101 Ways To Kill Aaron (On Hold)

Hunger Games (#25)

Imagine this;

You're in the first ever Hunger Games. You're the male tribute from district twelve, along with your twin sister. Her name is Deanna. Deanna Everdeen. You are (Y/N) Everdeen. You're both fourteen years of age, the youngest tributes in the games. You've managed to survive up to this point by working as a team, as you always somehow managed to do since birth. Though there isn't much back to twelve to prepare you for this, you and Deanna were well prepared. You knew how to set traps, and Deanna was skilled at cleaning the meat, as well as cooking it. You both had basic survival skills, and each a deadly blade. Deanna prefers her bow and arrow, and she's get the best shot in twelve. Your mother was really good too. You wonder if your decedents will have that skill?

Aaron was the only other tribute alive. It had been a week, and the gamemakers are getting impatient.

Your P.O.V.

"Come on Deanna, we have to get back to the cornucopia," I say.

"Why is that? It's perfectly safe here," Deanna replies.

"Because if we do, we're more likely to find Aaron. If we kill him off, maybe we can both go home!" I explain with a hopeful tone. I promised myself I'd get Deanna home safely to mom, even at the cost of my own life. Dad really doesn't care about us, so he's probably happy we're in the games.

I know full well we won't both go home, but I also know Deanna won't want to go home without me. Maybe I can fake my death or something so when I get lifted out of the arena I can just make a break for it. It's gotta be worth a shot, right?

"(Y/N), I'm scared. What if we can't both go home? I don't want to live without you!" Deanna cries.

"Deanna, we will both get home. As long as I'm alive, I'll always make my way back to you,* I say in an effort to comfort my sister. Not one day since our birth have we been apart, so the though of being split up is worse than death itself.

We walk towards the cornucopia, and reach it by sundown. The stars are slowly appearing in the sky, illuminating it. Deanna's arm is tightly interlocked with mine, seeing as she's afraid of losing sight of me.

We starts rummaging through what remains at the cornucopia. I manage to find a shield, and Deanna finds a bow and quiver of Arrows. She instantly takes to the trees, ready to shoot the second she sees our enemy.

Aaron's P.O.V.
(Not that anyone really cares)

I hate this place. I'm not one to kill. I don't hunt, I don't fish, I don't kill. It pains me that my survival depends on the death of two innocent children.

I will admit, hiding has been the key to my survival up until this point. I have yet to end a human life. I've shot the odd rabbit for food, but that's it. I can't imagine having to murder two kids, twins no less.

They say that some twins can even share a life force. If one dies, the other does shortly after, sometimes only mere seconds. They become so closely bonded with one another, that nothing can keep them apart. Not even death.

I don't want to kill them, but my daughter needs me. Sure, I'm a little young to have kids at eighteen years old, but that's just how it is back in eleven. With our population being so small after the war, a baby boom would be pretty helpful.

I decide to make my way to the cornucopia, praying that I won't run into those children. My prayers definitely weren't answered. The second I walked into the clearing holding the cornucopia, and arrow flies by my head, barely missing me. I'm going to have to fight them.

Your P.O.V.

Sadly, Deanna's arrow just barely misses. However, every now and then she intentionally does this to put her target into shock. She rarely misses a shot, especially when it counts.

Aaron just stands there, looking defeated. His grey eyes dull and dead. My (E/C) ones turn cold with hatred. Now I remember who this guy is. I knew that name "Aaron Falcon" was familiar. This guy was the leader of a raid on twelve two years ago.

"It's him..." I hear Deanna mutter from her tree. We had both watched in horror as our older brother Carlton was brutally murdered by his men. Aaron just stood by and did absolutely nothing.

"Shoot to kill," is all I say in reply. This man was as good as dead.

Deanna draws her bow, but before she can fire it, a knife hits her in the shoulder. Her screams of agony fill the air, and rage consumes me. Next thing I know, Aaron's head rolls across the ground. The once green grass now stained red. I listen for the cannon. Only one shot goes off. Deanna is alive.

I climb onto her tree, sitting on the branch next to her. Using my shirt as a bandage, I stop the bleeding. But our small moment of triumph doesn't last.

"Two tributes remain, may the odds be ever in your favour as you fight to the death," says an ominous voice over the speakers. Deanna and I exchange a glance, and a brief nod. I jump down from the tree, and bring my blade to my chest. She does the same. This wasn't the plan we had made...

"I'm not going home without you. You're my brother, and I'm not strong enough to go on without you. Not after Carlton..." Deanna says, tears forming in her eyes. I wrap her in a hug, and whisper in her ear.

"I'll fake my own death, just trust me."

She steps back, looking at me with pleading eyes. I pull out a blueberry that I had glazed with honey before the games. I somehow managed to sneak them in. It looks like a NightShade berry. I raise it up high, making sure the game makers see. I then eat it, wobbling around a bit for effect.

"(Y/N)... (Y/N) what are you doing?!" Deanna exclaims. I fake being unable to reply before tumbling to the ground. Deanna rushes to my side, staring down at me with panic in her eyes. I close mine, and slow my breathing. I let my muscles relax, going limp.

"(Y/N please don't die on me! No, no, no, no!" Deanna screams, cradling my head. I stay still and silent, keeping my breathing down to a minimum. I hear the shot of a cannon, and mentally scream with joy. I hear a helicopter only a few minutes later. I feel Deanna pick my up and holding me close in a protective manner. No one dared take me away from her. When she was dropped off in the Capitol, she carried me to the room we had shared. The second we were alone, I sat up and hugged her.

"We did it, we're going home!" I exclaim, tears of joy brimming in my eyes.

"Yes (Y/N), we did! We can see mom again! Youngest in the games, and we made it out alive!" Deanna replies, hugging me tightly.

A few days later, we were home. Living in victor's village was nice. We were safe, warm, and we had more electricity. It was the life of luxury. But the best part, was that my family was still whole.

Nah, Aaron's death was the best part.

Okay, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Sadly, I am unable to recall who requested this, and cannot access this book at all outside of drafts. But you know who you are!

Now, I really need something to call you guys, so here's my proposal. If you have a suggestion, leave it in the comments. However, there are three rules that must be followed.

1) No numbers, symbols, etc, or inappropriate language.

2) It has to be relevant to the book.

3) It can be as psychotic and insane as you wish (the more psychotic the better of you ask me).

That's all I've got for now. Feel free to leave suggestions for both a name, and a chapter idea. Until next time, bye guys!