Creative Writing Pieces

Disney Princess Hunger Games

A/N: If the princesses had to undergo the Games.

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The countdown stops and there is a moment of silence – a second of complete nothingness; and then it starts. The pounding of each girl's shoes hits the ground. They are running for the cornucopia.

Most everyone is, anyway; Snow White seems hesitant and is nervously standing in the same place everyone started.

There is the sound of an arrow piercing someone's skin, and Cinderella collapses on the ground. It seems District 8 is done for.

"You can run all you want, Jasmine, but I will find you!" Merida shouts as Jasmine disappears through the tree line.

Mulan chuckles in response. "Not if I find her first," she says simply and takes off after her.

Aurora barely makes it to the cornucopia before she falls to the ground and starts to snore.

"Well, that certainly makes this easier," Belle mutters and slams an axe into Aurora's skull. Blood spatters the, now dead, sleeping beauty's outfit and Belle wipes her hands off on her jumpsuit.

"Oh, woe is me!" Snow White exclaims and takes off into the trees.

Tiana grabs a few things, including a couple a weapons and a sack filled to the brim with survival supplies. Rapunzel – with hair as long as the castle she was trapped in – sneaks after her with a handful of throwing knifes.

Ariel and Giselle had been battling it out before the enchanted princess slices the fish's neck.

~

Snow White had found herself a burrow to hide in; she was too much of a lady to climb a tree. Jasmine finds her without complications. Looks like the dwarves will have to find a new maid.

"There you are, you thief!" Merida shouts and shoots an arrow at Jasmine. She ducks and the feathery weapon sinks itself into the tree behind her.

"Spoken like a true lady!" Jasmine rebuttals and takes off again with Merida on her tale.

Mulan soon shows up and sticks her face to the ground. She sniffs. "She was here," she states and takes off into the direction of the before crew.

~

"Looks like the frog's princess took it to the throat," Belle says, observant.

"I say the long haired maiden did it," Giselle adds. She picks up a very, very, long piece of golden hair and twirls the end on her pinky.

Belle kicks the green-suited body without remorse. "She's dead all right. I wonder where pinkie took off to..."

There is the sound of sticks crunching behind the pair and the turn around to look. A growling escapes the brush before them.

"We know it's you, Merida," Belle scoffs.

"Yeah," Giselle hisses in agreement.

Another crunching sound and a louder, deeper growl hits their ears.

A nervous laugh escaped Belle's lips. "Maybe it's not Merida... I mean... wasn't she chasing Jasmine?"

"I think that tree has some homey potential, don't you think, Belle?"

She nods and they run up the trunk to the very top. The beast finally leaves the bushes, and it is indeed not Merida. Its gaping maws drip with drool so poignant smelling it fills a twenty feet radius. Its black fur resembled that of a dark December midnights. And by God if that didn't scare the living hell out of the princesses.

It growls once more and the ground rumbles. Its claws grasp the tree and it begins to climb. The beast is already one-third the height of the tree itself, so it doesn't take long before it reaches the princesses.

The princesses are too scared out of their minds to speak, and it isn't long before two more cannons are heard in the distance.

Mulan puts her ears to the air and smiles. "Two down, only four more to go, eh, Merida?"

The red head snickers. "It would appear so."

Mulan and Merida, after trying to kill each other off, decided to become an alliance; just until the others are dead, at least.

There is the sound of something cutting through the quiet air, and then silence.

"What was that?" Merida says out loud.

Mulan glances at the tree mere feet from them. "It appears to be a warning from another princess." She takes short strides to the object and pries it from the tree's bark. "A throwing knife, eh?" she says to the wind. She looks at Merida. "You and I both know who this is from."

Merida grins. "You're not manly enough to kill us on the spot? Some princess!"

"We will find you, Rapunzel, and soon you will be out of knives," Mulan snarls.

Rapunzel chuckles and takes off into the distance.

Jasmine has found herself a large tree in the middle of the arena, a great hiding place for someone of her survival skills. She sits atop it, hiding in the leaves, waiting for anyone to walk by so she can pounce.

She suddenly grasps her neck; the blood is seeping from between her fingers.

"B-But... Who...?"

"Sorry, Jazzy, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. But don't worry, I'll make sure to give District 6 a good speech for you when I win," Rapunzel laughs and runs off again, two knives left from her stash.

~

"Finally," Mulan hushes under her breath as she sinks the sword into Rapunzel's unmoving flesh.

"Took us long enough," Merida hisses. "That girl lasted longer than I thought she would."

"That's for sure. But now it's just us two."

"Yes; a fight to the death, I presume?"

"Is there any other kind?" Mulan smiles. "Good luck, red head."

"You too, warrior."

They clink their weapons together and begin to fight.

Mulan tries to get up close to Merida, but the Scot is keeping her distance, for her weapon of preference is a bow, and that is a long target shot.

She aims and shoots the arrow, and it penetrates Mulan's upper arm. Mulan curses under her breath in response.

Mulan lunges, sword in hand, and it slices Merida's calf with ease. Merida clenches her jaw, leaps backward and shoots. The arrow hits Mulan's cheek and goes through. She immediately removes it from her skin and shouts an incoherent word. While she is removing it, Merida shoots another one and it pierces Mulan's stomach. She groans and falls to her knees.

Merida gives a devilish grin and lunges toward the warrior. She tries to slit her throat, but before she can even attempt it, Mulan heaves the sword into Merida's abdomen, and she falls onto her back. She is coughing up blood and her eyes are rolling to the back of her head.

Mulan shoves the sword into her again, and she is certain she has won the games.

Unfortunately, I leap from the tree above her and land softly on my feet. I stand over her with a knife in hand ready to strike.

"Poca... Poca..." Mulan struggles to say my name.

"Pocahontas," I correct and slit her throat. I smile.

I have won this year's Hunger Games.