The Companion Games Chapter 13: Rita, a Doctor Who + Hunger Games Crossover fanfic

I don't own Doctor Who or the Hunger Games. I'm sorry if I'm not chipper this chapter. You'll see.

DEAD (8/24):

Howie Spragg – Stabbed; Larry.

Astrid Peth - Strangled; Adam.

Vincent Van Gogh – Decapitated; Toby.

Craig Owens – Bludgeoned; Mickey.

Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson – Mutated Fish; Larry.

Donna Noble – Overheated; Jenny.

Father Octavian – The Scrytan

Abigail Pettigrew – Time.

Teams So Far:

Canton and River – At the city

Mickey and Martha – Woods

Adam and Toby – Last Seen at Bloodbath

Rose – Beach All By Herself

Jack and Sally – In the Woods

Jenny and Christina - Canyon

Amy and Rory – At the City

Kazran – Alone in the Forest.

Larry – In a Tree.

Rita

The gong had rang and she had stayed still. Ice poisoned her veins. She stared at the scene unfolding, listening to the words that screamed through her head. The morals that she had lived her life by. These morals were meant to be nothing here. No one had morals here. She took a step from her pedestal her head raised high as she watched the massacre.

Howie Spragg fell dead to the ground. He was the only one that she knew. She had been pulled right before she had found faith. She was running around the hotel one moment, and the next she was in a different hotel altogether. She was alive and safe. But now, none of that mattered.

Toby's head snapped over to her, a malicious smile twisting across his face. The ice melted away at the sight of the blood on his face. She took off in a mad run toward the canyon, but the morals were still there. They were screaming inside of her that the goodness of humanity would show itself in the end.

She ran and ran, running toward the mountains and the beach. Heat pulsed down from the sun, burning at her skin. But she did not stop running. Running meant moving. Moving meant living. She began to climb up the rocks, trying to search for something else. Something that was fake to let her know that it was nothing more than a dream.

She climbed and climbed until her muscles cried for death and her lungs screamed in agony. She pulled herself up onto a large flat rock, falling onto her back and staring up at the sky. The cameras hadn't found her in a while. She was far too boring at the moment.

"This is wrong," Rita wheezed out, her lungs clawing for air. She laid there for an hour, ignoring the gnawing hunger that lurked in her bones. But beyond the hunger and the pain, there was emptiness. Only emptiness. Her morals were being tested. Should she kill? Kill these innocent people as though they were animals?

The sun began to set and the light faded into darkness. She still laid on her back, watching the sky blend. She was not too far up from the ground, but still high enough to stay hidden. From her view, she could still see the Cornucopia in the distance, and the starts of the rest of the biomes. She could see the faces perfectly in the sky—she could see it all.

"This is wrong," she muttered again. She wanted to go home—to go back to the schools and the structure. She didn't like the chaos. She wanted to be safe once more. Rita slowly turned on her side, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the growling in the pit of her stomach.

"This is wrong," she whispered, gritting her teeth together and squeezing her eyes shut. Tears slipped down the side of her face and pooled beneath her. She softly sobbed to herself repeating the line again. "This is wrong. This is wrong."

The Master would not broadcast this to the country of Panem. This was sympathy that she did not deserve. None of them deserved sympathy. They were tools to break the Doctor—so he'd be the only one to hear the soft sobs.

Somewhere between the soft sobs and the aching in her body, she found sleep. She tossed and turned, side to side, muttering the same phrase over and over. Sometimes he'd whimper out for her father to come save her. But no one came. Only nightmares and demons. Nightmares of bodies falling to the floor, nightmares of her becoming like those people. And that was enough to scare her away forever. Away from this world. Back to her morals.

In the middle of the night, she bolted upright, a cold sweat dripping down her face and staining her clothes. She jumped to her feet, staggering quickly. "This is wrong!" She screamed. Her voice echoed from her height and across the plains.

Rita whipped her head around to the sky and screamed it once more, "This is wrong!" Silence echoed back at her. Her hands curled into fists, and she glared at the dark sky with the fake moon and the fake stars.

"And I'm not going to be a part of these Games anymore!" She lifted her head up, as though she would feel stronger. The words were true. Rita would not play these games.

"Killing is wrong! Can't you see that? Can't you see that this accomplishes nothing? These Games are a waste! And I won't have any other part in it! Ever!" her voice echoed. She didn't want any part of the Games. No, she hadn't to begin with. Even in training, she had just stood off to the side—she hadn't looked at anything.

The woman took another step toward the edge of the rock and screamed once more, "This is wrong!"

The Doctor from his miles away watched the girl, his heart aching. She was right. She was so right and he was honestly terrified of what would happen to her. At once, he was on his feet, banging against the door and screaming.

"Please! Don't hurt her!" But no one would come.

From the control room, the Master gave a small nod to an older man in white, and he flipped a switch. From the mountain beside Rita, a small mechanical bee whizzed out from a rock and flew through the air, stinging her in the arm. She let out a small yelp, before falling to the ground in an unconscious heap.

Bright white lights burned the inside of Rita's eyes, stirring her from her sleep. She could feel something wrong. Her arms felt heavier and her mind was sharper than before. She could smell dirt and the faint smell of cement. The humming of lights echoed through her ears—a sound that she didn't believe she'd hear again.

"Open your eyes," a voice commanded. Her eyes flashed open and the burning took again. She winced, reaching her hand up to shield away the light. Slowly, her surroundings became clearer as her eyes adjusted. She was up in the air, above treetops and away form her mountain.

She jumped to her feet, staring around quickly. They were on a platform just above the Cornucopia—floating in the sky as if it were a cloud. Hanging in the sky was a large image of her face and of the slab of cement that she was stuck on.

"Turn around," the voice commanded. Her legs made her turn—but she hadn't wanted to. Panic flooded her chest.

This wasn't right.

A girl in red was on her feet, tears running down her face. Her arms were tired behind her back, but she was standing straight up, looking at Rita for help. She couldn't move. She was frozen there. Terror burned in her eyes. She was young and small. Her blonde hair was still pulled back into a bun.

A few feet above her, a dagger was set on a platform that rose from the cement.

"Watch the screen," the voice echoed. Her head instantly snapped up to the large holographic screen in the sky. A little blonde toddler appeared as a home video filled the sky.

"Thomasina!" a voice behind the camera cooed. The toddler was standing in the middle of a dirty living room, her eyes shining. "Thomasina, what are you up to?" A grin filled the young child's face as she waddled across the floor. The shaking camera chased after her.

She walked over to a tattered chair and went by the arm of it, bending down and smacking the wood with her chubby hand. "Kitty!" she laughed. Her blonde curls bobbed up and down as she smacked repeatedly, trying to relay a message to her parents.

"Wait, what?" the woman behind the camera asked. The camera sunk a little as the woman approached the girl and tapped the wood. A few soft "mews" echoed through the air. The woman gasped and then a laugh bubbled after it.

"Phillip! Come quick! Our daughter found cats!" The camera went back to the little girl and she waved quickly. She couldn't be more than three at the most. She was so young, but it was her. It was still the girl standing before Rita.

The home movie cut out and was replaced by a new one. There was a boy with an older version of the girl. They were sitting side by side and holding hands, staring at the camera with a sad smile.

The boy had bright copper hair, and by now, Thomasina's had grown down past her shoulders. She was much closer to the age she was now. Her face was hard with lines of hate and anger though. But the boy she was with seemed sad. They were in a room with the camera facing the door. Night time bled in through the windows, but they seemed more awake than ever. They were getting ready to go somewhere.

"Mom, Dad, if you're watching this, then I want you to know that I love you very much," Thomasina whispered. Her eyes held back tears. "But I can't stay here anymore. I can't live in a world where I'm not allowed to be with Neil." She looked over to the boy, who looked back at her with a sad look.

"You shouldn't do this. I lov—" he tried to say, but her head snapped back to the camera.

"They're coming to take him and I can't let that happen. You know that. But I do love you both very much. I'm so s—"

The door busted down and they both whipped around with screams. The camera toppled over on it's side, but the image was still there. A man in white fired a round of bullets at Thomasina—but the boy was faster. Her fell to his side, his dead and bloodied face staring at the camera. The men in white started to drag her away and out the door as she screamed his name over and over.

"Neil! Neil!"

The tape cut off and the image went back to Rita.

Rita stared in horror at the girl, but she let out another small sob.

"This girl has betrayed her duties as an Avox by showing the Doctor something he did not need to see." From far away, the Doctor banged louder on the door, screaming to spare the Avox girl who had shown him what had happened.

"Rita, I want you to kill Thomasina Evelyn Liddell. I want you to take the knife and stab her in the heart."

By now, everyone in the Games were watching the sight on the television. But the people at home would have no idea of any of this. It was made for the Doctor.

She took an unwilling and shaky step forward, taking the knife. Thomasina let out another sob, as did Rita. "I-I don't want to do this," Rita sobbed out, looking desperately at Rita. Her hand wrapped around the blade, shaking as she tried to fight against her muscles. But they knew what they were programmed to do—listen to the Master.

Thomasina stared at the girl, but she couldn't move either. They were both prisoners of their own bodies. Rita took another step forward and then looked at the girl. "I'm so s-sorry," she choked out. Thomasina stared at Rita, her eyes widening. She wasn't much taller than Rita—which just made it worse. They were eye to eye.

Rita held up the dagger, sobbing loudly. The screen in the sky was locked on her face. Everyone was watching at this point. Some of them were crying—but no one could step up to help. None of them could risk this.

"Eel!" Thomasina screeched.

Rita plunged the dagger into Thomasina's chest. She let out a loud scream as the tears went streaming down her face. The pain went to knothing as her body became slack. Rita pulled the dagger away and that was it. The color drained away and she fell to the ground, death taking over. Her cut tongue has stopped her from saying his name. From calling out for the one person who she missed most.

Rita stared at the body, her muscles trembling. She was a murderer. She killed a girl who had been a toddler. The girl who found the kittens and the one who fell in love. She killed the Avox girl. She killed Thomasina Evelyn Liddell.

"Now, Rita," the Master's face appeared in the sky. "I want you to say that you are a part of my games. And then I want you to say that you don't want to die. Then, I want you to kill yourself." And just like that, his face vanished from the screen again.

Rita stared at the knife, the blade still gleaming with the girl's blood. She lifted her head against her will and shakily said to the sky. "I-I am a part of your g-games," each word strained to say. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the knife pressed against her throat. It was agony. "I d-don't want to die."

The dagger slid across her neck and she fell beside the girl. Blood gushed down to the dirty cement, staining each of their faces. A cannon exploded and the world went silent.

To the people at home, the footage of Rita slicing her throat open would be all they got. They would not know when or how, but they would know that she was dead and no one would ask questions. No one would miss the Avox girl and no one would think twice about Rita Karan.

They would not know that it wasn't right.

Thank you to Cat the Dauntless Candor for the name. Evelyn is just a pretty name, and then Liddell—well that's just classic. This is what happens if you refuse the Master. He will make sure that they suffer. So, there's the refusal. (Secretly, this was my favorite chapter to write so far.)

Leave who you want to win! Thank you all so much for your time.

DEAD (9/24):