Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games. It's just been on TV lately so...
How did they end up here? How did things get so bad so quickly? Why was this happening to them, to Mitch? He didn't deserve this fate. None of them did.
"Scott?" His musings were interrupted by his companion.
Scott gazed down at the smaller brunet, his best friend, his soulmate. "Yeah, Mitchie?"
"Will you..." He paused to take a deep breath. "Just say that it's okay. I just need to hear you say it."
"Everything will be okay, Mitch. It's all fine. We'll get out of here soon, and we'll get to see our families again. We'll be able to sing again, you'll see."
Lies. All of it was lies. But, what else could he do? The reality was that Kirstie and Kevin were already dead. Kirstie had went first, a knife to her throat. The whole group had watched, horrified as her blood painted her beautiful blonde locks a dark crimson. Kevin had gone a while later, a well-aimed spear through the center of his chest while foraging for supplies. And Avi...Avi had gone rogue. Scott hadn't heard from his since he left to avenge his fallen friends. He wouldn't be any help to Scott.
Scott, who was terrified as he watched his lover bleed out. They had gotten into a scuffle with another tribute, and Mitch had suffered. He had been cut up pretty badly, but it was the attack to his femoral artery that had Scott worried. The blonde had bandaged the wound as tightly as he could, but Mitch needed qualified medical attention. He certainly wouldn't get it.
"Scott?" Mitch stuttered out. The young man had been growing increasingly colder, and even his shivering wasn't warming his up. "Will you sings to me?" He could feel his time was coming close. The last thing he wanted to hear was his boyfriend's angelic voice.
Scott didn't stop his tears from rapidly falling as he began singing "On My Way". His eyes remained locked onto Mitch's. He watched, in dismay, as Mitch's eyes glazed over and his chest stopped rising. The brown eyes disappeared from view as lids covered them, and Scott gently let go of Mitch's hand as it loosened its grip on his own.
He didn't scream or cry out. He didn't go on a tantrum. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to soft lips. He stood, shaking slightly, and started walking. He was determined to find Avi. Together, they would kill the bastards who murdered the most important people in their lives. He wouldn't stop until every single one of them was dead. And then, he would request for Avi to take his own life and become the victor. Scott didn't have anything to live for after all, not that Mitch was gone.
"Happy Hunger Games," he muttered to a camera he had spotted in a nearby tree. The whole world had watched as his heart had died. They didn't deserve to see anymore. He smashed it and continued on. "Happy fucking Hunger Games."
