A/N

Surprised? ;)

Hey guys! I'm guessing you didn't expect me to update in…ready…3 days! Woohoo, new record! I just haven't been busy at all so I figured 'Hey, well I'm not doing anything, do I'll write the next chapter of QQR!' So yes. I hope you're all happy. This is the 20th chapter and as you could probably tell by the chapter name, 3 people die. :'( It kind of kills me on the inside to murder the characters. Oh well. I'm just rambling because I don't have much to say today, but I always write long author's notes, so I guess I just wanted to keep that tradition. Oh, plus it's 1:30AM and I'm watching American Dad so I'm kinda hyper :)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. South Park belongs to Matt and Trey and the Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Character Death, Cannibalism

Enjoy! :D

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Kenny, Ze Mole, & Bebe's P.O.V:

(Recap)

"Ok so on three we charge into the cave." Bebe stated. "One…"

"Two!"

"ZREE!"

The three teammates charged into the cave and spotted a startled and confused Token Black sitting in the corner.

"What's going on?" Token panicked, hoping to get an answer.

"Now, Chris!" Kenny shouted.

Ze Mole, shovel in hand, walked over to the confused teenager and with a powerful swing, hit him upside the head with blade of his weapon.

Token gasped in pain and then fell to the floor; for he had been knocked out cold.

"This plan is working out great!" Kenny exclaimed.

"Ew," Bebe complained, looking at the body. "His head is bleeding."

"Zwell zwhat deed you expect, beetch?" Ze Mole asked.

"I don't know, but that's disgusting!"

"It's starting to smell like blood in here." Kenny commented. "Bebe, get the watering can!"

"Zwhat do you need a watereeng can for?" Ze Mole asked, confused.

He was ignored.

"Ok." Bebe obeyed.

The blonde grabbed the can and quickly ran over to the dying boy. She then began to pour water over his face.

"Is he drowning yet?" Kenny asked.

Ze Mole was confused. "Zwait, zwhat are zou doeeng?"

"We're trying to drown him. The shovel part was just to knock him out."

"We ran out of water!" Bebe panicked.

"Oh no!"

Ze Mole facepalmed. "You two do know that I could've just keeled 'im weeth my shovel, right?"

Bebe and Kenny looked at each other and then back at their teammate in awe.

"Fuckineeng blondes." Ze Mole mumbled while making his way over to Token and continually hitting him over the head until the cannon fired.

"Why didn't you think of that?" Kenny and Bebe asked each other.

"You two can be zo stupeed zometimes." Ze Mole commented.

"Hey!"

"Pfft, stupid." Kenny repeated. "Anyway, shouldn't we get out of here? You know, so they can like take the body or whatever?"

"Yeah, we probably should. Plus, the smell of blood is almost unbearable."

The teammates then proceeded to gather their supplies, exit the cave, and head back into the woods.

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Tweek's P.O.V:

After a long morning of climbing, Tweek had finally reached the peak of the mountain before realizing that he was hungry and was out of food.

"GAH! I STEPPED ON ALL OF MY BERRIES AND I'M STARVING! WHAT WILL I EAT? CLLLYYYDDDEEEE WHAT WILL I EEEAAATTTTT?"

The crazed blonde began to roll on the snow-covered ground in exasperation before spotting a lump in the cold ground.

"WHAT'S THAT?"

Tweek began to dig through the snow. It didn't take long for him to identify the object as a leg. A black, rotting, gangrene infected leg.

"A LEG! GAH! I WONDER WHERE THAT CAME FROM." The blonde pondered for a moment before looking back at the body part. "WELL I AM KIND OF HUNGRY AND I AM OUT OF FOOD…MAYBE…NO, THAT'S GROSS."

Tweek looked back at the leg. "GAH! I'M SO HUNGRY THOUGH BUT…YOU KNOW WHAT, WHO CARES? ACK! BON APPETIT!

The blonde then proceeded to pick up the leg and eat it raw.

"MMMM…THIS IS…AMAZING!" Tweek commented in between bites. "I NEVER…KNEW THAT…GAH…HUMAN FLESH COULD…BE SO…TASTY…"

After eating about half of the leg, Tweek stopped and put the limb into his backpack. "GAH! I'M STUFFED. I'LL SAVE THIS FOR LATER."

The blonde laid back down on the cold ground for a while before noticing a cave.

"GAH! AWESOME! IN ONE DAY I MANAGED TO FIND FOOD, SHELTER, AND I COULD USE THE SNOW AS WATER!" The boy looked up at the sky. "CLYDE! I'LL WIN THESE GAMES IN MEMORY OF YOU! I SWEAR!"

After he finished babbling, Tweek picked up his backpack and entered the cave.

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Kindergoth's P.O.V:

Kindergoth was roasting his newly-killed game over a fire when he heard rustling in the bushes behind him.

"What the-?"

The Goth was interrupted by a stampede of wild boars charging toward him.

"Fuck, really? Are these boars ever going to leave me alone?"

Just then a person leapt out of the bushes.

"Don't worry, I'll help you!"

The Goth stared at the person standing behind him.

"Um…hi? Aren't you Ike's older brother?"

"Yeah, hi, I'm Kyle!" Kyle said while holding out his hand.

"Uh, I'm Georgie. Nice to meet you I guess…?" Kindergoth greeted while shaking the redhead's hand. "Have you been in this section of the arena this whole time?"

Kyle shook his head. "No, I've been all around. First in the mountains, then the in woods, and I just got here about an hour ago, so now I'm here."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Just then, one of the pigs turned around and started to charge toward the young Goth.

"Look out!" Kyle yelled while picking up a large, pointed stick and racing toward the boar. Unfortunately, when trying to defend the Goth, Kyle tripped over a rock, sending the stick flying right through Kindergoth's stomach.

"AHH!" The Goth shrieked while crumbling to the ground. His piercing cry startled the pigs, causing them to run away.

"Georgie!" Kyle screamed while running over to the boy. "Georgie, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever conformist. This is why we Goths hate people!"

Kyle thought for a moment before shrugging. "Seems legit."

"I'm dying." Kindergoth informed.

"I know. Sorry."

"The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart that you should fear." The Goth said while slowly closing his eyes.

The cannon fired.

"Shit!" Kyle cursed. "Didn't I say that I wasn't going to kill anyone? That's the third person that I killed, right after my best friend and another Goth. Fucking irony."

The redhead slowly walked away from the dead boy and continued his way through the jungle.

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Cartman's P.O.V:

"So…how do I do this?" Cartman asked himself while staring at a deer that was about 10 feet away, drinking water. He was currently attempting to kill the deer and use it as a food source. "Here deery, deery…"

The deer ignored him.

Cartman then began to click his tongue.

The deer, again, ignored him. The brunette was now growing frustrated.

"This would've never happened if my cheap-ass TV hadn't caught on fire and blown up my RV. That was not cool." Cartman glanced at the deer, which was now staring right back at him. 'AY, DEER! GET YOU'RE LAZY ASS OVER HERE!"

The deer, now becoming annoyed by the teenager's presence, began to charge toward him.

"AW, SHIT!" Cartman yelled while curling into a ball, awaiting the collision. After a few moments, the brunette felt a slight bump on his side and heard the deer cry out in pain. He then took a glimpse at the dying animal.

"Um…it…died? HOW?" It was then that he noticed a large bump on the deer's head. "Huh, I guess my big bones killed it. That's right, nobody messes with Eric Theodore Cartman, bitches!"

The victorious teenager, now full of confidence, picked up the animal by its hind legs and dragged it back to his tree stump, where he would later eat it

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Ike's P.O.V:

Ike was making his way through the woods in search of a freshwater stream when he noticed someone in the distance.

"Crap, crap, crap, CRAP. Not him…Anyone but him! Okay Ike, just act cool. Keep cool." The Canadian told himself while trying to avoid the other person's sight. He was unsuccessful.

"Hey, kid! Get over here!" Scott yelled.

"Fuck, just stay calm." Ike muttered while making his way over to the ginger.

"Have you seen a fat kid around here?" The redhead asked.

"Fat kid…? That's not being very specific. There're like billions of fat kids. Obesity is at its peak right now, you know."

Scott rolled his eyes. "I obviously mean in the arena; and how many fat kids are in the arena, huh?"

Ike remained silent.

"Well?"

"Oh, am I supposed to answer that?"

"Yeah."

"Well…" Ike began to sweat. "I really don't know, I haven't really been paying attention to whose fat and whose not."

"I case you weren't aware," Scott began, growing suspicious of the Canadian, "There is only one: Eric Cartman. Have you seen him?"

"Nope. I actually haven't, I'm sorry."

Scott glared. "You're lying."

"No, actually, I'm not. I think I would know if I was lying."

Scott held the younger boy against him and pointed the blade of his pocket knife at the Canadian's neck. "Now tell me IKE," the ginger spat, "Where is Cartman? I know that you've seen him and I'll slit your neck if you don't tell me."

Ike struggling to breath, still tried to defend Cartman. "Well this isn't exactly fair. How would you know who I've encountered and who I haven't? Unless you've been stalking me or something, you wouldn't know!"

Scott thought about the boy's reasoning for a moment before deciding to let him go. "Fine. I guess you have a point. I'll warn you now though, if I find out that you have seen fatass and you were lying, I will kill you."

"Yeah, yeah, ok. See ya."

"Bye." The ginger curtly stated.

Ike now in a state of panic ran as far as he could from the ginger.

"Damn…I'm screwed…"

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Craig & Red Goth's P.O.V:

Craig and Red Goth, who had eaten a breakfast consisting of seemingly poisoned seafood, were now sprawled out on the sandy shore of the arena, unable to move.

"Oooh man. I feel like shit." Red Goth commented.

"True that. I think this is worse than my hangover a few days ago."

"Ooow. Oh crap, I'm gonna… puke...uh-oh..." The Goth had just managed to finish his sentence before springing up from the ground, running over to a nearby bush, and vomiting.

"How do you even cure food poisoning?" Craig asked his ally who was now lying face down on the ground.

"What do I look like, I fucking doctor or something?" Red Goth mumbled into the ground.

"I don't even fucking know, dude."

"I'm too sick to turn over." Red Goth began.

"I'm too sick to move."

"I'm too sick to nap."

"I'm too sick to sleep."

"I think I'll just lay here."

"Same."

The two allies, too weak to move, could only just lie helplessly on the coastal area of the arena.

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Timmy's P.O.V:

"Tim, Tim, TIMMAH." After being abandoned by Kyle a few hours before, the cripple was determined to free himself from the mud.

"TIMMAH."

It was then that Timmy remembered the rocket attached to the back of his wheelchair.

"TIMMAH! TIMMAH!...Tim, Tim…TIMM!" Timmy counted before pushing a button and being launched about seventy feet.

"!"

Unfortunately, Timmy's rocket ran out of fuel just as he was driving through a second pile of mud. He now found himself stuck in a new location.

"TIMMAH? TIMMMMAAAAHHHH! TIM TIM TIMMAH! TIMMAH!" The cripple raged before finally giving up.

Timmah. Tim, Tim Timmah. Tim-mah. TIMMAH!"

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Pip & Damien's P.O.V:

"So then I was like, 'Ashley, those shoes TOTALLY don't go with that shirt.' And she was like 'But they go with my lipstick!' And I was like 'No, just no; that totally, like, doesn't work.' And she was like-"

Damien was now banging his head against the steering wheel in irritation.

"-'Yeah, but my shirt is yellow and my jeans are hot pink, but my shoes and lipstick are both rosy-red so it totally does work!' So I was like, 'Oh really?' and she was like 'Yeah.' And I was like 'Ok, bitch, and how many guys have you banged?' and she was like-"

"PIP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Pip, taken aback by his teammate's harsh tone, snapped his jaw shut.

"Thank you. Stop acting like a fucking teenage girl. It's really annoying,"

"SHHH!" Pip shushed "The cameras might be watching us right now! You'll blow my cover."

"I don't give a shit. I'd rather see you dead than as a bitchy-ass prepster."

Pip gasped. "Pardon me, chap? And what if I was to die right now, huh? You'd feel terrible!"

"At least you'd be back to your normal self."

"I thought you said that we were friends."

"We are." Damien spat. "Stop acting like a fucking girl, though. Besides, not all girls act like that."

"Sure they do!"

"Uh, no. Some of them really don't."

"Oh yeah, what about the girls on MTV?"

Damien, who was now extremely aggravated, began to massage his temples. "Pip, I'm going to get a soda. Keep an eye on the road."

Pip remained silent, glaring out the window.

"Whatever." The Son of Satan huffed while going to the back of the RV to get a drink.

"I can't believe him." Pip complained to himself. "I'm trying to obey Victoria and he's messing it all up. How could he just-" It was then that the blonde noticed a cliff up ahead.

"Is that a cli-oh my God…chap? Chap? DAMIEN!" Pip screamed while trying to control the RV.

"What?" The dark haired teenager asked while racing to the front of the RV. He then noticed the cliff. "OH SHI-!"

Damien was cut off when the RV began to tumble down the rocky hill at an unbelievable speed. All that could be heard in the vehicle was the shattering of glass, the screeching of metal, and the screams of Pip.

"PIP!" Damien yelled. "Grab onto something!"

"I…I can't chap I-AHHH!" The blonde screamed as he flew against the shattered windshield. He was knocked out within seconds.

"Shit." Damien muttered as he reached out toward Pip's unconscious body while still hanging onto the leg of a table. "I can't reach him!"

Damien, trying to remain calm, held onto the furniture until the spinning of the RV subsided. When the vehicle had come to a complete stop, Son of Satan crawled over to his teammate.

"Pip?" he asked while gently shaking the blonde's shoulders. "Pip, are you still here?"

Pip remained silent.

"Listen Pip, if you can still hear me through your coma or whatever it is, I'm sorry for being such an asshole earlier. Honestly, you're one of the few people that I actually respect and have no problem being nice to."

The blonde didn't move.

"I'm also sorry for saying that I wanted you dead a few minutes ago, I really didn't mean it. Well…I guess all I can say now is that I'm still your friend and yeah...I don't know how much longer you'll be alive, but I haven't heard the cannon fire yet so-"

The cannon fired.

"Oh. Well, I guess that's goodbye then. Hang tight, buddy..."

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A/N

So that was Chapter 20, I hope you liked it! OH. MY. GOD. I killed Pip :( That made me sad because he was one of my favorite characters. So…yeah. Now for the death recap-thingy:

1.) Jimmy

2.) Gregory

3.) Bradley

4.) Stan

5.) Evan

6.) Henrietta

7.) Wendy

8.) Butters

9.) Clyde

10.) Token

11.) Kindergoth

12.) Pip

It looks like this story is about halfway done :) The less people there are in the Games, the shorter the chapters are going to be (at least I think that's how it works..? Maybe not.) Anyway, I think that's about it. :)

Review and stuff. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows. Bye! :D