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The sound of his own harsh ragged breaths mixed with the deafening yells and screams ringing out behind him as he stumbled into the forest.

His body collided with the second tree he came across and he grunted, gripping onto it tightly so he wouldn't fall. Gasping for breath he risked looking behind himself to see the bloodbath unfolding.

Bodies were already limp on the floor, some twisted on the ground, some thrown over boxes and supplies. He spotted at least three bodies with arrows in them from Dream. The others must have been from other people or weapons.

From his position in the tree line, he could make out the figure of Dream looking through the remaining supplies with his partner, Abi. He frowned, watching as one of the many bodies littered across the grass suddenly shifted. They weren't dead...?

He watched as the small and scrawny kid he recognised from district ten got to his feet suddenly, pushing his glasses up on his nose before stumbling behind the cornucopia. His shoulder was dark with blood, his hand clutching it tightly as stared at the two District One Tributes.

Dream and Abi hadn't seen him, too busy now ripping arrows out of dead bodies and and the soil to put back in Dream's quiver. He only had a limited amount, and wasting them wasn't an option. They didn't seem very on guard, pretty relaxed with their surroundings. I mean, of course they were. They're district one, the top dogs. Alphas if you may. No one would be stupid enough to try attack them from their position. No one except that science nerd apparently.

Cross watched in disbelief as the kid grabbed onto a sword that was far too big for him, his face twisting with effort as he raised it. He slowly walked towards the unsuspecting Dream and Abi, a crazed look in his eyes.

He almost wanted to cry out as he suddenly swung the sword, but that cry quickly died as a different sword stabbed through their back.

Dream and Abi jolted, whipping around in time to see the little science nerd fall to his side coughing and gasping up blood.

Above the smaller, the large brute stood above him with a bloodstained sword, flashing that gold tooth with a large grin. "Nice try, nerd."

Sci writhed on the ground like a fish thrown on land, clutching the gaping hole in his chest and wailing in pain. Gradually though, those cries died down into nothing until he went limp, a cannon shot ringing out.

Cross had to cover his mouth, forcing himself not to throw up. That monster had killed that poor kid with an expression of pleasure. He'd enjoyed watching the smaller scream in pain beneath him. What kind of a sick monster liked that? His fingers dug into the rough bark of the tree, his legs feeling stiff as cardboard.

He swallowed back bile, stumbling away from the tree just as something dark suddenly slid off the roof of the cornucopia. They pulled out a knife mid jump, barrelling into to the brute's shoulders before the knife was dragged across his neck cleanly.

Fell's eyes widened in surprise but no sound came from him as his legs buckled and he fell to the floor with a thump. A cannon rang out.

The attacker let out a laugh, ducking down flat to the floor as an arrow was fired at him by Dream. "Careful there princes! I was only helping you!"

It was Killer. He grinned, rolling over to the of the packs and slinging it over his shoulder quickly. "I thought he could have hurt you sweetheart, thank me later!"

Dream let out a growl, aiming another arrow at the skeleton. But he was already within the tree line, running far away from the centre of the arena.

Now that he thought about it, he should really be doing that too. Pushing himself away from the tree, he started running away from the centre as fast as he could. His feet slipped and tripped over the twigs, logs and tree roots that littered the forest floor like a maze.

He racked his brain as he ran, trying to remember if he'd seen any of the other tributes running this way. The only one he could remember seeing was that kid that Dream shot down without a second thought. He couldn't quite remember, but he thought that might have been one of the kids from District Nine. But he hadn't really got familiar with any faces yet, so it could have been anyone really.

After an hour of sprinting, rushed jogging and finally walking, Cross finally collapsed against a large oak tree, panting heavily and gasping down air. His head was spinning, soul beat pounding so loud in his chest that it made his ears ring. He let his back press against the rough bark of the tree and slung the rucksack Nightmare had given him off of his back and onto his lap.

With shaking hands he managed to untie the knot keeping the lid of the bag tight, his breathing slowly returning to its normal pace as he looked at what was inside.

He pulled out a long coil of black rope bundled up neatly and tied together with a bit of wire. That could be useful. Next he pulled out a roll of wire, a smile making its way across his face. He could make snares with this. Then a tightly packed lightweight sleeping bag came out, sending a little wave of relief through him. He wouldn't freeze to death tonight. A water bottle came out next, it's contents annoyingly dry. And finally laying at the bottom of the bag two shiny things caught his eyes. He slowly reached into the pack, the small smile on his face widening as he pulled out three shiny knives. It seems luck was on his side so far. What were the odds of getting a pack with just about everything helpful to him?

And then he thought, remembering how Nightmare had been the one to give it to him. It was a rushed and panicked affair, but had he actually checked the contents to see what was best for the smol? No, he couldn't have done that. That would have been like signing a death warrant. Oh let me just crouch down and search through all these packs while people are trying to murder me from every angle. Yeah, that couldn't be right.

Cross shook his head softly, looking up at the tree he was currently leant against. Sleeping on the ground would be too big of a risk, and he couldn't make a fire for warmth or anything. That would be a dead giveaway.

Instead the small skeleton grabbed the wire and left the pack by the tree, his eyes constantly darting around his surroundings at every single noise. Every tweet from a bird, every rustle in the bushes, every snap of a twig. Even if the sound came from him, it would make fear momentarily spike in his soul.

With gritted teeth, he started setting some snares, noticing the tiny footprints on the soil from what looked like a few birds and the occasional rabbit. He covered the wire with some leaves quickly, making a small X on the ground with some sticks to make sure he didn't forget the placement of his little trap.

Then he walked back over to the tree, flexing his fingers before fixing the rucksack onto his back once more and beginning to climb. He wasn't the best at tree climbing, his fingers and feet constantly slipping and making scrabble desperately for another hold before he fell and broke his back. After almost fifteen minuets of nerve wrecking climbing, he made it about half way up the tree to a large and wide branch that lied semi-flat. It was nowhere near parallel to the floor, but at this point it was the best he was going to get.

Carefully balancing on his knees, he hooked the pack over a small out hanging branch, looping one of the straps over it and praying it wouldn't snap. Luckily, it didn't. Yet. Then he pulled out the long reel of rope and the sleeping bag.

Around him, the forest was getting darker already, the probably artificial sun dipping behind the tree line as the moon slowly came into view. Most of the birds were going silent, settling in their trees to roost, while the others only just started emerging.

He slowly edged his way into the sleeping bag, almost having a heart attack whenever the tree so much as wobbled. But eventually his bottom half was in, stretched out across the branch while his top half was pressed against the tree's main body. He bit his lip, slowly tying himself to the tree with his rope so he wouldn't fall off. Hopefully.

By the time he was finished the sky above him was completely black, the twinkle of little stars and the light of the moon casting down through the tree leaves and onto the forest floor below.

Cross sighed softly and hugged himself tightly, a few shivers rippling through his body. He couldn't help but wonder what Nightmare was doing right now. Whether he was huddled under an overhang, risking a fire by a tree, sat up a tree like him or not even settling down, planning to kill all the unsuspecting little campers while they slept.

But then his thoughts of Nightmare's whereabouts was interrupted suddenly as the sound of the Hunger Games anthem started playing and a projection appeared in the sky.

It read: The Fallen

Cross sat up a bit straighter, looking in anticipation to see who had met an unlucky fate.

Fell from District Three
The girl from District Four
One of the boys from District Eight
Both from District Nine
And Sci from District Ten

"Six dead..." Cross muttered under his breath, having counted with his fingers. He was immensely relieved to see that Nightmare's name wasn't up there. And also relieved that Blue's hadn't popped up.

And he hoped that their names wouldn't come up for a long time to come.

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1,714 words yey

And I know there wasn't many deaths but they all happen later I swear-

Sjxhsjjsjxhxjd first day in the arena uwu

Sorry about Scifell lmao I needed to kill some people off :'D

Mmmmdjxhxgshzhxghs prepare for more deaths later uwu

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-Jess-