A/N: Hey guys, TheShydraMC here. Just to give a quick update on this fanfic so that you don't get confused the setting for this is the Hunger Games arena similar to that in the first book/movie, so I have the cornucopia set up to start the tributes off with realistic weapons, not the wooden and stone ones that Minecraft has. Also, Jerome is not a fluffy bacca, he is human. I always like picturing the two like they do in real life when reading other fanfics so I figured I would write it that way for my own fic. Oh, and whenever it shows the names of the tributes I decided to have a little fun with them, so comment saying how you think I came up with them. Enjoy!
It's their 500th Hunger Games and they're as hyped as they could ever be.
"LEZZZGO!" Jerome yells to his buddy.
"Let's do this!" Mitch yells back.
All the tributes get into position to run for the cornucopia as the clock begins its ten second countdown.
10...Jerome and Mitch look around at the other tributes, seeing a few tributes they've played against before.
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7...Jerome and Mitch make eye contact, silently understanding the others meaning; be careful and see you in a few minutes.
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3...All of the tributes look at the cornucopia, preparing to run faster than they ever have before.
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1…
Go!
All the tributes dash forward from their platforms, trying to be the first to get their weapon of choice and anything else the cornucopia has to offer.
Mitch is one of the first ones there and quickly grabs Jerome an iron axe before he grabs an iron sword for himself. Looking around he takes in the sight. There's already blood everywhere. One girl, who he recognized as Ash Purdy, had already reached the cornucopia as well and had grabbed a dagger from the mix of weapons and other items. He watched her weave her way through the other tributes with expert precision, taking down any who stood in her path, almost as if she was tracking someone specific. Mitch follows her gaze and feels his heart drop. Her next target is Jerome.
Ash was too close for comfort now. Mitch runs down the hill toward Jerome with his sword in his right hand and Jerome's iron axe in his left.
He ran faster than he had earlier trying to get to the cornucopia, but it wasn't fast enough. Ash threw her dagger and it hit Jerome in his right thigh, sinking to the cross-guard in his flesh.
He fell with a loud yelp, holding onto his leg as his blood flows out of him at an alarming rate. He lays there as Ash stands over him and pulls her dagger free from his leg. They look at each other for a few seconds before Ash raises the knife preparing to strike Jerome down...until a sword appears in her side.
She jumps to the side, holding onto the stab wound in her ribs as Mitch stands protectively over Jerome, glaring at her with as much hatred and intensity as he can muster.
She receives his hint and runs off into the forest as fast as her wounded body can carry her.
Mitch quickly places the sword in the sheath at his belt and the axe on the ground as he kneels next to Jerome.
"Jerome?" Mitch says, his voice quivering a little. "Are you okay?"
Jerome hesitates to answer, holding onto his leg to try to stop the bleeding. "It really hurts Mitch. Do you think there's anything to wrap around it in the cornucopia?"
Mitch turns around to look at the bloody hill the cornucopia now sat on. "Maybe. Let's go see."
He hands Jerome his axe then picks him up and drapes him over his shoulders, carrying him to the cornucopia and setting him against its golden walls.
"Sit here and relax, but warn me if someone is coming while I search. Okay Jerome?"
Jerome nods. "Okay biggums."
Mitch searches through the entire cornucopia, even checking the dead bodies inside and around it, and the only thing he could find was a little gauze that he can wrap around the wound. Running back to Jerome he kneels down by him and looks into his eyes.
"How you holding up?"
Jerome looks at him a little too slowly, his face pale and sweat forming on his brow. "I'm okay Mitch, really. Let's just hurry out of here."
Mitch nods, agreeing with his friend. He rolls Jerome's pant leg up as gently as he can, but still receives a few gasps of pain from his friend. Slowly and carefully he wraps the gauze around Jerome's leg, the blood already soaking through the material as Mitch finishes wrapping it.
Jerome sighs and lays his head back against the wall. "Thanks Mitch."
"You're welcome." Mitch looks around for a second, studying their surroundings and checking to see if anyone is near. "Let's just stay here for the night."
Jerome looks at him a little surprised. "Are you sure biggums?"
"Yeah. It's a good spot. We're high enough that I'd have an advantage with this bow I found, and we'd be able to see if anyone is coming. It also forms good protection for you so that I only have to worry about someone coming to get you from one direction."
Jerome thinks about what Mitch just said, agreeing that he has some good points. "Okay. You're right. It is a good spot."
Mitch smiles. "Go to sleep. I'll take the first watch."
Jerome nods. "Good night biggums." Jerome says as he lays down and closes his eyes.
"Good night…" Mitch watches Jerome as he lays down and his breathing slowly steadies as he falls into a deep sleep. I wish I could tell him. It's all I want. After a few minutes of staring into space, thinking about different things his mind drifts to Ash and the damage he dealt to her earlier in the game. I wonder what happened to her. She's probably dead by now.
Minutes later the Capital's Anthem comes on and shows the tributes that were killed that day.
District Three: Moe Jange
District Five: Marcus Pierston
District Seven: Reds Dustin
District Seven: Emmy Block
District Nine: Irene Golems
District Eleven: Blake Rodes
Mitch sighs as the sky again turns to night. So she survived that attack. The Games just became a lot more difficult.
A/N: Alright, that concludes Chapter 1. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Also, I'm sure I'll get a comment about it later, but I know that Ash Purdy is actually supposed to be AshPurdy (one word, not two) but for the sake of having a first and last name I made it into the two parts.
