The Oncer Games (A Hunger Games/Once Upon A time crossover)

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Belle (d5) POV:

Belle's vision swam uncomfortably before her as Red heaved her shaking body through the trees. The arrow was still buried up to the shaft in her side, as they had had no time to remove it in their escape. Dried blood was encrusted around the arrow, fixing it's position, a whilst fresh blood soaked Belle's black tribute vest. Each trembling step she took was agony and cold sweat clung to her forehead and the back of her neck. Finally, she could go no further and collapsed in a heap on the ground.

"Belle!" Red screamed, then remembering where they were, adjusted her tone. "Belle! Stay with me!" She whispered as loudly as she dared, rolling the wounded girl onto her side. Belle gave a shuddering gasp, her eyelids fluttering. Blindly, her hands reached for the arrow and she made to pull it out. "No! Wait! I mean...I'll do it." Red told her, squeezing the other girl's hand before turning her attention to the weapon that had been stuck in her side for far too long. Red winced at the sight of it. The dried blood had formed a gory glue around the wound, holding the weapon more firmly in Belle's body. Wet, crimson liquid still flowed from the impalement, causing Belle's clothes to become dark and sticky. Holding her breath, Red wrapped both her hands around the arrow and gently tried to ease it out. Belle whimpered in pain and clutched at the arrow, her face clammy. Red bit her lip and gave the arrow a sharp tug, pulling it halfway out before the tip caught on something inside Belle's body. Belle screamed aloud and rolled onto the side, her breaths dragging up her throat in ragged gasps. "I'm sorry Belle, but we really have to get this out." Murmured Red, apologetically.

"Please..." Belle pleaded, pained tears spilling from her eyes. Red ignored her and twisted the arrow loose from whatever internal part it had caught on (causing Belle to gasp in agony, her hands clenched and tense fingers clawing the ground beneath her) then unceremoniously ripped it from her body. Belle's tortured cry punched through the still night air as her damaged body began to convulse. Red swore and tried to hold her still, stuffing a blanket beneath her head. Belle shook, cold sweat pouring down her face and pain gripping every inch of her. Dark blood pumped from her wound, pooling onto the forest floor as finally, she passed into unconsciousness...

Emma (d1) POV:

Emma sat tensely around the small camp that they had set up, her sword still clutched in her hands. She had seen no sign of Henry since she escaped the cornucopia, but the sky had shown her he was still alive...for now. She heard movement behind her and looked around as David took a seat next to his daughter. "Are you OK?" He asked, visibly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm just worried about Henry." She replied, fiddling with the strap of her scabbard. David sighed and put his arm around her. "He'll be OK Emma. He's a smart kid."

Emma nodded again, without speaking. David continued "To be honest, I'm more worried about the career tributes." This caught Emma's attention and she frowned, glancing over at him. "The careers?"

"Yeah." David nodded. "I think we can assume that Rumple and Regina will be in, maybe Jefferson and Blue, though I can't imagine her being that vicious."

Emma frowned again. "Don't you think that Regina would want to find Henry too?"

David shrugged. "I guess so. If that's the case, he's definitely safe. Now get some rest, I'll guard for the next few hours"

"Fine." Emma responded bluntly, laying down next to the already sleeping Snow. Her thoughts whizzed through her brain as she struggled to find sleep and Regina's face kept floating to the surface of her mind...

Robin Hood (d5) POV:

Robin wiped a trickle of blood from his lower lip as he stared into the face of the old woman gripping the crossbow, which was directed at his chest. "I should kill you right now." She snarled. Robin allowed himself a chuckle. "My dear, if you were going to do that, I would have a bolt in my chest by now." Granny clicked the weapon menacingly. "Oh, don't tempt me." She hissed at him. Robin held up his hands in a mock surrender. "Well, one of us is going to die of old age if you don't get a move on." He smirked. Just then, there was a snap of a twig, and both Granny's and Robin's heads snapped round to locate the source of the noise. At first there was nothing, then a shadow emerged from the trees. "Not interrupting anything am I?" Jefferson asked quietly, the bloody knife in his hand glinting dangerously in the moonlight. Provided with multiple targets, Granny's crossbow swung round to point at Jefferson, then back to Robin, over and over. "What do you want?" She asked, her eyes alight with fear at Jefferson's sinister manner. "Oh nothing, I just thought I'd let you know that I paid your granddaughter a visit." he replied, wiping his blade on a leaf. "She was most...welcoming"