So I have been obsessed with this idea for ages, tell me if its good. But because im a sucker for romance, im gonna have the rrbs in the story as well.
This is the full summary:
The world has become a battle field, and buttercup is one of the only single fighers. But what happened when she finally get caught by some very familiar faces.
Hunting games:
Buttercup POV:
I observed the horizon for signs of any other predators going after my prey. No-one, as usual. My hand swung back as I took my aim and stealthily I flicked my wrist and the silver dagger whipped through the air cutting it easily and stopped as it hit the target. A dull thud and the deer was down. I was at the spot in a second and I hauled it up and into my camp.
You learn to capture any food as soon as possible. Years ago the world had disintegrated and ,now there was only 2 things you could do to survive. 1. Find a pack, stay with it. Or 2. Learn to survive on your own. But somehow the packs had evolved into some kind of worldwide high school status quoe. I actually had my sisters beside me, but they had been captured by a higher up pack and now I was on my own. And to be honest, it was horrible, I hated it I wanted help I couldn't do it all on my own. But as high up as I was on the hunter list I couldn't show any weakness, oh yeah this is the hunter list:
Gun men
Archer
Knife throwers (me)
Snipers
Hand to hand combats
Captors
Spear throwers
The rest are either in packs and don't hunt, or they hide and mooch of the actual hunters. This really sucked because when they see my camp, and then me, they think im scared and useless so they make a move on me, because even after everything the years had been really good to me. My hair was down to me elbows and naturally wavey. My eyes had gotten a lot brighter, and I was freakishly thin.
I was preparing the deer for cooking and setting up the cover because it was going to rain, when my precariously trained ears picked up a snap, and I acted instinctively, I subtly grabbed my large knife stash, the bag of dried fruit, and the highly compacted bag including, a sleeping bag, a pillow and a second sleeping bag just in case. And then I sprinted for my life, just as it started to rain. Darting through the thin trees as the pellets of water assaulted my face. I was right I could her people running after me, there was about 4 maybe 5 of them. As I came to the dip between the two mountains I slide down and landed in a cove in the side of the mountain. Then they all jump down one by one and looked around furiously. I rose silently and grabbed 5 knives out and then flicked them, each in turn at the back of the people, not deep enough to kill them, but not to shallow that it would fall out right away, just postpone them, a lot. So much so that they would have to go back to the pack before they come back.
I started running again but didn't get far as the second fleet ascended down on me, I out ran them but it came at a very audible price, I slashed in the river and smacked the back of my head on a rock, and it started bleeding, but I couldn't stop, and I staggered up and ran deeper into the forest, but those fuckers still chased me. They had an archer and the arrow grazed my arm and it started bleeding.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! WE NEED HER ALIVE!" that voice…
I couldn't risk looking behind me, but continued to duck behind the trees and weave through shrubbery. Shit when do they give up. I know I can't keep running, so the only thing I can do now is to fight until I cant fight any more. I spun around, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness. 3 figures behind far left tree behind a rock. 2 shapes crouching on the ground. And the last one was the closest to me eyes flashing. Suddenly my hand was filled with silver pieces of superbly sharpened metal. I flicked them at the 2 on the ground and shrieks were heard, followed by groans of pain from the 3 behind the tree, I had one left to go. I flipped the knife around and set me eyes on, nothing? Where did he go? Suddenly my hand was being held captive and the knives were forced out of my hand, along with my bags. I kicked and flipped the captor but he would let go, the others were arising and coming to punch me. And finally, I gave up. It had been 3 years, so I had been lucky.
"It took three of our best fleets to take you down, that's never happened before" the man who I understood to be the leader spoke.
But if they think im going to give up fighting they have a major fucking surprise coming for them.
This was not the end.
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Hope you like it!
