Fighting The Odds [A Merome Fan Fiction]

Chapter 9

Jerome's POV

Mitch had killed the baby pigs, cooking the meat near a lava pit we had found. As it cooked, I saw a big tree. Climbing it up, I got a good view of the area.

"Mitch! Mitch!" I exclaimed, getting a look from Mitch.

"Whaaaaat?" He groaned.

"I see someone!" I whispered in a yelling voice. "Are we going to kill the person or no?" Mitch didn't say anything for a minute, making me worried. What if he says no? We would be stuck here forever. But what if he says yes? We would be forced to kill each other. There is only one winner.. Unless, we fight the odds(You: Really? Are you kidding me? Me: NOPE! I DID THAT ON PURPOSE!).

"Let's go kill." He smiled, grabbing his sword and letting me take lead. When we saw the person, Mitch took my hand. "Jerome, let's both try to stay alive."

I nodded my head, looking at the person. She is very armored up, having a diamond chest and diamond boots. Otherwise, she has iron. Her big green eyes darted around every corner, stabbing a tree with her enchanted stone sword every time she heard a noise. Her flowing brown hair lay onto of her armor.

When she spotted us, her sword went straight into my arm. She pulled it out, me laying on the ground. I screeched in pain, clutching the wound.

Mitch's POV

I saw Jerome got a sword in the arm, having him fall to the ground. I wanted to help him, but the girl was coming my way.

"Mitchell Ralph Hughes." She said my full name, slowly walking towards me, dragging her enchanted stone sword on the ground. "Bet you don't remember a district 12 girl like, me?"

"Um... Sorry, no." I thought about it, but the interview day did not come to mind.

"Well, isn't that just swell? When you die, you will wonder who killed you. And you will never, ever-" She gasped as blood dripped down her shoulder and an axe was at her neck.

"Rayna Quesca Zanders." Jerome announced her name.

"Wha-What?" She asked as she gulped. Jerome looked at me, like he was waiting for approval to kill her. I nodded my head, and then Jerome tightened his grip on the axe.

"Don't touch Mitch." Her head flew off her body, a cannon went off.

"Deathmatch starting in 10... 9..." The speakers went off, I ran over to Jerome, his arm still bleeding.

"I love you, Jerome." Jerome smiled, quickly saying the same thing. Then we spawned, in the deathmatch arena, with two other people.

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Hey guys! Just one thing(or two, idk) if you comment, you freaking vote! I am saying this because there was a few of you having a conversation and if you have a convo IN THE COMMENT/ REVIEW section, and do not vote, I have this face: -.- Thanks. Also, this book is ending soon *Is it just me or every book I have it is around 14 chapters?*, only because I have an idea for a sequel! Okep, BYE!