When in her favor
She could've fallen. But her run was firm. Levi was headed to the Cornucopia. He saw her upcoming assault but did not relent.
Huh. She thought. Expected.
She passed him, a couple of millimeters, and ducked. Her fingers closed over the pack's handle and she turned to run in the opposite direction, to the mountains.
The girl from 4 stood in her way.
The girl from 4 was a big one and a swift one as well. She had gone to the Cornucopia and back in 10 seconds straight which was an assumption but clearly one that she wouldn't deny because the girl from 4 already had an ax in one hand.
Which was more than enough proof for her.
Mikasa sped, dodging instinctively as the ax sizzled past her head. Landing a couple of inches away. The raven haired saw the other tribute clearly when turning. She had one hand grasping at the second ax, the one slung over her back, her position was dangerously close to the launching cylinders. After the start of the games, explosives are automatically fixed and when a person or even the merest of objects, even one that weighs no more than a leaf, would set the explosives off. It dawned on Mikasa in that moment. Suddenly, the idea of giving up the one possession she wouldn't completely regret loosing became appealing. Erwin would forgive her, he surely would. In that one instant, Mikasa tore the pin out of breast pocket and threw, it landed on the launching circle. Mikasa sprinted away.
Boom! One horrendous boom.
And the girl from 4 turned into a million limbs.
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Her first kill, she thought as she frantically scaled the forest way. The ones, who were still in the Cornucopia at the time of the explosion, took refuge within. She thought about Hannes, and his advice "Find water, some shelter and stay alive."
Food was covered. Trees would shelter her. The current issue was how to find water.
Troubled. After a few hours of aimless wandering, she took note of her vulnerable state. With no concealment and a severe case of dehydration, she was and easy target. Of course she had her ax (technically it was the girl from 4's) but putting up a good fight with a dry tongue and moist fingers was extremely uncomfortable.
The high trees blocked the sun rays. It was already dusk when Mikasa gave in to exhaustion and sitting on a high tree trunk she decided that she has aproximely scaled a good chunk of the mountain. Her fingers felt for the pack, slowly emptying it of its contents. An empty bottle of water (would it hurt to fill it?), a rope, a small knife and some dried fruits along with a sleeping bag. She fixed herself in the bag and fastened the rope around her waist, lest she falls during her slumber, 30 seconds afterwards and she was out like a light.
But she woke midway into the night. The cannons had fired 8 unfortunate shots, earlier in the day. Now she was staring at their faces, amongst which the girl she resulted in killing, probably has contributed in the passing of the others too but she wasn't sure as of whom exactly.
The next day came and she wasn't surprised to see that she'd been thirstier than ever. While the burning rays couldn't reach her through the thick foliage, the air was incredibly hot and humid. Her search for a source proved fruitless and she sat before a bush of flowers on the soft grass and she chewed on a cracker. Wondering what the hell to do next, she remained still, and despite her uncanny attentiveness, she was lolled to sleep.
Hours later, she woke; hot damp all over with perspiration. She sought water anew, rejoicing when she distinguished what sounded to her as the sound of water sliding.
She followed her instincts, pondering whether people were still dying of late. The sky did not glow with the Capitol's anthem though. Today was a resting day, no tribute was slaughtered.
They must be thinking these were disastrous games. Usually in the first hour, half of the tributes perish. The other half goes through natural disasters and battles. The games could last weeks, but the game makers don't like leaving the audience without excitement. Once the heat in the arena cools, game makers make up a reason to drive tributes against each other. That they still haven't used that option yet, means what the other tributes are up to is far more entertaining that her slow death by dehydration, she seriously never expected to get thirsty that fast.
But it also meant that the others were tough, tougher than in the usual games. In the special show, a lot of tributes scored high, including four of whom managing to land a full 12 (game history), herself, Levi, that guy Reiner and Berik the beast from 11.
Her ears never lie. Her feet led her to a small pond, waters calm as oil. Mikasa crouched near, and was careful enough to restrain herself from shoving her face into it. She dipped a finger, one finger, in slow motion, just to test the water's temperature.
But then her finger froze.
Literally.
Mikasa's never felt like it, never seen like it. Clusters of ice began showing before her pinky's nail, then spreading slowly and painfully to the rest of her hand. The raven haired let out a shriek of surprise and started rubbing on it.
It wouldn't budge.
She was stupid to think that Game makers have given her this pond so she would get over her thirst. The water was clearly poisonous.
It froze everything it touched.
And now she couldn't unfreeze it, couldn't free the back of her right hand. Her right hand! The better at aiming, the stronger, more flexible one. Her fingers felt as if they weighed a hundred pound each. She inhaled, deeply, so as to push panic away. You'll solve this Mikasa, you will. Just calm down.
Her fingers were now crystalline, pulsing and heavy. She hurt, felt the clusters slowly emanating to reach her wrist. She needed to do something before her whole arm was hardened.
Her left hand fumbled for the ax, raised it in a trembling grip. The ordeal had left her weak and vulnerable and hurting all over with the stinging in her iced limb. She tightened her grasp on the heavy weapon and motioned it at her hand's level.
And then she lowered it abruptly.
And then she cut her whole hand off.
I should add gore to this fic's genre :P Thanks for the review guys! You motivate me.
