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

21. Chapter 21 - Violet B

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 21: VIOLET B. A cannon goes off in the distance, signaling a tribute death. Annie? I wonder. After spending a couple of moments silent in her memory, I remember the weapon in my hand. Possibly the finest weapon I have ever made. And definitely the only weapon I have ever made. I can sneak up on someone and hit them before they realize what happened. It won't hurt a bit and I will be one step closer to returning home. Even though I hate my own thoughts right now, it is either follow them or place death wishes on me and my family. It is not only me dying that is the problem - I am okay with that. If I die, there is no one to take care of Klaus, Sunny, and Beatrice II back in District 3. After walking for about two hours, I find a big, oddly smooth cactus. I decide to rest with my back against the cool stem, in the welcome shade that the huge size provides. Waking up with the sun directly above, I realize that I dozed off for a pretty long time - probably about an hour already! Oops. Just then, when I try to remember my plan, I hear some humming. Immediately recognizing the voice as Mary P., the most sadistic of the group, I jump behind my cactus and crouch low, aiming my bow and arrow-cactus hybrid in between the branches. "Now where did she go?" Even though I can't see her, I hear the huff in her voice. "I know she was around here somewhere." I don't dare to make a noise. I don't even breathe. I've seen what Mary is capable of. Her amazing training score, second only to Mulan and tied with Black Widow. Her ruthless murders of Merida, Mulan, Ujurak. But I also remember her kindness, the tenderness in her eyes as she said goodbye to loved ones. Then, I think that I won't be seeing any of her positive traits today or ever, if I don't get a move on. Mary moves into my line of vision, still searching for me. I target her neck. Quick and painless. I pull back, ready for attack. A tear drips down my cheek. I can't believe I am doing this. Focus, Violet. Woosh. The prick flies through the air, and hits the mark with a resounding thud, then snaps. I pry my eyes open with my fingers. The cactus prick is in her shoulder. Darn it! I had always had a bad hand at target practice. Mary slowly pivots towards me, then leans down so her face is aligned with the hole in between cacti where I am hiding. Shoot! I load another 'arrow' into the spot, just in case. In response, Mary holds up her shoe. Looking closer, I see a blood-soaked dagger tip embedded into the heel of it. Memories flash through my eyes: Esme brandishing her knife high heels so similar to Mary's, Heimlich Hospital going up in flames, the library at the hospital being completely ruined, and finally, Esme's targeted throw of her high heel into the filing cabinet next to me - crash! - so many years ago. I am stunned by shock and don't even flinch when Mary drives the hilt into my left eye, leaving me drenched in gushing hot blood, and then repeatedly into my neck.