A Bloodied Umbrella

by yourfavoritecharactersalldie

We are two different students, meeting at random and deciding to create our massive fanfiction crossover. This takes place in the 100th Hunger Games, a quarter quell in which only females are reaped - resulting in half the tributes but double the fun! *chapters begin with tribute list with source material, scroll to bottom for the actual chapter

19. Chapter 19 - Luna

A Bloodied Umbrella - A Hunger Games Fanfiction

Characters:

*we do not take credit for any of the images or characters below. They are all owned by their original creators.

Fa Mulan (Mulan)

Career Tribute

District 1 - luxury items

Loyal, adventurous, clumsy, opinionated,

Battle-minded (excels in war strategy)

Warrior

Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)

Tribute

District 2 - masonry

Intelligent, stubborn, courageous, proud

Architect

Violet Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

**uses brains to fight, similar to Beetee**

Tribute

District 3 - technology

Bright, creative, quick-thinking, compassionate, independent, protective

Inventor and "caretaker" of her siblings after parents' death

Moana Waialiki (Moana)

**after restoring the heart of te-fiti**

Tribute

District 4 - fishing

Strong-willed, unique, proud, fearless

Has a bond with the sea & will do anything for her family

Chief of her village and adventurer into the ocean

Violet Parr (The Incredibles)

**doesn't realize her strength but when forced into combat is really powerful**

(the youngest)

Tribute

District 5 - power

Shy, highly intelligent, lacks self-confidence, kind, loyal

Is able to turn invisible and create a spherical force field around herself

Superhero

Disgust (Inside Out)

Tribute

District 6 - transportation

Stubborn, annoying, sarcastic, overly-honest, nitpicky

An emotion

Finds fault in things because of her 'disgust' with them - which can come in handy

Merida of DunBroch (Brave)

Tribute

District 7 - lumber

Brave (as suggested by the name of the movie), stubborn, free-spirited, adventurous, loyal

Excels in archery

Annie Cresta (The Hunger Games Trilogy)

**never went into the 70th hunger games and is still stable. Also, originally she is from district 4 but here she is from 8**

Tribute

District 8 - textiles

Kind-hearted, loving, forgiving, brave

Especially skilled in swimming

Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

(over-aged) Tribute

District 9 - grain

Stern, vain, caring, responsible

Nanny

Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)

**Thinks everyone has some good in them and doesn't fully understand why they are killing each other**

**Never went to Hogwarts or met any other Harry Potter Characters**

Tribute

District 10 - livestock

Quirky, perceptive, dreamy, honest

Student then Magizoologist (wizarding naturalist)

Ujarak (Seekers)

(the second youngest)

Tribute

District 11 - agriculture

Friendly, loyal, wise, naturalistic

Shapeshifter, farmer

Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter

Tribute

District 12 - mining

Brave, radiant, powerful, independent, kind

Particularly skilled at the Bat Bogey Hex

Student then Quidditch player and reporter

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow (Marvel)

(over-aged)

Tribute

District 13 - weaponry

Strong willed, independent, sarcastic, brave

Spy & Assassin

Gustaf/That Weird Guy (The Hollow)

Head Game-maker and Host of the Games

Capitol

Eccentric, mysterious, charismatic, theatrical, talkative

Host of the Hollow

Chapter 19: LUNA Sitting in my shelter watching the sun rise on the third day, I wonder how long the games will last. I think of Dad - who is my partner in crime, my friends, my Ma up in the sky. I just can't seem to understand why we kill each other. There are some people, like Mulan and Merida, whom I know wouldn't be like this outside of the games, but the law twists their thoughts. They become ruthless and switch on to survival mode - even if that means taking others down. I feel sick just thinking about it. Then there are some, like Ginny, who wouldn't have gone with the flow. If she were still with us, she would die on her own terms - not go off hunting others like a vile vulture swooping in on an unsuspecting mouse. Ginny was a role model, I think. I wonder what would happen if we all stood up to the capitol and refused to kill each other. Ma once told me a story about two people named Katniss and Peeta. They were the last two tributes in the 74th hunger games, and they refused to kill each other. Realizing the loss of a victor, the capitol bent the rules for them - and there were two victors that year. They were so brave - what if all of us did that - would any of us do that? Would we be strong enough? Would there be 24 victors? Would the capitol send mutts to kill us all? Would there be a rebellion, like the failed "Mockingjay Rebellion" 25 years ago? So many questions. I am proud of our courageous ancestors, though I could never say this aloud. But now, everyone from that generation is gone, and we still live within these cruel games. An empty, hollow feeling overwhelms me. If only we could change our world and its heartless games. These are just some of the thoughts that I am having, sitting in my cactus shelter. I have to get going. I realize suddenly. Maybe I'll go scavenging for food and come back here to the shade midday, when the sun gets directly overhead. Walking along a row of beautiful cacti, I start to sing a tune Dad taught me before the reaping. I remember him holding his big, calloused hands to my heart. Now, I do the same. Suddenly, I spy something red tied to the top of a dark green cactus, about 5 feet away. As I run closer, I recognize my red patterned Converse. How did my shoes end up here, of all places? I guess they do have a habit of turning up in the end! This brings me back to a memory from school. It had been the last day of fifth year in school, and I couldn't find my shoes. I wasn't worried - like I said, they always turn up somewhere. My friend Harry, however, seemed really upset, but I had reminded him that "The things we lose have a coming back to us in the end, if not always the way we expect." I hadn't seen these shoes since that day, many years ago, when they were tied to the ceiling. After that nice surprise, I look around some more - maybe I will find water. After about an hour of relaxing among my cactus-friends, with my old shoes on, I decide to return to the shelter, waterless. Once I am back at the shelter, I find two wrens (I recognize them as wrens from my previous bird-watching hobby) sitting in the shade. "Hi! How are you doing? Nice to see that others also like the shade." I look up at the clouds dreamily. If only I could fly away like they can. I look at the birds, then point upward - "why aren't you up there?" After a long conversation with them, in which I do most of the talking (actually, I do all of the talking), I am tired out. And I have to find water. Soon. The packet of food from yesterday that I found isn't enough for today as well. Suddenly, one of the birds tweets and seems to point her beak in a certain direction, outside of the shelter. Then she flies in that same direction with her partner. Us being friends, of course, I decide to follow them. After about 10 minutes of jogging, the birds land in the middle of a circle of cacti. There, I see a pond filled with water! Upon seeing this treat, I laugh and laugh, and after a long drink, I mentally note the route back. "Thank you, friends!" I call. And with that, they're off.