savages.

six.

Billy

Once the broadcast was over, Billy continued walking, Ella not far from his side. They were hunting for other tributes, hoping to reach them before the other Careers did. Neither of them had cared too much for those four; they were too cocky to be prepared for these games. They hated their attitudes.

With more and more time passing, Billy eventually gave up. "We should get some sleep; seems like none of them are around right now," he stated.

Ella huffed, kicking a rock which skidded along the ground roughly. "C'mon, there has to be at least one of the fuckers around," she objected.

Rolling his eyes, Billy stopped dead in front of a building. "Don't be stupid and push yourself. More of them will be around during the day and you know it," he said firmly.

Although reluctantly, Ella muttered under her breath before entering the closest building to her right. Since they knew what the Capitol were like, the pair of them searched the building before settling in just in case there were traps around. Generally speaking, it was quite empty, with the odd hollow cupboard or mattress-lacking bedframe. However, while searching a room that seemed to have been an old dining area, Billy found a girl. She'd probably heard him coming, since she was cowering in a corner behind a weak-looking chair.

Billy smirked, crouching down in front of her. "You're from 12, right?" he questioned. He vaguely remembered her reaping, with the blue-covered Capitol woman and the scrawny kid with curly hair.

Terrified, she nodded shakily. Her eyes fell to his hand, which was settled on his knife, lodged into his waistband. Noticing this, he laughed. "Don't worry about that," he insisted. "Ella! Come here!" he called out.

This could be fun.

His companion hurried into the room, careful not to lose a single second as she knew what he found would be interesting. Sure enough, as her hungry eyes fell upon the trembling girl, her lips curled into a menacing smirk. "Wow, what do we have here?" she teased, stalking towards her like she was her prey.

"Please don't hurt me," she managed to whisper, shuffling away as much as she could.

Ella sighed, dropping down into a chair a few feet from the girl. "You know, I hate it when they talk," she commented, acting as if the girl couldn't hear.

Arching an eyebrow, Billy glanced between the pair of them. "Really? I think it adds some substance y'know," he disclosed.

It seemed as if the District 12 girl- perhaps her name was Freya?- saw this as some sort of distraction and attempted to scramble to her feet and out of the door, but she hardly had chance to take a single step before Billy grabbed her and threw her to the ground. "There's no point in that," he remarked.

She was crying now, tears streaming along the few grazes left from the impact with the ground. "Please, I don't want to die, I-I have a family! I have a family and they don't want me to die either and... and..." her voice trailed off as she began to wail.

There wasn't a shred of empathy between the two brutes towering above Freya. "I found her, she's mine. Plus, you got that ginger through the chest in the bloodbath; you owe me one," Billy declared.

"Oh come on, you threw her so surely-" Ella began to object, but Billy was already preparing himself. "Fine, whatever."

As the girl continued to wail, Billy pulled out his startlingly sharp knife and crouched before her. "Oh, give up crying now; at least go with some dignity," he huffed.

She appeared shocked at that, staring up at him with wide, watery eyes. "W-wha...?" she pulled at her hair, mumbling under her breath about how she was supposed to meet them here and how everything would've been okay if they didn't die. Billy laughed at that, before grabbing her head and lifting it, and then slitting her throat in one swift movement.

Bang!

The cannon fired in the distance, signalling the girl's death. "Next one's mine," Ella grumbled, before exiting the room to find a place to rest.

For a moment, Billy turned to look at the girl who was now laying in a pool of her blood, unmoving. It was an odd sight, with her arena clothing soaked and her dark hair dipped into it. Nonetheless, he felt no remorse as he left the room and began to settle within the same room as Ella.

Once he was inside his sleeping bag, his weapons within reaching distance, he glanced over to Ella who was laying on her side facing away from him. "I want to find those Careers soon," she insisted, her tone dark.

Billy nodded, rethinking each of those four individuals. "I know, we'll get them. Gotta admit though, it'd be hilarious if some random tribute picked them off," he admitted.

Although she released a small laugh, Ella shook her head. "It has to be us. We have to put an end to their bullshit; I can't deal with them any longer."

Taking in her firm words, Billy paused for a moment, staring up star ceiling. He thought about the horrendous superiority the Careers held, and how barbaric they were. Of course, he was self aware and knew that he and Ella were just as ruthless, if not worse, but they didn't hold the same pride at killing as those spoiled teenagers. Billy wouldn't say he was killing for survival, but he wasn't killing to fuel his own ego either. It was a perplexing situation, so he opted to focusing on his distaste for the Careers rather than his own intentions, despite the burning thought that he might be just what he detested.

And with that thought, he drifted into a light sleep, only awoken by one canon a few hours into the night, signifying another death. Perhaps the careers were still going? Billy didn't want to think about them too much and so relaxed back into his slumber.