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Unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own.
"Calm down, Stiles," the boy ignored the soothing tones as he tried to stem the blood flow. His hands were painted a crimson red as he continued to press them against Derek's wound. 'It shouldn't be bleeding this much' he though, panicked.
Derek grabbed the boy's hands and held them still whilst blood seeped onto the floor of the arena. "What are you doing? You'll die!" Stiles shrieked, fighting the elder tributes strong grip. He was surprised at the amount of strength Derek was exhibiting looking at how much blood he had lost.
He noticed that Derek's eyes were starting intently at his own shoulder. Only when he looked down did he remember the wound Allison had inficted on him. The adrenelin pumping through his veins must have masked the pain. The district 7 tribute saw now that it was also bleeding profusely. No wonder Derek seemed so strong, he was equally as weak.
"One of us has to," Derek supplies after a lengthy silence, it took the other boy a moment to realise it was in reference to his earlier statement.
Derek slowly releasd the young man's hands in favour of craddling his face. Blood was everywhere but they didn't care. There isn't enough time to care.
Derek continued speaking, "It doesn't have to be you." Stiles was shocked by the thought. In his wildest dreams he couldn't imagine himself surviving the games, the day his name was picked at the reaping might as well have been his death sentance. It had ensured he wouldn't live to see another year.
The pleading look in Stiles eyes was met with cold steel in Derek's. He stopped himself from trying to save Derek one more time and spared a glance at his own wound. Days worth of dirt would have entered it by now, infection was immenant.
The boy chuckled as did Derek. The thought seemed obscene in these games.
When his eyesight started to blur around the edges he looked up and was bombarded by the sight of dead bodies surrounding him. He supposed that he and Derek were too close for the hovercraft to come and dispose of them.
Turning his head he was met by the glassy, vacant stared of Allison's lifeless eyes. Derek briefly squeezed his uninjured shoulder even though Stiles could feel the effort the action took.
Meeting his gaze, Stiles was reminded of an earlier conversation he had with his district partner;
"Two people are left in the games, they're forced to face each other so that one of them can go home" 'neither of them fight.'
He closes his eyes and leans his forward against Derek's and waits. Either for the darkness or the sound of a cannon blast.
I'm working through writer's block on my other story so I thought I'd write a Hunger Games AU. Hope you enjoyed Xx