The Unwanteds....except in the Hunger Games

Part 4

"An idea...?" Alex repeats looking at Samheed, whose eyes were glued to the sleep darts.

"It's night time, and everyone is usually asleep like their careers, maybe one or two awake. We can use the sleep dart, steal the Career's stuff and just go." Samheed says. They hear the careers say to make camp, and Alex looked interested.

"We don't you just kill them while asleep?" Alex suggests.

"It's better if they turn on each other," Samheed replies. The two work out the plan till around the dead of night. They glance at each other, have a conversation with their eyes, and then get up in search of their careers. They heard their voices earlier, and used their memory to look for them, and soon enough, they spotted the four careers asleep, Dev keeping watch.

Samheed gestured to Alex to follow, whose legs were back and working, and took a hidden path toward them. Dev shuffled, hearing the slight rustling, and got up, spear in hand. Samheed aimed the dart, and shot it, piercing Dev. Dev let out a silent yelp, looked at what hit him, and immediately crashed asleep. Alex smiled, and both of the boys walked up to the camp, and started looting their stuff.

Alex left the weapons that some of the Careers were holding, but picked up their backpacks, flasks, other weaponry, in pure silence. Samheed did the same, and just in 5 minutes, they got almost everything. They stepped out of their camp and silently ran back to the Cornucopia, in victory. Samheed whispered either to himself or Alex. "Yes Yes Yes!" as they ran, and they once again settled in the horn. First, they looked through the supplies, and then rationed them. Afterward, they decided to sleep, Samheed taking the first watch.

Around sunrise, Alex and Samheed switched shifts, Alex taking watch and Samheed turning in. At first, Alex just drew in the muddy dirt with a stick, and then got startled by a sudden cannon. Alex got up, and looked in the direction of the career's camp, taking cover by a tree not to get spotted. He peered at the camp, and heard them.

"That's good for nothing Dev! We shouldn't have trusted him to keep watch. We have nothing but our weapons!" one whined.
    "Don't worry Shanti, he's dead now. We just have to kill other tributes for their stuff. No big deal-"

"Clam it Rohan! Just stop with the positivity! It's so annoying!" Another yelled. 'Samheed sure would be loving to hear this,' Alex thought. He didn't bother with hearing the rest of the argument and made his way back and to his drawing.

It was a nice house, just composed of shapes he learned in math. It looked like a house to him anyway. He started adding a chimney, and looked up for some inspiration. But instead, he saw Aaron.

"Hello Unwanted."

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Henry was back at the cave awaiting Thatcher, but once he heard the cannon, he knew Thatcher was gone. He sighed, and leaned against the cave wall,and then heard a yelp. Immediately Henry got up, and looked closer, and saw a boy camouflaged within the wall. "Crow?" Henry said, and he helped Crow out from his position. He remembers seeing him dash to the forest rather than the cornicopia. Immediately Henry laid Crow down, and he fed Crow some crackers and water from his rations.

"What are you doing?"

"My instructor said to try hiding the whole game....to win."Crow said. Henry examined him. He looked exhausted, and malnourished, but Henry didn't have much to spare. He also noticed a gash by Crow's ankle, and so pulled out the medicine he made, and applied it on Crow. He had an opportunity to Kill Crow, but it didn't even cross his mind.

"Lean against the wall, and try sleeping." Henry instructed, Crow complied, and listened, eventually passing out. In the meanwhile, Henry sat and watched, sharpening knives, making medicine. Eventually Henry got up and left to get some berries, and came back to see Crow awake. "Hello," Henry said, as he placed down the berries. He rationed up the berries to him and Crow, and they both ate in SIlence.

"Are you feeling better--"but Henry stopped. He heard a chatter from deeper in the cave. Crow sprawled to his feet, and looked at Henry. Again, they heard the chatter, not from tributes, almost like a squirrel...but nothing the gamemakers have made has been friendly. "We're not alone, are we?"

(Here's a shorter one to compensate for the really long ones I've been posting. It's not the most interesting either, but I hope you still enjoyed.)