Hunger Games: Fandom Style

"If I Die Young"

The cameras rolled. Glittering red eyes snapped open to capture every blood soaked detail. They watched all. Saw all. And they cared not a bit for the lives that were about to snuffed out.

Camera One

Edward ran. Not as fast as he was capable of, naturally, but as fast as he dared. The siren call of this much blood would be irresistable once it started spilling hot and sweet on the ungrateful street. He didn't bother grabbing supplies he wouldn't need. He just ran for the nearest storefront, desperate to put something between him and the forbidden fruit.

Niall shot forward, eyes locked on the prize. Swords of the finest Capital steel glittered at the top of a mountain of supplies. His fingers itched to wrap around a hilt and put it to work.

Camera Two

Mary sprinted forward, leaving behind forever the vulnerable and "sweet" shield she'd hidden behind for so long. It was time for the payoff.

She outdistanced Niall easily. She didn't bother with the lesser prizes scattered benath her feet. She would stop only for the knives lying so prettily at the very mouth of the Cornucopia.

The others were a blur of color, too far away to be a threat yet. She snatched up the knives and whirled. Niall was three paces behind her now. She pressed her back against the safety of the side of the Cornucopia. He blew past, convinced she was no threat.

She buried the first knife in his back.

He fell, yanking her knife from her hand. She crouched down and yanked it out. He was still breathing. She hadn't hit anything absolutely vital, but he was incapacitated for the moment. She rolled him onto his back. Quickly, quickly.

Wide eyes stared up at her fearfully. His mouth moved soundlessly.

She drew her blade across his throat and leaped to her feet.

Natasha all but flew forward. Three to her left, Clint did the same. He scrambled up the mountain of goods to grab a quiver of arrows and a bow. He would cover her.

She snatched up two long knives and spun to see Juilet all but on her, a steel rod in her hands. Juliet swung it at her head.

Natasha dived to the side and rolled to her feet. She threw one of her knives. Juliet knocked it aside with her bar.

An arrow buried herself in Juliet's knee. Natasha sprang forward as the girl stumbled and buried her second kniffe in her throat. She didn't bother retrieving it, instead grabbing another two from a jar.

She shouted a thanks up to Clint. He flashed her a thumbs up.

One down.

Camera Three

Hans had the misfortune to be closer to the tail of the Cornucopia than the mouth. He ran anyway.

No one noticed him. He was just another figure in the chaos, and and not a particular threatening one at that.

He tripped over a corpse at the edge of the Cornucopia. His grasping finger caught hold of a short's sword hilt. He tugged it out from the stack.

Mary was just ahead of him. He lunged forward. The sword pierced her back and went clean through her heart. The sword tip came out red and glistening on the other side. He tugged at it, but it had gotten caught in her rib cage. He let the body fall to the ground and by planting his foot on her back, he managed to pull it out.

Who was next?

Eowyn managed to grab a sword when the archer wasn't looking. She grabbed an axe while she was at it and tossed it to Gimli who was still valiantly puffing forward. She slung a leather satchel heavy with supplies over one shoulder and tossed another in Gimli's direction. Time to go, before the archer saw her.