tributes blink softly near the large lake surrounding the rocky arena, nearest only to the remaining District 12 light. Neither group moves.

Tiger Claw strokes his chin as he looks over the other lights. District 3 and one of the District 5 lights sit next to one another in a secluded spot, while the other District 5 one moves slowly across the holographic board. District 8's light remains motionless, waiting. His eyes skip to the District 11 and two District 4 lights all stay in one spot far from the other groups, right near the edge of the arena in a spot of trees.

"Everyone," the tall tiger shouts, clapping his paws together sharply. "I have an idea."

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Shelby wakes slowly, finding herself sandwiched between Michelangelo and Tyler. Both boys snore softly, arms draped over the girl between them limply as they sleep.

She smirks lightly and wiggles out of her sleeping bag, looking around at their little grove. The sun is rising over the few scrubby trees, their rays slipping through the leaves.

Shelby sniffs the air, her pale blue eyes widening. She smells smoke.

She spins around just as a wall of flame appears a few feet behind her. The air temperature drops drastically as she feels herself tense.

"Ty! Mikey! Get up!" she shouts, kicking the feet of their sleeping bags.

They jolt awake, blinking rapidly. Shelby doesn't say a word as she points to the fire, her nails already extending into claws and fluffy white ears appearing on her head.

"Holy jaloopa..." Michelangelo squeaks.

"Run!" Tyler shrieks.

The three tributes take off, hardly taking the time to snatch up their backpacks. The fire advances as soon as they start running, the heat growing worse against their backs. A tongue of flame shoots out and catches Tyler's foot, blistering his foot and some of his shin. He stumbles, crying out in pain, but Michelangelo immediately supports him as they keep trying to run.

"Shelby, where do we go?" the panicked turtle shouts.

He looks behind him, his eyes going wide. Shelby has morphed completely into her half-shift form, her clothing turning blue and her hair completely white. Her eyes remain wide as she starts sending ice and snow whipping at the flames, all of it being swallowed by the ravenous inferno. The wind picks up around them, blowing at the fire desperately. The mutant girl doesn't run anymore, focused only on the fire. The inanimate enemy doesn't move as fast, but it still advances. She moves backwards at a slower pace, pushing it back as much as she can.