A funny thing happened on the way to the Cornucopia
KATNISS
Katniss bolted towards a bright orange backpack. Another red-shirted boy, from district 9, struggled for it but started coughing up blood. A dagger stuck out of his back and Clove, from district 2, wielded similar knives. Then she saw Thresh use a cool tactical move: he slid under the sword wielded by a boy from district 4, then he grabbed a sickle, slashed across his chest, and grabbed a bag of weapons. Cato slashed both tributes from district 6 close to in half with a longsword. She then was snapped out of her focus by a distant rumble. Then everybody stopped. Clove walked over.
"Is that….music?" she muttered.
Then all hell broke loose.
RED TEAM
The Puma soared over the hill, its non-ending mariachi music blaring.
"Yahoo! Suck it blues!" yelled Sarge as he blasted a boy with the number 8 on his back. Suddenly, a shell sped straight through the lines. It exploded by boys (wearing the number 7) and a girl (wearing 10 and 7).
"Caboose! One of those people was our reinforcements!"
"Not my fault. Somebody put their bodies in my way."
Simmons fired the turret and a girl about 14 years old fell. He yelled "Suck it Red! Oops! I mean Blue!" 'God, I have to start remembering that I'm back to red now.' He spotted the pretty girl he had noticed. She wielded a bow and arrows; she also wore a shirt embroidered with a kitten with spikes. He was about to mention something to Sarge when he noticed Caboose noticing as well. He heard Sarge mutter "Oh son of a…"
"A kitten with spikes? That…makes…me…..ANGRY!" said Caboose, his voice starting to rise. His voice grew deeper, his visor growing darker, and he zeroed in on the girl. "My name is Michael J. Caboose and I love babies!" He ran up to the girl and punched her in the gut. She flew back about 20 feet, then hit the Puma. Simmons grabbed her and pulled her into the back of the Puma. "Are you OK?" asked Simmons. She replied "Yes, but that blue guy needs to take some chill strips. You know, the ones that dissolve on your tongue…"
"Are you related to Vic?"
"Who? Vic Everdeen? Sounds like a surfer, thinks he's hip…"
"That sounds about right."
Sheila took this time to shoot a shell straight at them. They dodged but were up in time to see Caboose break somebody's head. A boy with the number 5 on his back. Simmons and the girl rounded up the surviving Reds. Sarge walked up and down the line with his shotgun, eyeing his new recruits.
"Why are you here? This is an arena that's supposed to be empty!" interrupted a blond haired girl. Sarge sighed and replied "Well it's obviously not, missy."
They started walking back to red base, and Simmons stared at the girl, the whole time.
MEANWHILE…
"What do you think?" said a purple armored man, who then said in a lighter voice "Why would you ask?"
"Obviously, they will make easy henchmen" said another man in a comical British accent. "What about you?"
The last man growled something unintelligible.
"Excellent point, friend." said the deep voice in the purple armor. They turned around and walked into the caves.
