Hunger Games Fanfics

Triple Kill

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Chapter 9

Triple Kill

Team Song vs. The E Team

Emily's p.o.v

Team Song stood before us, weapons raised.

"You don't stand a chance against us," I growled. (Which reminds me. Mr. Gordon actually growled and nearly sweared during class. XD lolz so funny)

"Oh, really?" spat Demi.

I gritted my teeth and charged at her. I smiled as I saw her overconfident expression change to shock and my axe dug into her leg. I wrenched it out, a weird sensation overwhelming me. What was this? What ever it was, it felt good...

I jumped back whilst my comrades looked onto me in admiration. Demi fell over in pain. I smiled. The feeling spread through my body, enveloping me in a heavenly tingly light.

"How dare you!" roared Bobbie.

I stood my ground as she laughed. What was she doing? Her golden, ginger hair fell over her eyes and the laughter stopped abruptly.

"There are no places in the world for worthless trash like you," she smirked, raising her head.

My hand flew to my mouth at the pure sight. Her eyes had turned red. Complete dark red. A smile was stitched on her face, nervous chuckles escaping her red lips.

She charged at me and I couldn't react. I was rooted to the spot. I couldn't move. No. No. She came closer. No. I can't. I musn't die here. No.

I felt the scythe slice right through to my lungs. She's good. She hit my vital organs. Then, the realization hit me. I killed someone. I killed someone.

I killed someone. Over and over, it was repeated in my head. I killed someone. Why? This isn't me. I'm just a writer. No.

I'm a killer.

My life slipped through my hand and I let it fall.

"What is life if you have to live with the burden of a dead soul?" I whispered into the wind as my limp body hit the floor.

I looked up at the sky and a bird flew by. And a feather landed softly on my cheek.

Bobbie's p.o.v

I dropped back as Emily died. I was a ruthless killer now. No. I wasn't. To protect a friend, I'd do anything. Even if it means putting my life on the line.

Demi was losing too much blood. I had to end this fight quick or I would risk losing her.

"Come at me brah!" I smirked at Emma.

Which one? Both, of course.

Emma Watson's face darkened and she ran at me. I easily dodged her swords feeble attacks. She had obviously trained pitifully. Emma 2 took a stab at me and her dagger pierced my thigh. I grimaced at the pain but I managed to land a hit at Watson's hamstrings.

"Fine you win! Just don't kill me!" the Emma covered in blood pleaded.

"How weak," I spat in disgust.

My scythe curled around her neck and her head came apart from her body. The body fell to the dusty floor and the blood seeped everywhere.

"Avenge me," a voice in the wind muttered.

Emma 2 narrowed her eyes and bounded at me. I prepared myself and clutched my scythe ready to attack. To my surprise, however, she dodged and landed on me from behind. My weapon cluttering to the ground.

"No!" I shouted.

"How can you?" I heard Emma 2 sob, "How? How could you kill them so easily?"

I felt the tears drop onto my back. My own eyes swelled up and my own tears fell. I know it wasn't right. I wriggled out from under Emma and sat in front of her.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

I leant closer and closer to her face. Her face stuck in a shocked expression. I came closer and closer.

"Uggggh," Emma breathed, "Why?"

I pulled her dagger from her heart and pulled away. I smiled at her foolishness.

"Has no one ever told you, Emma?" I laughed, "There are good and bad people in this world. I'm one of the bad ones.

Emma's p.o.v

My vision began to fade and I saw the creepy smile on Bobbie's face. She had gone Insane. She was insane. No, insanity itself.

"What came first the chicken or the egg?" where the last words that escaped my mouth before my vision faded over.

The line end here. The end is nigh. The end is nigh.

I still have some strength. I know now. The truth. The end. The glorious end. I must warn them.

"Watch. Insanity. Almighty Dragon. Saviour. Death. The end is nigh." I spluttered as my life came to an end.

Demi's p.o.v

My leg's really bad and I'm generally in a lot of pain. Other than that, I'm perfectly fine. Bobbie got rid of three more people and bandaged it up.

I can't believe it though. How she managed to kill them so easily?

I put it to the back of my thoughts for the moment though. If we got rid of three so far then there was at the most seven people left. Hopefully we'll win.

Even though I tried so hard to forget, I couldn't. The scared, shock faces of the people who died.

It was surely just a triple kill. Why was I worrying so much?

I knew what it was. I was just trying to hide it. It was my curiousity. What was Bobbie's secret. What was it that happened that did this to her. Well, whatever it was. I need to fix it. And soon.

Bobbie's p.o.v

After I patched Demi up, I rested against a tree. The memories in my head tried to play themselves again but I refused to give in. I don't want the life I tried so hard to forget. No. I don't want the path that was forced down my throat.

Suddenly, I couldn't resist anymore. One clip played itself over. A memory I had tried so hard to forget in as many ways as possible.

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"Dad? Can we play, please?"

"No! Now go and leave me to my work!"

"But daddy, you never play with me!"

The wretched man swivelled around in hi chair, face livid.

"I told you to leave!"

"I don't want to be alone again!"

The angry, young girl was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and dragged to the basement. The basement was full off tools and a bloody workbench. The man duct taped the girl to the table and he stabbed her in the arm.

"If you want to play, we play my game!" the insane guy laughed as the girl screamed in pain.

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No. I can't go back.

I stroked the scars on my arm, shivering at every touch. He will pay for what he did. That is why I must survive. That is my only purpose!

'Is that really it?' my inner voice asked.

A/N: Yup. I know. Bobbie doesn't act like this. I know. I didn't base any of the characters here of the ones in real life. Please don't creep out. Ok, one final time... OMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFG. I have over 1000 reads and I love you!