HAHAHAHA I TOLD YOU I WOULD BE QUICK! also a lot of people were ~confused~ by the italics and stuff, which i knew would happen, so i got to work and spit out this little gem in one day! woohoo! hope you enjoy!
Also definitely warnings for violence in this chapter.
Blaine opens his eyes, his chest heaving. He looks around him wildly, before realizing that it was just a dream. He closes his eyes and lays his head back, sighing. It was just a dream. Kurt isn't in the arena, never was. It's just Blaine and Sebastian now. Blaine spent most of the day before chasing after Sebastian, but couldn't get to him in time and figured that he should probably get some more sleep so he could put all of his energy towards getting himself back to Kurt. He's never been more happy that something was a dream. He reaches up to brush a hand over his face and is met with wet cheeks. Great, he was crying in his sleep too. He scrubs a hand over his face, trying to rid himself of the tears. He sits up, taking another deep breath. That dream seemed so real. But the Capitol would never take Kurt, let alone throw him into the Games. Blaine shakes his head and laughs at his mind's conjured nightmare, before standing up to stretch his legs. He quickly reaches into his pack and grabs something to eat, although he isn't even entirely sure what it is, as he doesn't even taste it. He is too busy focusing on constructing a game plan to find and kill Sebastian. Blaine never thought, in his whole life, he would ever have to come up with a game plan to kill someone, but things change, situations change and Blaine ended up in the Hunger Games with an asshole tribute from District 4.
Blaine stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stretches his stiff joints and is rewarded with the satisfying soft pop! his joints make. He grabs his pack and pulls, once again, the best knife he has from his collection- the long blade with the serrated edge. He quickly palms the knife, closing his eyes for a second to regain his composure. He then zips his bag back up and steps over the bush he was sleeping behind. He walks around the forest, sticking to the outside of the trees; he doesn't want any surprises from the sides. If he is going to face off with Sebastian, it is going to be face-to-face. Blaine walks the entire day, getting frustrated with his inability to find Sebastian in the forest. He comes across another body of water, so he refills his and what used to be Santana's bottle, almost drinking through an entire one in one large gulp. The sun is beating down on his skin, making him hot and sweaty and exhausted. But he doesn't give up, he continues to walk, hoping beyond hope that he will run into Sebastian soon. After the sun has dropped to just above the horizon, Blaine decides to take a quick break, sitting on a fallen tree and pulling some berries from his bag. He really isn't in the mood for anything else, instead only eating for something to do. He sips some more water, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning his face into his hands.
It's then when he hears it.
A soft rustle, a few cracking branches, and Blaine looks up, squinting at the trees where the noise came from. He stands, preparing himself for an attack, when all of a sudden the trees separate. But it's not Sebastian who runs through. It's a flock of birds, but Blaine can tell they are no ordinary birds. They are humongous, much larger than any other bird Blaine has seen in this arena. They are completely black, their wings all sharp angles and cuts, and the beak of the birds silver. The birds' talons are also silver, the sun glinting off of them and reflecting onto a nearby tree. Blaine's never seen this kind of bird before, but knows instantly that it is a creation of the Capitol, and that this is what he was waiting for. The birds hover in the air for a moment before flying towards Blaine, swarming all around him. He runs, deeper towards the centre of the forest and away from the outside. The birds chase him, a couple feathers brushing against Blaine's body and he feels searing pain in the places the birds touch. He runs faster, drawing breath in laborious pants and hoping, praying that this isn't the end of him. The birds are squawking, but their cries sounds more to Blaine like the blades of knives being run against one another, grinding and squeaking and making Blaine shiver. As he runs, one of the birds lands their beak in Blaine's shoulder and he collapses it inwards with a cry. Unbearable pain runs through his whole left arm, like his whole arm is attached to a livewire, electricity running through it and burning every nerve. Before he knows it, his arm goes limp at his side. Panicking, Blaine tries to lift his arm, but to no avail. It's gone completely numb. He runs, right until he reaches a light patch in the forest, where Blaine knows to be a large field, and sure enough, as he breaches the barrier of the field, the birds curve off, squawking and shrieking as they fly back into the forest. The second they leave, Blaine looks over his shoulder, trying to inspect the damage the bird's beak caused him. He sees it, a hole in his shoulder, surrounded by dark blood. He feels around the wound with his right hand and winces, although it's not as painful as a wound of that magnitude probably should be. He smacks his left arm with his other hand, and feels no pain, the sting of the slap gone to his mind.
Blaine wants to continue tending to his wounds and trying to bring the feeling and motion back to his arm, but he can't, because all of a sudden, another figure comes running into the opening in the forest, the same flock of birds that had attacked Blaine, chasing this figure as well. Blaine stops what he is doing and watches, as Sebastian Smythe is chased in by the mutts, sweaty and grimy and crazed, swatting his hands behind them to fend them off. The moment he crosses the barrier, the birds fly off, leaving Sebastian and Blaine alone in the clearing. Despite Blaine's mind shouting at his body to move, fight, attack, he remains still, staring at Sebastian the way Sebastian is staring back at him.
This is it.
Kurt is sitting in a lavish room, simple yet tasteful. He should be calm. He should be relaxed. The Peacekeepers told him his purpose for coming, once they'd safely reached the Capitol. And yet, Kurt is having trouble breathing, his face pale and his muscles taut as he watches the screen. Blaine and Sebastian were just chased into the clearing in the middle of the forest by a flock of some kind of muttations- electrowings, Caesar Flickerman had called them. Blaine seemdc to be in serious pain while Sebastian had somehow managed to escape unscathed. The two were currently just staring at each other, Blaine obviously trying to hide his pain.
"Come on, Blaine, please be okay, you're okay, come on!" Kurt whispers, tears in the corner of his eyes. "Just beat him, Blaine, please, just please come home."
Kurt sees the look in Blaine's eyes as the camera zooms onto his face, sees the smirk on Sebastian's face as he takes in his surroundings, and Kurt can't help but think:
This is it.
Blaine takes in the look on Sebastian's face, and he knows that this isn't just going to be a simple, quick fight. He's smirking as he eyes Blaine, his eyes roaming up and down Blaine's body, taking him in.
"How's the arm, pretty boy?" Sebastian asks conversationally, stepping closer to Blaine.
"Never been better," Blaine bites back, although it's a complete lie. Blaine's also a natural left hand, so this fight is going to be ten times harder than it would have been before those damn birds attacked him. Realizing this, he looks down quickly and closes his eyes in relief when he sees that the knife is still, in fact, in his hand. He snatches it quickly with his right hand, the knife feeling foreign in his palm, but Blaine shakes his head and throws the thought aside.
"I haven't seen you so long, how have you been doing? You know, after I slaughtered that bitch who you seemed to be so attracted to. Shame. I hope your little boy is watching this, so that he at least knows that you never really loved him, he was just a quick fuck until you could get your hands on something better, who you just so happened to meet on the train ride to your death," Sebastian says absently, although his smirk gives his intentions away. Blaine's blood boils underneath his skin, and the urge to fight without restrictions is nearly overwhelming, but he restrains himself. This is just what he wants.
"I know what you're doing," Blaine replies. "And it's not going to work. You're right, I am angry at you for killing Santana like that, for betraying our trust-"
"If I remember correctly, Anderson, I do believe you were the one to kill her," Sebastian interrupts, and Blaine stutters at the reminder before continuing on.
"-But she wanted it to happen. Maybe not that way, but she did. And Kurt knows I love him, so really, you lost either way, Smythe." Blaine tries to smile as smugly as Sebastian is, but it's a challenge. Even though he knows Sebastian is just trying to play with him, the words still cut deep, and they hurt more than any genetically-produce bird or any knife ever could.
"Well, I suppose it's rather unfortunate that he's never going to see you again, for you to remind him, isn't it?" Sebastian asks in a sickly-sweet voice, and it's in that moment that Blaine decides that he has had enough.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that, Smythe," Blaine says with narrowed eyes before lunging forward, running at Sebastian with his knife held in the air. Sebastian is quick to respond, however, pulling a small dagger from behind his back and wielding it in front of himself. The two knives cling together, the sound echoing through the clearing and indicating the beginning of a ferocious battle. The two swing their knives, using them almost as swords as they fight. Suddenly, Blaine feels a crippling pain in his left knee and realizes that Sebastian kicked him, his boot digging hard into Blaine's leg. Blaine's knee buckles, basically just as useless as his arm. He ignores the pain, instead opting to swipe at Sebastian again with his knife. The knife catches Sebastian's side, slicing through the clothing and flesh there before Blaine pulls it back. Sebastian cries out, clutching his side in pain, before looking at Blaine with a manic smile.
"I'm not going down that easily, Blainey," Sebastian taunts, straightening up just in time for Blaine to curl his fists and smash them into Sebastian's face. Sebastian's neck bends back from the force, and he clutches his face with both hands, the blood seeping through his grasp and running over his mouth. Blaine watches in disgust as Sebastian licks over his lips, the blood from his nose getting caught on Sebastian's tongue and being pulled into his mouth, and Sebastian's lips curve up into a deranged smile. "Nice punch, sweetie, down for round two?"
Blaine's leg is throbbing by now, but he pushes the pain to the back of his mind, as Sebastian is coming at him with his dagger, blood pouring from his nose and side. Blaine holds the knife above his head, and runs forward as quick as he can, his leg screaming in protest. Sebastian beats him, however, and his dagger glides across Blaine's exposed left arm. The metal hitting his skin and nerves seems to awaken something in Blaine's arm and suddenly, his arm feels like it's on fire. It's like his arm is being torn apart, bit by bit, nerve by nerve, and he falls to the ground, as the pain spreads from his arm to his shoulder and parts of his back and chest. He writhes on the ground, the pain overwhelming him and causing him to see pinpricks of white in front of his eyes. Blaine turns his head and vomits onto the grass, praying for Sebastian to stab him and finish him off because this is something he cannot handle, it's too much, it's too much-
"Painful, isn't it?" Sebastian asks, gripping Blaine's chin with his fingers and forcing him to look at him. Sebastian is kneeling over Blaine, his face incredibly close. "Electrowings are probably one of the worst creations of the Capitol. Silly little birds, really, but with incredible capabilities. You really should have known about them; how their talons and beaks act as conductors, feeding electricity into the body where it stays, completely dead, all thanks to the venom that they release into your system. You think I didn't notice when I saw you? Your arm looked as though it were about to fall off." Sebastian laughs, blood from his nose dripping and hitting Blaine's face, and he tries to concentrate on what Sebastian is saying, but the pain is causing his mind to fall in and out of focus. "And here's the best part about those pesky little birds- the second the wound is touched by metal, it feels as though you are quite literally being electrocuted, but much, much worse. Of course, I wouldn't know, it's never happened to me before, but I think I can tell, all thanks to you."
The pain in Blaine's arm refuses to go away, or dim or fade. If anything, it seems to be worsening, as it spreads even further through his body. His mind flutters, and he's no longer sure what's real and what isn't, until an image of Kurt appears in front of his eyes and it's almost as if he's right there, telling him to fight, Blaine, fight, for me, you can do this, please, for me. And that's the deciding factor for Blaine. He forces his right arm to move, the only thing that keeps him going is Kurt's voice, soothing and firm in his ear, encouraging him. Sebastian continues to talk, his grip on Blaine's chin still tight. Blaine's arm moves shakily but steadily, until it's directly over Sebastian's back and then with a swift swipe downwards it's over, it's all over, and Sebastian's eyes widen almost comically as he looks at Blaine, the long blade of the knife cutting through flesh and muscle and tendon and hitting Sebastian directly in the heart. Sebastian lets out one more puff of air before collapsing sideways, the handle of the knife sticking out of his back.
Just like that, the pain in Blaine's arm is obvious again, overtaking him completely and his vision goes white, and just before he loses everything completely he hears, almost like it's being whispered into his ears-
"Ladies and gentlemen, the victor of the 63rd Hunger Games!"
Well, who woulda thunk it! But it would really suck if the winner died anyways, wouldn't it? Well, i suppose you're just going to have to wait until the next chapter to find out what happens to him! And to kurt, for that matter, MWUAHAHAHAHAH!