Cross over between POM and The Hunger Games. The characters belong to the creators of POM completely and you may recognise some parts from The Hunger Games, although it doesn't follow that story plot completely. Thank you.
Chapter 7-
Skipper sat beside Rico, who was laid in the stream, his back resting on a rock. The leader pulled a cloth from the survival bag, that Private had left behind, and soaked it in the water before holding it to the wound. Rico winced, tensing his body in pain.
"I'm sorry compadre. It's all I can do until Kowalski gets back with that remedy" Skipper explained, almost able to feel his friend's pain.
"Where are they?" Rico wheezed, trying to sit up right. Skipper restrained him, gently easing him back down.
"I don't know...But you need to keep still".
Kowalski peered round a tree, looking in all directions sneakily to check the coast was clear. He dropped down onto his stomach, army crawling towards a pile of unique violet plants. Selectively, he pulled the leaves from the buds. Private waddled over to him carelessly.
"What's that?" he asked. Kowalski gabbed the young penguins feathers on his chest and pulled him to the ground.
"Be quiet! There are still those out there trying to kill us!" the taller penguin hushed, letting out a sigh, "Just hold these, would you?"
Private held the distinctive leaves in his flippers, following Kowalski as he stealthily shuffled over to a growth of mushrooms in the clearing of the forest. He tore the top of the mushroom from the stump and handed it to Private. Muttering to himself, the crawled forward. Suddenly, a blade skimmed his head, stabbing into the tree behind him. Kowalski looked to his left quickly, viewing the penguin assassin. He dashed backwards, grabbing Private and using his flipper to pin him to the tree.
"Listen to me, you need to get out of here, head back to Skipper, take these with you and get Skipper to grind them up into a powder. It should be enough for Rico's wound" Kowalski instructed, letting go of the young penguin's shoulders.
"What will you do?" Private stammered, his beak quivering in fear. Kowalski pulled an arrow from his bag and took the bow off his shoulder.
"I'm going to district him. When he changes his aim to me, you run in the opposite direction, got it?" he asked, sounding a little aggressive. Private gulped, nodding hesitantly. Kowalski peeked around the tree. Another blade was launched, missing his face by inches. The taller penguin sprinted forward, before leaping onto his stomach, on which he slid to go behind another tree. Private cringed as he watched his friend dodge several daggers that were thrown at him. Kowalski indicated to Private to run, however the young penguin hesitated and stood frozen in horror. The taller penguin frowned, aiming his bow and arrow at Private. The arrow skimmed Private's cheek at hit the tree next to him. It was dangerous, but enough of a shock to bring the little penguin back to reality.
"GO!" Kowalski shouted angrily, taking another arrow from his bag. Private's face turned pale and he turned to run back to where the other half of his team was. Kowalski aimed for the assassin penguin, but noticed that the focus was no longer on himself, but Private. His eyes dimmed with horror, his beak gaping open. The other penguin had seen Private and was now aiming for him. Kowalski narrowed his eyes, his body shaking in anger. He watched the other penguin throw a dagger, just as he let go of the string and the arrow was sent flying into the other penguin's stomach. The taller penguin dashed forward, pinning the other penguin, who was bleeding uncontrollably, to the ground. His angered eyes steadily widened in realisation.
"Johnson..." he gasped. The identified penguin winced in pain, trying to squirm from Kowalski's grasp. The taller penguin let go, getting to his feet. "Look, I can heal you, I'm sure Skipper will be pleased to see you".
Johnson wasn't interested in reuniting with his ex-commander. Instead, he reach for his dagger and quickly tossed it at the taller penguin. Kowalski dodged the blade, glancing over his shoulder to watch it fly past. He turned back around with a furious face. He marched over to Johnson and placed his foot on his chest to prevent any more movement. Kowalski pulled the string back on his bow, the arrow set, ready to be launched.
"N-no, please, have mercy" Johnson wheezed, his eyes cringing shut. Kowalski's face displayed an expression of disgust.
"You wouldn't have done to me" he snarled, releasing his flipper from the string. The arrow pierced through Johnson's skull, his head flopping down lifeless on the grass. Kowalski's heart pounded, his expression dropping and bringing his flippers to his beak in shock. With a gulp, he fled the scene, but he didn't get far until he saw the unthinkable.
Skipper shuddered. A cold feeling possessed his body, sending a chill down his spine. Rico frowned, his deep scold feeling less sore from bathing it.
"Wha' wrong?" he questioned, tilting his head in confusion at his leader. Skipper held his own shoulders with opposite flippers, rubbing down his forearms and looking pale.
"I-I don't know...It's almost as if...Someone close to me has died-" he suddenly stopped himself, his eyes widening and his beak dropping open, "K-Kowalski! P-Private!"
