The Hunger Pangs - A Parody

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Part Three: The Victory Dance
I moan and facepalm; I now know Peebo is nearby probably looking for me, and also he shouted my name. Waiting for the Caring Pack to ambush me, sitting in a bush, I realize there's almost no one left.

I get up and stretch, yawning, and hear the rush of water from where Peebo's shout came from, and also a slick blood trail that leads through a rocky path. Peebo, I had heard from Tainto back at his camp, has been wounded. Slashed by him. I am even angry at myself that Tainto got him first, but I brush all prior thoughts about him out of the way. Peebo is my ally now, and if we both win....
Let's just hope Tainto or Trash or somebody gets to him first.

I sit down, avoiding Peebo's groans and moans from the river like sixty yards away. Who is there left to be afraid of? Foxyface? The boy tribute from her district is dead. She's operating alone at night, probably stalking me at the moment, maybe has sold Peebo some painkillers in exchange for a fresh painted face like a fox. Eh. Peebo might be in some ditch by the river just painting people's faces. Anyways, she is more of someone who evades, so she's no worry.
Then there's Trash. Alright, he's big like an ox, Rudy once told me he has a strict diet of asparagus, and I haven't seen him since the start of the Games.

So that leaves Tainto and Clymidia, who are surely celebrating the new rule. If they came right now, barreling through the trees, Betty 2.0 would know what to do. Betty 2.0 always knows what to do...

Then Peebs is calling my name again and I am forced to find him, following the crimson trails he's SO inconspicuoulsy left for me. I mean I can BARELY even SEE them.

I have broken onto rocky turf, almost falling into the water and taking a minute to swing my arms and trying not to fall in. Even now, the water is gushing so hard I don't hear my boyfriend. So I search around, the blood trails lost. I look around. "Pssst. Earth to Peebo?" But he's not there. My bread boy is gone. "Oh well." I turn around and then I see him.

The giant pink cake is hard to miss. His head pops out of the top. "Surprise!"

"What the hell?" I eye him and the birthday cake. "This is your comouflage?"

"The final word in the art," he says, proud of himself. "I'd have thought you'd paint yourself into a rock or something."

He gets out of the cake, his skin a lighter shade of pink as well. "I tried that, but I figured hours and hours of frosting cakes would pay off." He winces and tugs at his leg wound.

"Peebo, sit down by the river," I order him but he gives me a rough look and collapses. "What?"
"I can't walk." He lays down and tries to roll himself toward the water to no avail. "Can you roll me over?"

"You just want me to touch you," I say.
"Maybe..." he says, but I'm already on the job, struggling to roll him. Once my endurance has run dry, his body rested at the edge of the rocks, I sit next to him. "Let me see it okay?" I ask him.

He rolls up his pantleg, and I try to find his wound. "Higher," he directs and I keep tugging the pantleg up and up more. "Higher..." he almost pleads, and I find the harsh, deep cut in the pantleg. "Higher!" He murmurs.

"No." i shudder. "Ew." I then tell him I will have to roll him into the stream to clean the wound. "It's very shallow here."
"No!" He cries and crosses his arm, holding his ground as he lays at the riverbank.
"Kay!" I say and then push him into the water. I hop in myself and then catch a tear roll down his face, sobbing in excruciating pain. "Oh waa waa. Stop being such a crybaby."

Anyways I strip off his jacket and shirt and find four Kimberly boobs scattered across his chest, so I make leaf glops and attack them to the stings. So I heal his stings, which deflate like giant balloons, and wash his leg, which makes him shudder. "You want to be more pervy?" I ask him. He immediately stops and then allows me to finish cleaning the blood from the wound. Then I touch his face. "All better!" But I realize...he's burning up like a hot potato. "Oh my!"
"What?!" He asks in a very panicked voice.
"Flipiddy doo dah! You're burning up like an oven!" I pull out some vitamin 'Kid Power!' gummy bears from Marble's pack, and I hold them out to him. "You'll love these! You chew on them and swallow, thus reducing your temperature!"