Chapter 2: The Bloodbath
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros. or The Hunger Games.
Sonic rose into the arena and let out a gasp.
The entire arena was dark, cold blue water, with mist hanging over. Fifty yards in front of him was a floating industrial platform floating above the lake. The shore was three hundred yards behind him. On this industrial platform was the good stuff. There were backpacks, Pokeballs, umbrellas, Beam Swords, and Super Scopes. The Cornucopia was really a seven-foot gray wall with a hole cut in with the weapons. The island was probably about twenty yards in diameter.
Behind Sonic was a rocky beach, not unlike those found in Maine. Then, a mile bushes, and woods behind them, for a good five miles until mountains were reached. Then, there was the force field barrier. That was the whole arena. The woods looked pretty dense, and before Sonic could think any more about his strategy the gong rang out.
Bowser jumped in, making sure to do as much as possible to reach the platform first. But it wasn't working. He was placed between Captain Falcon and Yoshi, both of whom were far faster swimmers than he was. Bowser hated swimming, but he could do it. Still, though, by the time he climbed onto the platform, he was absolutely defenseless against Yoshi's sword. It stabbed into his side, and, despite trying to recover, Bowser was unable to. He toppled back, with an open wound. In fact, the bone was peeking out. Then, Yoshi swiped once more, and Bowser's skin fell off, leaving the Koopa King's skeleton floating in the murky water.
On the other side of the horn, Luigi and Marth were grappling for a small green backpack that probably didn't contain that much at all. Marth leaned in and struck Luigi in the heart. Mario jumped into the water, still cradling his younger brother's dead body. This was a strategically questionable move, as that was the only thing he had made out with. From a distance, Marth could see Kirby, Lucario, and Ness swimming back to shore. They hadn't even tried to get anything. All they wanted was to survive the first day. That was a complete lack of honor.
Link was dueling Wolf O'Donnell. It was sword versus blaster, and the elf boy was overcoming the wolf. Twenty feet away, Fox McCloud, having grabbed a small purple backpack, jumped into the water in preparation for the long swim that lay ahead. As Link struck Wolf with the killing blow, he felt his younger brother, Toon Link, literally stab him in the back. Link tried to patch the wound, but it was a mistake to jump into the water. This lake was hypersaline, and, given that Link had a gaping wound on his back, it stung so badly that he started shaking. This allowed Snake to blow his head off with his grenade.
Fifteen minutes after the gong had rung out, many of the tributes had fled or died, but there were still eight Smashers duking it out: Yoshi, Samus, Pikachu, Jigglypuff, Pit, Mr. Game & Watch, Peach, and Toon Link. Pit dueled Peach, his crossbow striking her through the heart. Yoshi took this as a cue to flutter jump out of there. Pikachu and Jigglypuff appeared to be fighting together, as if in an alliance. They were going two-on-one against Samus Aran. The two Pokemon easily overcame the bounty hunter. Then Pikachu had an idea.
It had by now been a good half an hour, and Mario was still only slightly more than halfway to the shore. Pikachu's idea was to shock the water, which would instantly kill Mario. As he prepared to unleash a thunder attack, he felt a brush down his spine. Pikachu had just been stabbed. Toon Link. However, the electricity in the lake had killed Mario and Yoshi before Pikachu succumbed to his wound. It appeared that the remaining tributes surrounding the Cornucopia had banded together to take him out, due to being a threat. The remaining four tributes-Jigglypuff, Mr. Game & Watch, Pit, and Toon Link looked around at each other.
"Well, I guess this is ours, huh?", Pit asked them.
"Yes," the three of them said in unison. This would be the plurality alliance of the 78th Hunger Games.
The new alliance collected their favorite weapons from the Cornucopia. This took a while to decide. All four tributes took a large backpack that could hold pretty much anything from a flashlight to a water bottle to first aid supplies. They waited another half hour until the electricity had completely dissipated. They then shoved off into the lake and began paddling back towards the shore.
Meta Knight had taken half an hour to swim back to the shore with his backpack. He was, however, too far from the center to be affected by the electricity. It took him another hour to push through the mile-thick ring of bushes. When he reached a clearing in the woods, he looked inside his backpack. It was now about 1:45 PM, and he was hungry for lunch.
There really wasn't much in there. Meta Knight had gotten a loaf of French bread, a one-liter bottle of water, and a flashlight. Despite his fighting prowess, he hadn't stayed for long, so he had to deal with it. He ate about a tenth of the bread and drank maybe a fourth of the water. He was that hungry. He decided to keep moving. The plurality alliance would be leaving soon. He knew that he had to be far, far away when that happened.