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Merome: Respawn

Merome: Respawn

Pairing: ASFJerome x BajanCanadian

Warning: Angst. Uh... Character Death. Language.

A/N: Sorry, I can't help but write death. Just makes it so sad.

3rd POV:

The trio - Sky, Mitch, and Jerome - traveled through the forest. Wielding their weapons, and protected by chain armor. They had found enough weapons, armor, and food to survive for a couple days (if anyone lived that long). Being dragged into the Hunger Games seemed fun, but being in it was nerve racking, terrifying, and dangerous.

They had ran into five other tributes. Took them all out, Mitch having two hearts at the end of one battle. He was glad that his loyal friends agreed to team up.

"Hey Biggums, Imma go check out that house. See if there's any good loot. Tell Sky for me," and with that, Mitch ran off to find some more chests.

"Alrighty Benja!" Jerome yelled to the retreating man. He sighed and waited in place for Sky. Sky held his butter/budder (whatever you guys wanna say it is) sword tightly and walked his way back to the group. Upon only seeing one member of the group, he began to freak out. Not much, just a bit. "Where's Mitch?" He asked the Bacca who sat on the grassy ground.

"Went to go check the houses for loot. Why?" Fluffy replied as he pushed himself up, bringing his sword with him. Sky gave a shrug and glanced at the nearby house.

Maybe I can do this. What's that saying? Knock two birdies out with one stone? Something like that, Sky blabbered in his mind to himself. "I'll go help Benja out," Sky said as he started towards the house.

Jerome stared at his friend questionably before shrugging it off, waving him towards the house. The butter loving minecrafter grinned as he made his way into the house. "Mitch? You in here?" He asked aloud.

He heard shuffling on the second floor, before a muffled response of a 'yeah' came after. Sky griped the handle of his sword tightly. Worry and fear riding up through his body. There were so many flaws in his plan. Should he seriously go on with it? Yeah... He needed to.

He staggered to the stairs, the adrenaline clouding his mind. Glancing upwards, he started, taking slow and heavy steps. As he stepped on the second floor, it creaked loudly under his weight. Sky soon began to search every room, looking for the canadian.

At the second to last room, he found Mitch, bent over and distracted. He had his face stuck into a chest as he rummaged through it. The young man was completely oblivious to the minecrafter behind him.

He hadn't noticed anything till is was too late. Till he felt a sharp pain in his back. Till he was left on the floor, withering in pain, feeling his own blood slowly seep out of him, creating a dark puddle. He hadn't known who done it. He hadn't known he was betrayed.

Sky felt himself panting in horror as he began to process what he had done. He just stabbed his own team mate. His own best friend. And for what? To win the Hunger Games? He felt shame cloud over him. Regret hit him hard, like a truck had rammed right into his sick body. The squid hating tribute peeked into the room.

Mitch laid there, his eyes wide, filled with tears. Food couldn't help him anymore, he was going to die. This was it, this was his end, either from blood loss, or the damage the blow had done to his body. A loud scream erupted from the injured man. He screamed for his team mates. He screamed for Jerome.

The Bacca spun around, trying to guess where the cry had came from. It was Mitch, he knew that, he knew that voice all too well. He then remembered the house, the house where his two friends were at. Sprinting as fast as he could, he busted into the house and jogged up the stairs. He passed every tool bench, every chest, every item frame. Mitch was more important right now.