*Imp* Hello! I don't have much to say, are you enjoying the story so far? We're definitely having fun with it (in so much as you can have fun when you are killing off your favorite characters…) *Bookworm* I so want to know your ideas! Let us know… please share your thoughts! If we use an idea, we'll give the person a shoutout! *Imp* Well, someone's excited. Let's get on with the story!
Hermione woke up to birds singing and the sun shining. Am I dead? she thought, rubbing her temple. No. Just tired.
She climbed down her tree, careful not to loose her footing. Professor Sprout always did say she had a way with trees. She hoped onto the grass, almost stumbling from disorientation.
She wandered around for a few minutes, holding a stick for no reason. It just made her feel… stronger, when she was anything but strong. I'm smarter than them, she assured herself, I can win off intellect. She ignored the part of her that didn't believe it. I have to find shelter.
She came across a small cave, to dark to see inside yet, as it was still early morning. She crept in, keeping quiet incase some unfriendly animal lived there. Her foot banged a rock on the floor, and a growl sounded in front of her. She saw yellow eyes snap open in the dark, quickly fading to blue as a whimper followed.
A boy, younger than her with brown hair, stalked toward her in a very animalistic fashion. He bared his teeth and growled again. She could almost make out words in the guttural sound, but didn't care to decipher them.
He lunged, clawing at her like a wolf. She screamed, scrambling away from the feral boy. Lucas or something, she thought briefly.
She followed her first instinct: Run. Her feet carried her out of the cave and back into the forest. She panted for breath as the rabid tribute gave chase after her, not allowing her to pause. As she ran, branches whipped her in the face and drew blood.
She tried to ignore the burning splinters, but as a branch hit her eye, she lost her temper. "Bloody hell!" she yelled, ripping the branch from its tree and blindly throwing it behind her, hoping it would slow her pursuer down. She didn't dare look back to see if it worked. She kept running, hoping the boy would eventually give up.
But the tribute continued to chase her in that wolfish way. Every time Hermione thought she had finally lost him, he appeared from behind some tree, causing her to continue running. She was too terrified to even turn a corner. She ran right through a small stream, sharply inhaling at the cold water dousing her legs. Judging by the splashing sounds behind her, the wolf-sorry, the boy-hadn't given up yet.
Her legs took her past a tree where two tributes-Catnip and Annabelle, or something like that-slept. As she passed the tree, she desperately called out to them for help, but neither girl opened their eyes. She found herself continuing to run, straight past the tree.
Finally, her lungs started burning like fire. She coughed and choked as she ran, cursing as her jacket flew off her and cold wind sent shivers down her spine. It was too much. If she ran much longer, she was certain she would faint, and that would get her no where but dead.
She stopped and rounded around a tree, hiding behind it as she heard the boy slow down. She kept her breath as short and quiet as she could, afraid to make to much noise. The footsteps stopped, before fading away. Hermione let out a breath and leaned to the right, checking to see if she was in the clear.
She didn't see anything, so leaned a bit further, and then something barreled into her side.
Her head snapped to face her attacker, and her eyes were met with the sight of the wolf-boy who had been chasing her. He grinned viciously and scratched at her stomach with slightly-to-sharp nails, drawing little blood.
After a few minutes of this the boy seemed to get tired, so he snapped a branch off a tree and dragged the bark across her face. His grin turned into a snarl and he cracked the branch in half, stabbing it through her heart.
Well, she thought as patches of white light spotted her vision, at least Harry won't be alone up there.
She lay her head down and died.
*Bookworm* Please give us ideas and share your thoughts! *Imp* Ok, note on this chapter. For the (very, very, very) few of you who have read Scream Street (The book Luke is from, if you haven't read it go find it, it's amazing) you will know that he transforms when he's angry, but me and Bookworm agreed no powers, because all humans would have been dead in the first 2 chapters. So what I picture in my mind, is a type of collar on all the non-humans, like the inhibitor collars from Young Justice, just without the shocks. Luke is wearing one of these, Luke's turned off last night to save power, but because he's so pissed about Resus (Anyone who's read the books knows that Luke almost killed because Resus almost got killed), his brain didn't get the message when he woke up, even though the collar made his physical body turn back. That's why he's acting so animalistic, his mind still is (no, Hermione did not kill Resus, that was El, but Luke really doesn't care). Another thing, it just occurred to me today. The Florida school shootings. I would like to make it clear that we are NOT advocating children killing other children (or taking a human life in general) this is just a silly idea that we came up with. I'm not a huge fan of getting involved with politics but I do want to say this, the NRA's idea to arm teachers is a bad idea, it won't lower the chances of school shootings because it will make it easier for those kinds of people to get their hands on guns. I would encourage all of you to take part in the walkouts a lot of schools and businesses are doing right now, and to send letters to you congressmen or anyone else who is involved with this idea. Bookworm is out right now and I'm not waiting hours for them to get back, so they don't have anything to say about this as far as I know.