The Celebrity Hunger Games

Chapter 51: "I Have To"

Rochelle Humes couldn't get over the death of her allie Victoria Justice. When she heard about what Victoria had gone through, being bullied, she wanted the girl to win, more than she wanted to win herself. And now she was gone, because of an axe flying through the air, her life had been taken. It wasn't fair! Some people in this competition chose to be there, and chose to kill people. But then there were people that didn't deserve to be here, and didn't deserve to die. Rochelle didn't want to die. She didn't deserve to be here and she didn't want her life to be taken away from her, especially as she had a baby back home. But at the same time, she didn't know if she could make it through. She didn't want to kill anyone, which meant that she might get killed herself. All she could think about was Victoria. She felt devastated when her allie died, and she'd known her for all of 5 minutes. Imagine if she was the reason to make someone's family feel 10 times worse than she did now? She wouldn't be able to live with herself. And worse still, whenever she looked in the mirror, whether she won or not, she would see what so many people here were. She would see a killer.

Justin Bieber was one of the only people in the competition who had no allie, had run into no people and hadn't had to use any weapons. He had enough food and water in his pack to last him a long time. This meant that he had less space for weapons, but as he had not run into anyone, he didn't mind too much. He'd rather have no weapons and nor run into anyone thank to die of starvation. As he walked slowly around the arena, he realised that he was walking in circles. He had been past the same trees and bushes for what felt like a thousand times. He had been counting the cannons, and worked out that there were only 14 people left competing, which he was grateful for. He thought that, if everyone ended up killing each other, and forgetting that he was there, then he could have a real shot at winning this competition. And then he could he remembered as the guy who won the Hunger Games, rather than just the brother of the guy who lost.

Ariana Grande hadn't left the tree she was hiding in since she had injured Miley Cyrus and been threatened by her allie, Niall Horan. She was dehydrated, starving, and she clutched the plastic baton tightly, although she knew that she didn't have the strength to use it. She was scared. She had never been more scared in her entire life. There were people around her that were waiting, watching, expecting her to leave the tree, so that she could be killed, leaving them one step closer to winning the Games. But Ariana couldn't let that happen. At home, she only had her mother. She never spoke about her father, and her close friends knew better than to ask. She never told anyone that she had never known him. She didn't know the man who had helped to create her. She often wondered if she looked like him. If he was blonde, or brunette, or a red-head. She didn't know if he had blue eyes or brown. She didn't know which traits she had inherited from him. And growing up, this had never bothered her. Until her mother told her the truth. Her father had died while her mother was still pregnant. She had no pictures, no memories. And only here, inches from death, would she allow herself to wonder about him. Would he be waiting for her, wherever she turned up after this crazy process ended? She wanted him to be waiting. Because, if there was nothing else that could be gained from this, at least she could meet him. The person that she had never met, and somehow always known. As she thought of him, she drifted off to sleep...

Rochelle Humes was still freaked out, and still being wary. She had never seen a dead body before the Hunger Games and she didn't want to see one again. She didn't count on Justin Bieber watching her. He had been watching her for a few minutes, wanting to kill her but not knowing how. She had a pack that could be filled with weapons. And he had no weapons. He didn't want this to turn into a suicide mission before it was even over. As he daydreamed, he noticed that the girl in front of him had stopped, and was crouching over. Looking closer, he noticed another body on the ground. It was a girl's body, and the other girl was crouching over it. But the cannons hadn't gone, meaning that the girl wasn't dead. But she still had a baton in her hand. Quickly, Justin snuck up behind them and grabbed the baton from her lifeless hand. "Please don't hit me" she begged me, tears forming in her eyes. "I have to" he said, hitting her hard, knocking her out. He kneeled down and rummaged through her pack, where he found a small knife, so small that he doubted she had noticed it. It looked like it had never been used. He stabbed it in her chest, three times, just to kill her, and be sure that she was dead. As he stood, he noticed the girl that was unconscious. She was getting up and holding her head, as if she had a headache. "I-I fell" she said. He didn't give her time to say anymore. He lunged at her and plunged the small knife into neck, causing her to fall to the ground, where he stabbed her again. Then he stood up, taking Rochelle's pack and Ariana's baton. He had a chance. He could win this.

Eliminated Tribute(s): Rochelle Humes, Ariana Grande