Dreamnotfound Oneshots

[22] Hunger games Au 1

TW GORE BLOOD SHARP OBJECTS  DEATH

"W-what are you doing" He said, his words shaking slightly at the sight of me. I couldn't bring myself to answer. "Why are you...no..no no no please don't! please!" I watched as tears started to run down his cheeks as he pleaded with his words and expression. "I have to...i'm sorry.." I spoke quietly, regret dripping from my words. He opened his mouth, then closed it, looking up at me through wet lashes and nodded his head, closing his eyes. He stopped moving and tried to stop the small whimpers and choked sobs from escaping. He opened his eyes to look at me one last time, all of the fear falling away. He was telling me it was okay, and as I looked at him for the last time I knew what needed to be done. I raised my hand and without second thought, plunged the dagger down...

   "Dream! Look out!" George called from behind me, and I looked up just in time to dodge a flying arrow, aimed directly towards me. I caught my breath and immediately looked towards the source of the arrow. I started in the direction the arrow had flown from, signaling George to keep close to me and stay on high alert. His nerves were filling the air around us, as his footsteps finally caught up to my long strides. I reached my hand around slowly and brushed his, doing my best to calm him down a little. I heard the sudden snap of a twig to my right and my eyes darted immediately, following the sound. I caught a small glint of black and red cloth just as it ducked behind a tree. fast but not fast enough I thought as I stood up taller, covering the boy who was meekly shaking behind me, shielding him with my own body. I re-lowered my hand and waved a finger, signaling him to take cover behind a size-able tree on our left. He did as he was told and ducked behind the trunk, lowering his head and shaking it softly as if he couldn't help it.

  I silently stepped away and reach across my shoulder and drew my bow swiftly, aiming it just to the side of the tree. I drew my arm back and released, my eyes and arms locked on target. I heard a strangled yelp and I bolted forward, placing my bow back quickly and drawing a small dagger instead, much better for close combat. I watched the figure limp away hurriedly but ultimately stumbling over his own feet, hitting the ground. A fall that would cost him his life. I was on him in seconds, his piercing blue eyes bore in to mine, fear set across them. "Please..." he begged quietly, then pulled at the mask over my face throwing me off guard for a second. He reached for my dagger but he still wasn't quick enough. I raised the blade up quickly, then sharply snapped it down into his chest, just above his heart. His blood splattered across my face and hands, but I paid no mind. His eyes widened before falling helpless as he coughed, blood trickling from his mouth as well as the wound in his chest. I twisted the blade still lodged in his chest, and watched him gasp out in pain, raising his arm instinctively to cover his wound; with one more slow twist to the blade, his body fell still and his eyes glossed over, colour draining from his cheeks and lips, eyes dulling down to a grey.

   A deafening noise was sounded overhead, the horn that called out every-time another was killed; it's sound plaguing the minds of everyone here as they wondered when they would be next. The rules here were simply. Kill or be killed. Kill for a chance to earn rewards and supplies to help heighten your chance or survival, and kill someone with a high bounty and you're set for weeks. You either play or you die, succumbing to someone elses hands or to your own. I finally got up off of the body, wiping my dagger across my shirt, then placing it back in its holster. My fingers pries in to my skin trying to remove the blood before it dried. I sighed and tugged my mask back over my face deciding to deal with it later, then carefully treaded back to the tree George was stationed at. He was shaking so hard I could hear it; I reached out for his shoulder and as my fingertips came in contact with his skin he flinched. Hard. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me as I quickly pulled my hand back. I closed my eyes and let the feeling fade, "George...it's alright now. You're okay..it's just me." I cooed lightly, hoping to calm him despite my own shaken up feelings. He tilted his head up towards me, slowly taking in my appearance, "You're...covered in blood." He muttered, averting his eyes from me and down to his own hands as if he had done something. I sighed softly, "I'll wash up in the river, yeah? C'mon." He acknowledged my words by standing up next to me, breathing out deeply.