The Ice Age Games

by mwang

So, sort of like a hunger games/ice age crossover, but nobody reads crossover fictions so that's why it's here. In a world much like that of Katniss Everdeen's and yet similar to that of the Ice Age franchise, what are the chances of 11 yr. old Peaches surviving the all too familiar Games? Follow her through heartbreak, fear, tragedy, and friendship as she struggles to survive.

4. Parade

Chapter four.

i don't own Ice Age. Copyright 20th century fox.

Keep in mind that I didn't really want to actually write a whole story so the chapters won't be as good as in my other...better...works...ummmmmmmmmm...actually scratch that. i dont want to write THIS story, but i have to because i really want to write a catching fire/ ice age CROSSOVER

I hope you enjoy besides that!

I don't think I worded that correctly but oh well. The Hunger games is owned by Suzanne Collins, not me!

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Peaches

My stylist is an expert. Ginger is a mastodon with style, and unlike previous years we are not fluffy cotton pieces but animals in clothes. Cotton clothes. For me, a shawl. I cannot even imagine how long it took our Town to pick this much cotton to make the article big enough to fit me, and tears spring into my eyes as my trunk runs over it. The fibers practically sing with memories of the cotton fields. Ginger dabs my eyes with a handkerchief, complaining I'll mess up the makeup he spent so long on, but I can tell he doesn't really mind and understands.

The makeup on us is similar, but different. For the girls, it is mostly pinks, but for all of us, our stylists have aimed to give us a rough look, like we had been working in the fields. I look so different in the ice mirror. My face, which I'll admit I had, once or twice, worried that it was too fat, looks elegant in a childish way. At least to me it does. To everyone else it probably looks like a face of a kid who is dirty but somehow pretty.

And then we are in the chariots propelled by steam, some fancy invention that Jeremy simply adored. I am told to smile and look happy and carefree, which given the circumstances, requires acting skills.

I think it's working, though, because the crowd is cheering so loudly it hurts my ears.

"I wish I could kill them all," I overhear the feminine feline from One say afterward. "Murder them, like they do to us." I shiver and stick with the other girl from Ten. She talks a lot, about the lights and how they hurt her eyes and how the makeup is absolutely terrible on the Offerings from Five and wow did I see the costumes on some of those kids because they were absolutely preposterous. I listen with one ear because I know I should enjoy her friendliness while it lasts because soon we will all be dead, but she is kind of annoying.

Her incessant yabbering lulls me to sleep, like Sid's. Oh, uncle Sidney how I miss you, I miss you all so much it hurts.

And I will never see you again.