Disney Hunger Games

Chapter 37

By RavenclawMaven1198

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Ariel's POV

There are two of us left.

That's all I can think about lately, the fact that in a short time, one of us could be dead.

I wasn't sure how I felt about this. Do I want to kill someone? Or do I want to be killed? I've gone through this game telling myself that I could kill, before I wasn't afraid to do it. But before, I didn't have to kill anyone. Now, it's inevitable and I'm scared out of my mind.

Luckily, it's been quiet and the game makers haven't made any moves, but it could be the calm before the storm. I haven't seen my competitor either, which is fantastic because I'm still trying to think of what to do.

And I have no idea.

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Adam's POV

Ariel Pacific.

District Four. Sixteen years old. Scored a nine in training. Was romantically involved with Eric Black, District Five. He died of infection.

I recount everything I know about her in my mind. Every little thing I remember from training or the things I had seen in the sky or as I lurked through the trees looking for food, there is no way I'm losing to a girl. I had to kill her, for Belle.

Her death couldn't be for nothing.

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Ariel's POV

Two days have passed, and still nothing, for both the game makers and myself.

It seems like the harder I think, the less ideas I come up with to finding and killing this guy. I remember seeing Adam in training, he is a pretty big guy, but his training score was the same as mine, a nine, which means we are pretty evenly matched up.

And that's all I know. I'm going to be killed by a person I don't even know.

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Adam's POV

The last two days have been spent looking for her.

The game makers weren't doing anything to speed up the process, which shocks me because usually the viewers get bored and they have to light a tree on fire or something to get them interested again.

Then again, maybe they enjoy the suspense.

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Ariel's POV

Hesitantly, I left the safety of my tree.

I finally found the courage inside me to do it, and couldn't waste a moment like that.

So here I am, walking through the arena, alone, my pulse quickening every time a fly buzzed. At any moment now, Adam could kill me.

I had been savoring the last supply of my food up until this morning when I feasted on the half can of soup and stale bread. I was going to need the energy.

I can feel it, it's today, my last day in the arena... Or on Earth.

For fleeting moments through the afternoon, I considered just letting him win. I wouldn't have to be a pawn of the Capitol, or spend months away from my family on the victory tour. I wouldn't have to make my bed or brush my teeth anymore. I could be with Eric.