The cannon fired. Mabel's pale, thin body hit the ground. Choked cries from brother and boyfriend were made. This is Survival Games. Dipper and Bodil stepped away from her body and bumped into eachother. Dipper spun instantly as if he was on edge and pointed the blunt knife tip at the latter's neck. Bodil put both his hands up. He wanted to die. He'd seen his beloved die already, but Dipper's shoulders relaxed and he with drawled his threat. "I'm on your side," Dipper whispered. Oh, what good would that do. Sky's arrow flew in the air like a bullet and impaled his chest. Blood spewed from the wound and spattered Bodil's pale face. Boom. Another human life taken out by Sky, as if the lives were just obstacles in his way. He just took them out to his liking. Bodil and Sky met face to face. A long held vengeance could end right here. Yea, bet Sky has been just dying to put a painful end to his rival. The brunette killer raised his knife. Sleek and sharp with a stable handle. Mist was ready to intercept she grabbed his pressure point and gripped it as hard as she could. The latter stumbled but stood his ground and drew a disgusting blood-caked steel sword from its sheath. He sunk it deep into her stomach and discarded her like an old ragdoll. He turned back to Bodil but felt a hand grasp his knife. Flutters punctured his lung without any hestitation. The brunette's body slumped over the blade and she shook him off ruthlessly. "Thank you fo-" Bodil started to thank her but stopped. She had sloppily sliced a gash in his neck and instantly eliminated him. She was driven by the lust to win. Win. She wanted to win. She needed to win. Her lips curled into an insane grin. Her faded aqua blue eyes shook and shone from glaze. Why wasn't she lifted into her helicopter yet? She turned and her smile half faded. Her lover on the ground with that sword stuck there. She was suffering. She kneeled by the injured red head and held the sword hilt like she was going to ease it out. "Th...thank you. But only one of us can win you know that..." Mist managed, her face was left emotionless. "I know," Flutters replied, smiling warmly, "Only one. I love you... please forgive me for this." Grabbing hold of the handle she twisted the blade, inhaling the shrieks of pain coming from the latter. Mist's scream was loud and she arched her back painfully. Her bloody hands trying to pull the other away. Was the audience enjoying this? Sick. Flutters pressed her hands over the other's mouth, cutting off the air. Mist struggled hard, moving around and pulling at Flutts' hair. Eventually, it was over. Flutters pulled herself onto the grass, running two hands through her hair and turning it a dark, unpleasant shade. She won, she got what she wanted, but she hated it. Every bit of the cheering and applause. She coughed and laughed, on her hands and knees in the grass. It's unforgivable. She held the knife shakily at her neck with her other arm holding her up. She took a last glance at the celebration for it being over. "I'll see you all in hell." she murmured. She dragged the blade across her neck, leaving a gushing red trail in its wake. Her body slumped into the grass, a pool of sickening red spreading. Blades of green grass degraded to gruesome red. Happy fucking Hunger Games, may the odds be never in your favor.