Fighting The Odds [A Merome Fan Fiction]

Chapter 2

Jerome's POV

With the blood on my hands and Betty the axe on my back, I ran to the place that I would call home if I was in the wild. The jungle. With trees as tall of the Empire State Building in the capital(what? The Minecraftians made their home in New York Crafting! AKA New York City. It is still NYC!), vines that I can climb for days and a lake for me to get raw fish, it is very homey.

I ran, my furry block legs moving, looking behind me. I heard a cannon that sounded very close to me, and when I turned my head, I saw the champion. Mitch. Full armor and what looks like an iron sword. But I can't tell, I am color blind. I ran faster, hoping that the boy from district 1 didn't see me. He had to, I am very loud and you can see something fluffy and brown from a mile a way in a forest!

"Where do you think you are going, you filthy little (mudblood)bacca?" A boy with bleach blonde hair, dark brown eyes and a smile that you can tell he has an evil plan. I remember seeing him at the interviews. Clark Davison, district 4. He is a career. A person who scares the heck out of me.

I fell to the floor after seeing a diamond sword in his hand. "Don't kill me. Please! I can give you all the food you want! We can be allies!" I covered my face with my paws, reaching with my left one to get my axe.

"Allies? Why would I want to be allies with you?" He scowled, lifting up his sword to cut my head off. I am dead. I won't be going home. I won't see my mom ever again.

Tears started to fill up my eyes, wondering what will happen next.

After a couple of seconds, I looked up. Clark's body was lifeless on the ground, a iron sword was covered with blood in front of me. And as I looked up, I saw him. Mitch saved me.

Mitch's POV

I couldn't just let the Bacca die. I saw the sadness in his eyes, I could tell that his mother was yelling at the screen 'Don't let my baby die!'. Although, how would I know? I am the one who kills them, having the capitol take their body's back to their family's. Not having me die, and having the capitol take my body back to my family. But then again, I just killed another person, leaving his family with another child lost.

Why am I thinking this? I have never felt this before! "Don't kill me, p-please." The furry animal said, covering his head with him diamond axe. I saw tears go down his suit, making me feel bad for him.

"I won't. I promise. How about we team?" I asked, smiling to make sure he dose not think I am going to do anything bad.

"Y-yeah. L-let's team." He stuttered. I put my hand out to help him up, he happily accepted. He jolted right up, landing two inches from my face. His big brown eyes look cute on this sunny day, and his fur is just so soft....

What are you doing, Mitch?