The Wunder Games-A Hunger Games Fan Fic

The Wunder Games 15

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Time for the action! Enjoy! Endulge!

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All the other tributes have left their platforms as I sprint towards the golden horn. The only thing I can see is that silver bows and arrows right now. And then I am on top of the hill, at the mouth of the horn, slinging the quiver on my back .

I hear footsteps behind me. I spin around. They belong to the boy from District Five, who backs me into the horn. I bring up my bow, arrow in the string, directed at his temple. But someone beats me. The boy's eyes go wide and he slips to the ground, dagger between his shoulder blades.

It's Ilslie. She stands about fifteen yards away, digging her hands into a pile of knives. Will she kill me next? No, her next target is the girl from District Three who is retreiving a pack not far away from her. The knife slashs across the girl's eyebrow and blood wells as she is thrown of her feet. 

Ilslie spins around and screams at me.

"GO!" she shouts. Then she takes up a long hunting knife and disappears into battle. I don't hesitate to run. Should I grab something else before all the supplies are taken? There is no time. 

I sprint into the woods, immediately flying up a tree on the border. I am covered well, but there is a little space so I can watch the fight. Fight. Fight! 

The horn is a trap.

Tributes won't just sprint in, grab what they can and leave. People will fight for these things. People will bleed for these things. People will die for these things, like the boy from District Five.

Something tells me that wasn't Ilslie's first kill.

I want to save people, but my main priority is to survive. My weapon is long range. If I go strolling into that fight, Antonius will probably sink a spear into my body.

How is Antonius fairing anyway? There he is. Battling Anemae's fellow tribute about thrity feet away from the horn. Both are locked in combat with shining swords. 

I observe the battle ground. Anemae has lunged forward to scoop up the other bow and quiver. Ilslie races around, pulling knives out of her jacket like rabbits out of a magician's hat. Amethyste digs axes out of a huge stack of weapons. Brite is knelt on the ground, preparing enormous backpacks for the Career group. Hunter and Brit are no where to be seen. They must have fled.

And Garren? He is fighting the girl from District Ten. Garren swings a mace over her head but she ducks. The girl sends an ax flying back at him, but Garren flings it out of the way and plants the mace in her arm. She screams and the blood flow is agonizing to watch.

I turn my attention to the other end of the field. All the tributes have left their podiums, except for Karine. She stands there, blankly as if waiting for someone. And I know she is waiting for Daze who has risked his life to retrieve supplies. He flies around the hill in search of a pack. And now he's found one. No, he's found two! They're both pretty small, but they will provide food. And now he's on his way back to Karine again. She'll be okay.

But have I contradicted myself? Anemae races down the slope, arrow loaded in the string. 

My first instinct is to send a shaft out of my tree and hissing towards her, hoping for a kill or serious  wound. I don't want to intentionally kill her. I just don't want her to get within shooting distance of Karine. 

But instead of driving deeply into Anemae's flesh, it knocks her arrow out of its course! 

What a shot that was! My best yet! 

Anemae knocks another arrow, but it's useless. While Karine is trying to pinpoint her savior, Daze sweeps her off her platform and together they sprint off into the thick woods, backpacks over their shoulders. I'm so glad they made it through!

Anemae pouts at losing prey but eventually pelts other tributes with arrows.

I've seen enough blood. The people I really care about have gotten away. I swing down from my tree and take off, running. My goal is to get as far away from the fighting as possible.

I'm rounding the bend of an enormous rock when I come face to face with the girl from District Three. Her eyebrow is caked with dry blood from Ilslie's knife throw. I have just enough time to see this before we collide and it throws me off balance. My face lands in the dirt, but I quickly jump to my feet. We stand there, staring at each other for a minute. 

Should I make an alliance? Should I lodge an arrow in her stomach and finish her off?

She doesn't say anything, just brushes past me and sprints off. Was she afraid of me? She shouldn't since she received a better training score than I did. 

 I keep on going, tearing through undergrowth. Fighting will still be taking place at the horn, so I assume no one will bother to follow me. I trek through the forest for at least an hour until I reach a willow tree. It's foliage droops over so it will make a good cover. It's an easy climb, one that I make in thirty seconds at the most.

BOOM! What was that? Cannons? They keep firing somewhere off in the distance. Have the Careers obtained some bombing weapon and are now pelting the other tributes with cannon balls? I count nine in all.

Soon I take off my quiver. It's more like a long thin backpack with a long pocket for arrows. As I unzip all the pockets, I discover some more supplies. This quiver may be more valuable than I thought. There's short coil of rope, a bottle of iodine, a waterskin, a pack of dried berries and most hauntingly, a sling shot. 

This does not belong to me, I think, These should be in Karine's hands. Well that's good because tomorrow, I set out to find them. 

The waterskin is desert dry. This disappoints me. But I'm glad they included a little bit of food. I pop a dried berry into my mouth. And that's it. That's my dinner.

Night falls and suddenly the Capitol anthem is ringing through out the arena. I look around but can't see the source of the outburst of music. There must be loud speakers hidden somewhere. And now there are pictures in the sky. Headshots of the tributes who must have died today at the battle at the horn.

The first picture to appear is the boy from District Three. I guess the Careers from One and Two all made it through. So did the girl I ran into. Both brats from Five appear after the boy. I see the kid who backed me into the horn. Ilslie's kill. And then there's the boy from Seven. Anemae and her fellow tribute are still alive. Now there's both from Eight and the girl from Ten. I'll bet Garren finished her off. And they show the boy and girl from Eleven, the ones I raced at training.

Now I realize they showed nine faces. Nine cannons. They'll sound a cannon when someone dies.

I settle in my tree for the night, teathering myself in with a coil of rope so I don't fall out of the tree in my sleep. That would be bad. A sleeping girl on the ground would be easy prey!

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SNAP! What? SNAP! What's making that noise? SNAP! Shut up, Mom! I'm trying to sleep! SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

I am now jerked awake to find myself in that same tree. By looking at the sky, I can tell their is a few hours until dawn. The snapping is growing louder. It is the sound of someone cracked dry twigs with their boots as the stroll through the woods.

Who would walk that loudly? Perhaps the Careers who aren't afraid to have people hear them coming for them? But as the tribute approachs, I see a distorted image of her face through the tree.

It's Brit.

Where's Hunter? Maybe they didn't team up after all. Maybe he's dead and the cannon sounded while I was asleep. Brit trudges through the clearing. She clutches a long hunting knife in one hand and wears a fairly large backpack that blends in well with her surroundings. Brit shortly disappears into the undergrowth.

Is she gone? I cautiously lower myself a branch.

"I know you're up there, Olivi."

And then I'm falling. And hitting the ground hard.