Forest Fire Escape-The Hunger Games (wolf version)I wake from den with a loud boom. It sounded like thunder, but in reality seems like an explosion went off. I was right, and explosion happened not only 50 feet from the den I slept the night to hide from Cato and Clove, along with their pack. Smoke begins to emerge from all directions, and begins to engulf the cave room.
My eyes burn as I grab the knife I've been carrying with me since the Hunger Games began. I escape and to see the meadow around me being engulfed in flames. The fire spreads quickly before I have a moment to think. Whatever I think, it says, "Run!" Immediatly I take off away from the cave as the fire follows my trail behind me. The fear of being burned to death, failing my five month survival, failing my own pack, allowing Cato to claim more lives is unbearable to think.
Trees being to collapse to my sides making it nearly impossible to escape by turning, not unless I have strong leg power. Which I don't. Another tree falls directly behind me, causing fear to race up
Run Free-The Hunger Games (wolf version)The night had begin to dawn. I'm nearly asleep when I hear tappin of arrows against arrows. I look down to see the Glimmer tapping them together slightly. Trying not to awake the others, but to keep me awake. I wanted to scream down, "Shut up!" I place my paw over my mouth. I didn't want to scream that out. Thinking I just awoke the others. Some just stirred, none awoke.Run Free-The Hunger Games (wolf version)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She grins at me, but slides them back into the shaft and lies down to sleep. Finally, I can sleep. The spear, still lodged in the branch, I feel great to know I have a weapon now. I could kill off every one of them, only if I had more. I see the smaller spears laying by the other wolf near Glimmer. He must be using them. Not knowing if they were up here, right now they would be twitching or dead.
I rest my head on the branch, hoping to finally rest. Not until I hear a small voice.
"pst, pst" I look up to the branches ahead of me.
Here to save my life, again. If she is, I don't know how I'm suppose to re
A Death Sentence-The Hunger Games (wolf version)Two wolves hold each of everyone back, waiting for the countdown to release us to our death. While we all wait, I look around to Peeta, the white wolf, like myself, that I wish to be an ally, but he wouldn't be too interested. By the way, he wouldn't believe me, not after I nearly attacked him. But we are the only white wolves here. We both have the bright yellow eyes to seem scary to others, and sharp fangs, but all the wolves have that. He looks back at me, he doesn't say anything, just shakes his head, maybe meaning not to go for any spears. Everyone waits in their wolf form as the clock counts down from 10,A Death Sentence-The Hunger Games (wolf version)3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I shut my eyes for the last time, maybe.
Both wolves vanish into plain sight, 11 wolves fly towards the spears, 10 humans do the same. I only see 2, the black-faced, and Rue turn straight around head towards the forest. I hesitate to move, but I see another grey wolf grab a spear in her jaws and reveals a small knife laying 10 feet away. No one seems to be look
6 - FOUNDI get to work. There's more than enough mud and foliage to do the job. I tell myself I'm not allowed to rest until I'm completely hidden from view. It takes me a while, but gradually I begin to disappear. I smear dirt and mud all over my clothes and smudge it on my skin. I entwine reeds and grass in my hair. I bury myself in everything I can find until I feel I've melted right into the bank and become part of it. No one should be able to see me now.6 - FOUND3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm so tired . . . My eyelids are slowly sinking shut and before I know it, I've fallen asleep.
I feel worse when I wake up a few hours later. Something else is very wrong with me. My head feels thick. And . . . feverish. I'm sick. My leg is throbbing badly. I will not be able to search for Katniss anymore. There is absolutely no way. Even if I could get out of this prison of weeds I've put myself into, I just don't have the strength. My only hope of seeing her again is if she finds me before I die.
Honestly, she is the only thi
5 - HIDDENWhen I wake up for the third time, I know that my condition has worsened. I feel muddy-headed. The sharp, searing pain of yesterday has now dulled to a deep, intense, throbbing ache that I think might be worse. My face is covered in a cold sweat. My tongue feels like a wad of cotton in my mouth. Water . . . I still have to find water. And Katniss. Finding her is more important.5 - HIDDEN3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I pry my eyes open, which takes a surprising amount of effort. The brilliance of the sunlight sends piercing pain through my temples. Gotta move . . .
I push myself up. Then I fall back down. I don't have the strength for this. I can't do it. I can't. I'm going to die here in these woods. I'm sorry, Katniss, I say to her in my mind. I failed you. I'm sorry.
And then, suddenly, I hear Haymitch's voice growling in my head. Don't be a wimp, boy. You really like her that much? Then stop being such a wuss and stay alive.
I grit my teeth. He's right, of course. I close my eyes and try to work up t
Cato's FarewellI can't stop thinking of her. How is it that I never told her? Now, though, it's too late. Holding her in my arms, I stare into her dead eyes and blink away the burning feeling in my own. If only I were the dead one. I volunteered to come here for her just as much as the glory and yet I never told her. Never told her how much she meant to me.Cato's Farewell3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cannon's already fired though. It fired before I reached her and it was my name that she last uttered. My name she screamed through the field. And, as I came over the top of the hill, I saw her lips whisper it silently before the light left her beautiful dark eyes. Oh and I never told her!
"Clove." I whisper, bringing my face close to her. Then, more loudly, "Clove, please, Clove!" a tear rolls from my face onto her cheek and I pull her closer to me, rocking back and forth. "Please, Clove, oh please!" my shoulders start to tremble as I fight back the sorrow. How did I let this happen? How? After the change in the rules too. She and I could hav
Clove and Cato win- Foxface diesKatniss gasps. Cato turns, looking at Katniss for the first time, letting go of Thresh's dead body. I smile as Thresh's body lands on the floor with a heavy thud . Then Thresh's cannon goes off. His eyes are lifeless, and blood spills from the gap in his neck. It leaks off his neck, and onto the hard-packed floor, caking our muddy boots in it. Cato smiles at Katniss, a cruel, mean smile, "What, Fire Girl? Never seen someone die before?"Clove and Cato win- Foxface dies3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Katniss opens her mouth in protest, "I― I have. Clove almost―"
I cut her off, "You think he doesn't know that? I could have perfectly killed you. It would have been the second kill, in five minutes," I smile, twirling the knife between my fingers, "that bag belonged to me." I get mad. I lost that kill, and I'm not going to lose it again. She better not talk about it.
Katniss shuffles to get up, but Cato kicks her chest, leaving
Lovers' GameLovers' GamesLovers' Game3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Clove hadn't really spoken to Cato before they had been chosen as tributes.
Both had generally the same background both came from privileged families, both were trained relentlessly from the day of their birth to prepare for the Hunger Games if they were ever picked, both went to the finest school in their District. If they were going to die, they were going to die with a fight that all would witness and remember.
She remembers acknowledging the boy, but never paying him too much attention, at first. He was snarky and clever, but never was he ever cruel, just disrespectful, until they got into the Games, that is. He would get top grades, and all the girls in the school would fawn over him. He would flit in between girls, but he never really held on to one. Clove would laugh at the girls he dumped at their stupidity at thinking they'd be able to hold him down. Clove could tell that he was a free, reckless soul he did what he wanted, when he wanted,
SoonI'm too proud to ever admit it, but when the announcement came that two tributes from the same district could win I almost jumped for joy.Soon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was all her fault of course. I'm not exactly sure when and how, but one way or another that sadistic, murderous little girl no. woman - managed to worm her way into my as yet untouched heart. But now we will never be able to have the future we could no should have had. Thanks to him, thanks to that bastard from that stupid, insignificant agriculture district. But who was I kidding? Her death was all my fault.
I should never have let her go alone. Never. But she begged so hard to kill that irrelevant chit of a girl from district 12, I just couldn't say know. She wanted so desperately to give the Capitol and her family a show, just like she had been trained to do.
It was a good plan, she would take out 12, while I stayed back and killed that 11 brute. But I misjudged the situation, grew cocky. Everyone always told me
4 - STRUGGLEThere's a booming sound. It's muffled and faint, but I can hear it. It sounds like thunder. I wonder if there's a storm coming. No matter, I can just stay in bed. I'm safe and warm in my house. Then I remember that my mother will be coming for me if I don't get up soon. I've got to put fresh loaves in the oven. If I don't . . . the consequences will be dire.4 - STRUGGLE3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Slowly, I force my eyes open and have to squint at the bright light. Light? That doesn't make any sense. It's storming. I try to blink my eyes into focus and see a blurry tangle of tree boughs above me. But...that can't be right. I'm supposed to be---
Suddenly the breath is sucked right out of my lungs. I'm not at home. I'm in...
Oh, crap. The arena. The thunder must've been a cannon. Suddenly the memories of all that's happened come flooding back into my mind, hitting me with the force of a freight train, and I don't even consider who it was that just died. I can still hear the sound of Cato's sword tearing through my leg and I th
Defeating DarknessThe eon pokemon that claims she's my sister just shielded me from an attack? My creator attacked me? What is going on?Defeating Darkness3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After a couple days of being under Darkrai's control, Latios's orriginal spirit is being drained away. By nightfall, he'll remain like this forever. However, Darkrai had planned to fire a strong attack move on him. It would've succeded, but Latias sheilded him. Collapsed. And hasn't moved since.
My eyes widen at the sight of her. Her back wings have been bruised and blood dripped from the one wing that was perched up. Soon, she was lying in a pool of blood. And remained motionless. I hear screeches of her friends, all crying, even the injured were back on their feets making racket and sheading tears.
Then, Arceus rises, still scarred from the attack, but raises his head and releases a sooting sound to everyone. All their eyes open and turn towards me. I even see Dialga and Palkia up too. They're sheding some tears as well. Uxie and Azelf layed dying but stairing in thi
3 - CRIPPLEDCato has the back of my shirt before I can even turn around. "Where d'ya thing you're going?" he hisses in my ear. He's so close to my face that I can smell his breath. It smells very, very foul.3 - CRIPPLED3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Let go of me," I mutter under my breath, struggling to keep my voice under control. My heart is pounding so hard inside my chest it's almost painful. I hope he can't hear it.
"Not until you tell me what you thought you were doing back there."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I'm stalling, I know, but I cannot put Katniss in any more danger.
"You know exactly what he's talking about," Clove says, coming around to stand by Cato. She stumbles a bit as she walks. Cato's movements seem wobbly too. They must also still be getting over the effects of the venom. "You let her get away on purpose."
The rest of the Careers are here, too. I see can see Marvel from the corner of my eye, and behind him are the boy from District Three, and even the boy from Ten with the bad leg. Great. Now e
Clove gets it Thresh picked up Clove by her foot. He slammed her hard on the ground, she groaned in agony as the force sent jolts of pain through her back. He looked down at her as Katniss watched the whole thing from the side.Clove gets it2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"You kill her?!" he yelled, making Clove cringe, before she could respond he raised the rock above his head.
"No! Cato!" she yelled back, but now at this moment she was helpless. Thresh had the upper hand and being the only one else there, Katniss was most certainly not going to try and stop him. Thresh stepped closer to Clove and as he prepared to strike.
"Are you scared?" he said without yelling. Clove looked at him confused, but hopefully he started to feel a bit mercy for her.
"Yes" she said crossing her fingers.
"Well you shouldn't be... because you're on Scare Tactics" he put down the rock as camera crews appeared from behind the cornucopia and from the out rim of the bushes.
"Oh my God" Clove said putting her hands to her face, flushed red with embarrassmen
10 Years Later10 Years LaterA Hunger Games Fan Fiction Chapter 110 Years Later4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My eyelashes flutter open through the haze of nightmares that sleep brings.
Nightmares? What am I talking about, nightmares? There were certainly no nightmares last night. First time I slept well in days.
"Well, someone's awake."
I sit up, finding a smug Haymitch smirking at me in the doorway.
"What in the world are you doing here?"
"And good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty. In case you forgot, today's the day.
" That's right, Katniss, the day." Says a different voice.
Now Peeta has appeared at the doorway as well. Great. I'm being double-ambushed.
"Good morning to you too, Peeta."
He laughs, and I feel better. It's just the way Peeta's laugh influences me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and get up, heading towards the breakfast table, but Peeta's arm stops me, his face serious.
" You can't tell Junie."
" Today we are going to the Capitol, remember? To have that m
Meeting The Most WantedMeeting The Most Wanted3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Marvel woke me up a few hours later. The sun was rising up slowly and I was just in time to see its first rays light up the forest. It looked amazing. The others were still asleep, me and Marvel being the only ones awake. I could tell he only woke me up to show me this. I would have gotten angry, and at first I did, but then I was grateful. I had seen a lot of sunrises back in District 2, but this was different. I felt like it was real. Pure nature. I knew I was wrong, of course. But I still found it beautiful in a deadly way. And fascinating at the same time.
"What is it?" I heard Cato mumble lazily and I turned my head with confusion. I saw Glimmer, wide awake with eyes as wide as the sun itself, poking Cato next to her and pointing at the beautiful scenery. I turned my head with disgust, feeling the rage inside of me, but the warmth of the new day made it go away and I could enjoy this once again. I looked around with amazement, only to see everyt
Hunting Kyurem chapter 1They say Kyurem was a monster. How he would capture people and pokemon and eat them in darkness. One of the most powerful legends of all time. Just like Zekrom and Reshiram.Hunting Kyurem chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But inspite of that, why am I so driven to find him? The Braviary spoke to himself as closing his eyes and black out. As the snow continued to fall.
A voice continues to ring in my head. It says,
"Search, search for Kyurem."
............................Earlier that year.............................................
"Come on Rufflet!" my trainer commands me. As I follow as quick as my little legs can carry, I rush to, once again, snuggle up with my best friend, in front of the fire, and to watch the snow fall to the icy ground. I enjoyed it.
We approach the house that belonged to Karen, my trainer. I was always allowed to run through, hop on furniture, and make a nest out of anything I can find. But I keep myself at a limit.
I'm always in for adventure and long journies. Sometimes Karen would tell me,
"Let me tell yo
Tracker Jacker NestTracker Jacker Nest3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My dreams weren't pleasant. I had never dreamed about the arena, but the images that flashed through my head were more violent than I expected they could be and I'm surprised to say I was afraid. It was rare for me to dream something so troubling, but I felt that something was wrong. Again. It was a common thing in the arena, but not for me. Or for us. We weren't afraid of anything. Nothing could get in our way. But it seemed like the arena would always find a way to tell us other wise. I was being chased in my dreams. I would never run away from an enemy, but that time I was. I couldn't run away, but I couldn't win the fight as well. It wasn't until I heard a scream that I woke up and realized my dream was reality as well.
The tracker jackers nest shattered and the angry wasps began to fly around and sting us without any further thought. Our first reaction was to struggle, waving our arms around, kicking, trying anything just to get away from them.
ImpressiveClove grabbed a knife out of her vest and threw it at the target. She whipped around, grabbed another knife and threw it at the target next to it. She then retrieved two smaller knives hidden in her ponytail and threw them one after the other. All of this was done lightning-fast, and she turned around and gave Cato a snarky smile. His heart jumped a little, but he hid it well, flashing her an arrogant smile in return.Impressive3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"That was impressive," he said as she walked towards him, putting her knives back into their places.
"This is coming from the famous, unbeatable Cato Underwood," she drawled, looking at him with her piercing hazel eyes. "Should I bow down?"
"That would be nice," he said, nodding, and she grinned at him, and shook her head, all the while playing with one of her knives, twirling it and swirling it around her fingers.
"Yeah right, Cato. I don't bow down to anyone, in case you haven't noticed," she said, raising her eyebrows challengingly.
"What if I were to make you?"
Cato and KatnissWhat if Peeta had been killed by the careers on the first day? What if the rule was bended, and two tributes from different districts could win?Cato and Katniss3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Day Two. Peeta and many others are dead, I thought as I scurried among the trees, silent as a squirrel. All of the careers are still alive, and I will be their first victim of the day. Great, I thought miserably. That's okay. Maybe If I die, I can see Peeta again.
The boy with the bread.
The boy with the bread who was killed by ferocious, ruthless kids.
And for once, I actually couldn't wait until they killed me too.
Sure, there's always Prim to live for, but Gale would take care of her. Maybe I can watch over her better when I die. Maybe me being dead helps everyone.
But what about Gale? I ended up asking myself. What would he do when I died?
I relied on his family for that warmth and protected feeling. I relied on him to comfort me when I didn't kill the deer at once; as he relied on me as well.
Maybe he'll just fin
Clove and Cato win- Thresh dies5Clove and Cato win- Thresh dies3 years ago in Settings More Like This
As I run up to catch Katniss, I see that red-headed girl from District 5. I groan and tell myself to stop. She comes in right before Katniss does, taking her green pack with her. Katniss is shocked, I see. The Girl on Fire decides to make her next move and runs to grab her bag, before one of the Careers can come.
She's wrong. I run again, towards her, around the Cornucopia. I pull a knife from my jacket as I work my way towards Katniss. She sees me and tries to hit me with an arrow, so I swerve to the side and dodge it quickly. It hits my left arm, luckily I throw better with my right arm, so I pluck it off my arm and keep running. I'm angrier now. The arrows remind me of Glimmer. I throw a knife at her, but she tries to dodge, and it makes a cut on her forehead. I run, tackling her to the ground. Her eyes fill with worry. "Where's your boyfriend, District 12?" I ask. Katniss tries to shake me off, but I just hold her down harder. "Still hanging on?" I sneer.
The Hunger Gams- Clove's DeathI sit quietly, watching the Cornucopia, eyeing the four backpacks, marked with 2, 5, 11, and 12. I promised Cato I would keep my only eye for District 12 to come out. But she doesnt, inside the Cornucopia, darts the sly girl from District 5, snatches her bag and sprints towards the forest. Maybe she's the one Cato and I should be concerned about. Especially if she made it this far. Impressive. But I focus my attention back on the District 12 pack. I don't care if Thresh comes around and snatches his. Cato can handle him easily.The Hunger Gams- Clove's Death3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then I see my chance, Katniss leaps from the bushes, loading an arrow, and heading towards the mouth of the golden horn. I take off after her. As soon as she's just a few inches away from the table, I reach for my best throwing knife and threw it at her head, it only misses by a few inches, now she releases her arrow to me. It gets lodged only in my leg. My heart begins to race and I quickly remove the arrow, while she's loading another. As soon as it's out she
Cato's Revenge pt. 2I crash into the tall prairie wall. Immediately I feel like I am in a new arena. It's so quiet, hot, and seems even more dangerous. I slow my pace to a cautious walk. As far as I know Thresh is the only tribute who has set foot in the vast field, but I haven't been able to track the girl from district five, Rosen, so I have to watch for her as well, though I wouldn't think she would risk being outside the protection of the thick forest.Cato's Revenge pt. 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I have no idea where to start until I notice the slight bend in the tall wheat stalks implying Thresh has been here. This is my best chance.
Several hours into traveling through the colored grasses I start finally wondering what the tall plants around me are. I assumed they were types of wheat and grass, but after seeing the soft pink, blue, and lavender shades and the odd height and shapes I start questioning myself. Maybe even the things I thought were innocent are dangerous.
My pace slows dramatically against my wishes. The thirst and starvation is r
Hunger Games Deaths: Thresh"You Monster!" The last standing Career shouts. "You killed her! You killed Clove!"Hunger Games Deaths: Thresh3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah? She was talking about the little girl!" I shout, it's not much defense but it will have to do.
"You think that's an excuse?" He shouts.
"What are you gonna do about it, Cato?" I ask. "She's dead and the armor won't help her now. If only she thought to check the packs before trying to kill District 12, her skull might not have been as, what's the word? Dented."
Cato is mad; he glares at me then pulls the weapon. I'm unprepared and he stabs my gut and I'm on the ground. "That's for Clove." He shouts. Cato takes my pack, but finds it empty so he tosses it. He takes his own pack and runs off, but he drops the helmet on the way.
A fast death? That's all I want. But I don't get it. No, I lie there in a pool of blood and wait for myself to bleed out. Soon, it's raining and thunder is booming loudly.
Will anyone hear my cannon? Will anyone know I'm dead? They will when they see my picture in the sky. The
Cato and Cloves Games. AU.74th Annual Hunger games.Cato and Cloves Games. AU.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I looked over to the group of seventeen year old girls. My blue eyes scanning to meet bright brown eyes. Clove. She looks me dead in the eyes and looks away. I don't care how tough everyone thinks she is. She had a innocence to her, maybe I only knew, and was easily frightened. She was short, but despite that physically strong, with the will to strike at any moment, and she never misses,and despite all of that she's still an emotional wreck.
I searched her small frame for any signs of fear. She was slightly trembling. Even from here I could notice. She fidgets with her long cloack hair that is put up in a long ponytail, and slung oer her shoulder. Her thin fingers brush through it again and again as me and her both pay no attention to the annual video played every hunger games, to remind us of out flaws seventy-four years ago today.
Clove then looks down at her belly. It pokes out a little, for being eight months pregnant, her belly is stilltiny. D