A/N
Helloooo~!
Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to update. Honestly…I got addicted to Ouran High School Host Club and have just been watching it nonstop. :P So this actually turned out to be the final chapter in the arena. I think that it ended well, and I hope that you like the ending too. It took me like a million years to try to perfect this chapter, so I really, really hope you like it. Yeah, I think that's about it.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
WARNINGS: Swearing, Death
Enjoy!
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Day 11
(4:45 a.m.)
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Main P.O.V:
"Gooood morning tributes!" An overly-cheerful voice boomed across the arena. "As you may or may not be aware; there are only four of you left in the arena. I commend you for making it this far. To honor your strength and bravery, a very special…er…event…will occur at the Cornucopia be sure to be there by seven o'clock sharp. Best of luck to you and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
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Chris's P.O.V:
"Stupeed Games, stupeed arena, stupeed Capital…I just zwant to go 'ome!" an overtired and irritated Christophe grumbled as he gathered what little supplies he had and began to walk toward the Cornucopia.
"Zwat zwould 'appen eef I didn't show up at ze Cornucopia?" the brunette wondered, stopping dead in his tracks. He then remembered the brief argument between Cartman and Effie the morning of the interviews.
*Flashback*
"If you leave, I'll have you all killed."
"Pssh, you can't do that."
"Oh yes I can!"
"No you can't!"
"Try me."
*End*
"Hmm. I guess zay can make us do zwhat ever zey want 'ere by using intimidation. We're nozing but puppeets…" Ze Mole muttered darkly while scratching his head. "Eef I zwant to win zis, zen I 'ave no ozzer choice…I 'ave to do as zay want."
He then turned back around and began to walk toward the Cornucopia.
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Bebe's P.O.V:
"Damn morning people…the worst people…I hate them…why are they so happy all the time…grrr…" Bebe grouchily mumbled, slowly making her way down the forest path only half awake, after one of the only deep sleeps that she had experienced over the past three weeks had been disturbed.
"No…no…you know what…SCREW THIS!" Bebe yelled while flipping off no one in particular and flopping face first on the forest ground. She instantly fell into another deep sleep began snoring.
Kyle's P.O.V:
"I can't believe I made it this far! In the final four…wow. I honestly didn't even think I'd make it past 20." Kyle, who was in an unusually optimistic mood that morning, said while smiling to himself.
"Though I can't help but think that this 'event' is a set up to have the remainder of us killed…well, minus one obviously."
The redhead continued walking and thinking aloud.
"But what could they possibly plan? A meteor? That's what I heard happened to Kenny, but I'm not completely sure. Still, if Kenny did die that way, it would be too repetitive, so they wouldn't do that. Maybe…a fire? No, too risky…that could end up killing all of us. Earthquake? Rockslide?"
Kyle scratched his head. "I…I just honestly have no clue. They could do anything. I've just got to stay strong and be prepared for the worst."
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Bebe's P.O.V:
"Nah, nah, mom please no more bacon now…it smells like bacon?" Bebe softly mumbled while rolling over and slowly opening her eyes. "Bacon…in a forest? Yummm…Wait. Why does it smell like bacon in the forest?"
The blonde's eyes immediately shot open, to see her surroundings completely engulfed in flames.
"AAIIIEEEEEEEEE!" Bebe shrieked as she jolted up from the ground. She then felt a burning sensation on her hand. The blonde warily looked down to see her hand ablaze.
"AHHHHH!" She screamed as she frantically pulled a water bottle out of her bag and drenched her flaming hand.
"Where do I go? What do I do? I don't wanna die!" Bebe yelled just as three tress fell to her left and right side and behind her.
"I guess I'm going straight then!"
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Kyle's P.O.V:
"Alright, almost there." The redhead said to himself as he continued walking down the forest path, bordering the beach area. "I'm about five minutes away from the Cornucopia now."
It was then that something…or someone caught his eye.
"Hey isn't that..?"
Kyle ran over to the damp, unconscious body sprawled on the sand.
"Craig? Dude? You ok?"
The raven-haired teenager didn't respond.
"Hm." Kyle mumbled, grabbing the boy's wrist and in an attempt to locate any signs of life.
"Well there is a pulse…barely." The redhead said, placing the boy's arm back down.
"I've got to get going though, it's almost seven!"
Kyle then got up and continued his trek to the Cornucopia.
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Bebe's P.O.V
"Tttchhh!" Bebe inhaled through gritted teeth as she examined the cuts and burns that she had received while narrowly escaping the sudden forest fire. Luckily, she had only received a cut down her cheek, a few medium sized bruises on her arms and legs, and a second degree burn on her left hand.
"Wow, I'm actually kind of lucky that I didn't burn alive at the scene." She said to herself. "This burned hand is really gonna be a pain though. But hey, at least it wasn't my right hand. That would've sucked big time."
The blonde looked at the sky.
"I've gotta get going! It's almost seven!" Bebe shouted while begging to sprint toward her destination.
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Chris's P.O.V:
Chris leaned against a tree with his arms folded at the Cornucopia.
"Ugh. When ees everyone goeeng to geet 'ere?" The Frenchman asked himself in annoyance. "Eet's already past zeven."
Just then, he saw a figure emerge from the forest at the other side of the Cornucopia.
"Hey, Chris! Is that you?"
"Kyle?" The brunette shouted.
"Yeah!" The redhead responded, running over to his old acquaintance. "Hey dude! Long time no see! We didn't even talk at the hotel."
"Yeah, I know." Ze Mole began. "Your vriend Keeny ees a real handful."
"Yup, that's Kenny for you. He has the maturity level of a six year old." Kyle laughed. "So what's up?"
"Zou know, killing people and stuff. The usual."
Kyle nodded. "So I wonder what this event is going to be."
"Ze Game Makers are probably planning on mass murdering all but one of us."
"That's what I was thinking too."
"Zhey're too predictable."
Just then, another figure appeared.
"Hey guys…sorry I'm late…I just…got caught up in…a few things like…fire and stuff…and ran all…the way here and…phew." Bebe said, panting.
A voice suddenly came over the loud speaker.
Congratulations for making it here all in one piece…well, in some cases, barely. But anyway, tributes…we the Game Makers applaud your endurance and strength and this event…well…fufufufu….I'll just leave it at…I hope you guys like puppies.
"Puppies!" Bebe's eyes glittered in excitement, as she had always wanted her very own dog.
"Really? I'm allergic to dogs!" Kyle complained.
"P-P-P-P-Puppies?" Ze Mole stuttered, completely draining of color.
Just then a fierce growling and barking was heard nearby.
"AAIIIEEEEEEEEE!" Ze Mole…manily…shrieked while jumping into Kyle's arms. "RUN, KYLE, RUUUUNNN!"
"Oh my fucking God, dude!" Kyle gasped while struggling to hold the Frenchman. "How much do you weigh?"
"203 pounds."
"W-Wha-HOW?"
"Mercenary's secret." The brunette winked.
"N-No seriously. You're like six feet tall, right?"
"6'1, actually."
"Yeah, well anything over 189 is considered overweight for that height and you're not fat…at all."
"'Hey these rock-hard abs aren't exactly weightless, you know." The brunette retorted.
"Hey…where did your accent go?" Kyle asked.
"My accent…Oh shit! Well, too late to correct myself now so…uhm…it's fake."
"…Seriously?"
"Yeah, the accent along with the tough-guy persona…It was just an act. I'm still a mercenary though; that part was true. I had you all fooled, didn't I?"
"Ehh…" Bebe stared, her mouth agape.
"That you did…"
Just then, another growl emitted from the forest, this time, however, it was much closer.
"Uhh…you know what I think I'm gonna get going now. See you la-" Bebe began, just as a giant pack of dogs appeared before the tributes.
"AAHHHHHHHH! KYLE! KYLE! KYLE! RUN! RUN! RUUUUNNNN!" Ze Mole cried.
"I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST AN ACT!" Kyle yelled.
"NOT MY FEAR OF DOGS!"
"Dear Lord…" the redhead muttered while turning on his heels and running through the forest, still carrying the "Frenchman" who was now bawling hysterically.
"How are we supposed to outrun these dogs?" Bebe, who was close by, asked Kyle.
"I don't think that the dogs can climb, so let's look for a tree."
"There's one! Come on!" The blonde said while quickly bolting ahead of Kyle, leaving him in the dust.
"Chris! You have to get off, I can't carry you. You're way too heavy."
The brunette quickly leapt out of the redhead's arms, before picking up an unsuspecting Kyle and throwing him over his shoulder.
" H-Hey, what're you doing?"
"Bitch, I can run faster than you."
"Wow. I carry someone who is exactly 100 pounds heavier than me while running away from a pack of giant, mutant, dogs and this is the thanks I get?"
"Yup."
"Hmm." Kyle grumbled.
Ze Mole, now at the bottom of the tree, threw Kyle onto the firs branch before climbing on himself. The two continued to climb as far as they could. When they finally reached the highest they could go, the two teenagers sighed in relief.
"Hey guys." Bebe greeted, also in the tree.
"Hi Bebe." Kyle smiled.
Ze Mole grunted and looked away.
"I see someone's in a bad mood today." Bebe spat.
The brunette ignored the comment.
"Meh."
It was then that the dogs began howling at the bottom of the tree.
"When will they go away?" Bebe asked, looking over at Kyle.
"I don't know, but at least we're safe up here…their howling is annoying as hell though."
Just then, one of the dogs jumped and clasped its teeth into Kyle's shoe.
"Woah!" Kyle gasped, quickly kicking off his shoe and sending the dog tumbling to the ground.
"Th-They can jump?" Bebe asked, panicked.
"I-I-I g-guess I-" just then another dog leapt into the air and sunk it's teeth into Kyle's leg, pulling the redhead down to the ground with it.
"KYLE!" Both Bebe and Ze Mole cried in unison.
The two tributes watched in terror as their friend was being ripped to bloody pieces and eaten alive below them.
The cannon fired.
Bebe gritted her teeth. Oh shit, they can jump…now what?
Just then, the blonde heard a cracking sound and turned to her right, only to see her former ally fall to the ground.
"CHRIS NO!" She shrieked, swiftly grabbing the brunette's hand.
"Oh shit!" Ze Mole shouted, just feet from the ground.
"God, Kyle was right. You're way heavier than you look." Bebe said, struggling to keep the brunette above the ground.
It than occurred to Ze Mole what was happening. "Bebe…" He began. "Uh…I-I'm really sorry being such a dick to you."
"Oh, um…" Bebe began, unsure of what to say. "…It's not your fault, it's mine. I broke up with you for no reason, so you had a right to be mad at me."
"No. I should've taken it like a man instead of acting like a whiny, little pussy."
"That was the past though, and I forgive you. Maybe we can get back together?"
"Yeah, like two seconds before I die? Because that makes perfect sense." Ze Mole said, rolling his eyes.
"Hey!"
"Hey what?"
"I love you."
"Ok?"
"Chris!"
"Ok, ok, I love you too."
Bebe's eye's grew wide with excitement. "R-Really? Oh my gosh, you still love me after all that I did? You're the best boyfriend ever!"
"Eh…yeaaahhh."
Just then, the branch that the blonde was sitting on began to crack. "Crap."
"What's wrong?" Ze Mole asked, concerned.
"The branch is staring to break!"
"Bebe." Ze Mole said sternly. "Let go of me."
"B-But why?"
"You're branch is cracking because of me. I'm too heavy."
"T-That's not true!"
The branch cracked louder.
"BEBE." Ze Mole repeated. "PLEASE. I don't want you to die."
The blonde's eyes began to fill with tears. "I'm…not…letting…go…"
Ze Mole thought for a moment. "Bebe, one of us is going to die anyway, and I don't want it to be you."
"Huh?"
"I want you to win for me, ok? "
"But…but…"
"Ok?" Ze Mole repeated, giving the blonde a reassuring look.
"If th-that's what you want…then…"
"Yeah, it is what I want."
"W-well okay then…" Bebe said, wiping a tear from her eyes with her free hand. "Bye Chris."
"Bye, Bebe. I love you."
"I love you, too." With that, the blonde slowly let go of her boyfriend's hand and watched him fall to the ground. She quickly regretted her decision.
"Well…I guess that's it…I won." Bebe said, tears cascading down her face. "…but this victory seems so…so empty. I can't go on like this. I can't go back to South Park and face everyone who lost their children…go back to school and have no friends…no kids in the neighborhood…no one to hang out with…and Chris…I…I love you…" she mumbled before slowly letting herself off the treeand falling into the pack of dogs below her.
Two cannons fired.
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Craig's P.O.V:
Congratulations Craig Tucker! A thunderous voice boomed across the arena.
"…"
"You have just won the 75th Hunger Games!"
An overly-cheerful fanfare played as confetti rained down on the lifeless teenager.
"Do you have anything that you would like to say about your victory?"
"…"
"Magnificent! I couldn't have said it better myself! Once again, congratulations Craig Tucker on your victory in the 75th Hunger Games!"
A large, capital ship descended from the sky and lowered a latter. When Craig did not respond, two Game Makers climbed down the latter, picked up the unconscious teenager, and carried him into the ship.
The ship then flew off toward the Capital with the victor; healing and preparing him for his victory ceremony that would take place the following week.
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A/N
So…yeah! Craig won. I don't know, I just always felt that he is just such a happy-middle-average character that no one would suspect it…like you know? He's not a main character or a minor character…he's… a happy-middle-average character! I really hope that you liked the ending; I know a bunch of you probably thought that Bebe or Ze Mole would win, but can I say plot twist? Oh and about Ze Mole's accent thing…I could totally see him faking everything. I'm sorry, he just really seems like the type of person that would do that. Anyway, the story isn't over yet. There is still going to be the victory ceremony and a few other…surprises. So be sure to keep checking back!
Review and stuff! Flames will be used to roast my marshmallows! See you later! :D
