Author's Note: Hallow again~! I'm sorry but this chapter will also be sad…yes, more death, da…+sigh+ I just hope you don't give up on me and keep reading till a winner is crowned, da~! Or…a winner is sent home, da~! I really hate this story now that the deaths have started, da…
Alfred looked at Yao. He was crying. Alfred tried to look horrified that the Russian had died…but he found it hard since he had been the one to kill him.
Francis and Mathew emerged from their tee-pee things to see what had just happened.
They heard the cannon fire, so they wanted to know who had died.
"What…what happened, ay?" Mathew asked; approaching Yao carefully.
"I-Ivan…Ivan's dead…he's dead…he's never coming back…he'll never smile again…he'll never tell me about sunflowers or the snow back in Russia again…he'll never talk to me again…Mathew, he'll never live again…" Yao spoke to Mathew, but it seemed to be more to him self.
Mathew understood how Yao felt. He didn't know what he would do if Francis died before he did. Probably the same thing Yao was doing right now.
Yao sat in the fetal position, rocking back and forth and tried to keep the tears from coming.
Alfred scoffed in his head. They were better off with out him. All he did was take up space and kill the other members, and eventually if they left him there, he would kill the rest of them, then mostly likely turn on Yao and kill him too.
Good riddance.
"It's getting late everyone…" Alfred said somberly. All nodded their agreement and crawled into the small huts. But before everybody could, Gilbert and Roderich had to make one for them selves also, and Yao had to make one for him.
Tonight, and for the rest of his life, Yao would sleep alone.
Alfred crawled inside his and waited for Arthur. The Capitol's seal appeared the sky and the national anthem played.
Ivan's picture was broadcast across the night sky, then all was black and silent.
Arthur crawled in with Alfred and snuggled up next to the American. An unknown killer.
"Alfred," Arthur said, "you better not be the next one to die…if you leave me here all alone…I'll never…" He yawned and started to drift off into sleep, "…forgive you…"
Alfred laughed a little; he wasn't quite done with game just yet. He still had a lot more tricks up his sleeve.
Green trees and bushes surrounded him. It was early in the morning. Birds were chirping.
A head bobbed in front of him. He couldn't identify the color.
Ahead, he saw something of different color than his surroundings. A bright yellow sunflower.
He saw something smeared onto the flower.
Yao woke with a start.
Not another weird dream again.
He wished Ivan were there to help him get through this one. To help him figure out what that was about.
A sunflower. Someone smeared something onto a sunflower. The forest looked strikingly similar to the arena.
A sunflower. Ivan was killed by a sunflower seed.
What was that that was smeared onto it? It looked sort of green-ish…
And why couldn't he make out the man's hair color? One thing was for sure, it wasn't his; it was too short. It also wasn't Francis' or Mathew's; it was too short for it to be theirs too.
Yao rubbed his head. His dreams made his brain hurt. Had he just witnessed how Ivan was truly killed…? Was it not the Capitol who had already poisoned the flower, or was it a teammate who had wanted Ivan gone since the beginning?
He didn't know, but it was still early, Yao closed his eye's and tried to go back to sleep.
Alfred woke up and crawled out of his shelter. Daylight streamed through the cracks in between the branches. They almost made Arthur's face sparkle. Alfred smiled.
He thought about waking the Brit up, but why should he? He would probably be cranky, so he chose not to wake him.
He figured he'd do some hunting to get his mind off yesterday's happenings.
He went to the weapon pile and picked a small gun. That was all he needed.
It was cold, but he didn't have a hood. He found Mathew's hoodie discarded and laying just outside of his shelter. He didn't want to look in, he was afraid he might see the Frenchman naked or something. That would be awfully…disturbing.
He pulled on the hoodie, without asking to borrow it; HERO'S don't need permission, and disappeared into the woods.
He had only gone a few steps before he spotted a large bird fly above his head. He pointed the gun up and shot it, in one try.
The bird started to fall, "I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" Gilbert yelled running out of the bushes and grabbing the bird before it hit the ground.
Gilbert gave the bird to Alfred, "Well, well…Mathew, what are you doing hunting so early?"
"I'm not Mathew! I just borrowed his hoodie, okay? And it's not early; it's at least twelve-o-clock!" Alfred said putting his gun into the hoodie pocket.
"Well, its obviously too early! You woke my poor Roddy up! He was sleeping and saying weird things in his sleep! Mathew and I were planning on waking him up nicely but NO! Mister 'Hero' had to go and shoot some fucking gun all early in the morning! I bet you woke up little…oh what did you call him? Fairy Princess? Yeah! I bet he woke up too, and that stupid French guy!"
"Well…sorry…but I figured we had to eat something…?" Alfred said holding the bird up for inspection.
"Whatever! Just get out of the way! Mathew's gaining on me!" Gilbert said before putting something in his mouth and scaling the side of the closest tree he could find.
Before Alfred could ask what was going on Mathew came busting through the bushes. He was wearing a plain tee-shirt since Alfred had his hoodie.
"GIVE IT BACK, AY!" He called to Gilbert as he tried to climb the tree, but failed miserably. He shifted his attention to Alfred, "…so THAT'S what happened to my hoodie, ay…" He said staring at the maple leaf on his hoodie.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Want it back?" Alfred asked before taking it off to reveal his bare chest. He handed it back to the Canadian who quickly pulled it on before trying to make the climb again.
"That idiot…It took me four fucking hours to get that damn syrup out of the tree, then Mr. Awesome had to come and fucking take it. I hate thefts." Mathew grumbled to himself.
Alfred was shocked; he never thought little Mattie, as he was called sometimes, would cuss like that. He shrugged; guess you can't judge a book by the cover, huh?
Roderich came through the bushes a moment later. He put a hand on Mathew's shoulder. "I'll get it…" He said before expertly climbing the tree right behind Gilbert.
Yet another 'can't judge a book by the cover' moment, Alfred thought.
Mathew stared up at the top of tree. Roderich was almost eye-level with Gilbert.
Alfred almost turned and left before remembering his gun. "Mathew, can I have my gun back? It's in the pocket."
"Huh?" Mathew said looking back at him.
"Gun? Pocket?" Alfred said, rushing the smaller male.
"Oh! Okay!" Mathew said reaching into the pocket and handing it to Alfred.
"Thanks. I owe you one save-of-your-life." He said before turning and heading further into the forest.
That's an odd thing to owe me… Mathew thought, turning his attention to the tree. This is going to take a while, ay… Mathew thought again before turning and heading back to where Francis was still asleep. He should probably wake him, now.
Roderich was now sitting on the same branch as Gilbert.
"You shouldn't take things, Gilbert." He said calmly.
"And why not?" Gilbert questioned, putting his hand into the small pale of syrup.
On the way over to this side of the dessert, before the sand storm started, they had stopped at the cornucopia again. There were no more weapons left, but they did get a few small utensils.
A gardening shovel, a small bucket, a piece of rope, and some other random items.
Mathew had been able to get some maple syrup out of a tree, and got it in the bucket. Although, Gilbert had smelled the syrup a mile away. Gilbert had taken it and made a run for it, not without Mathew hot on his trail, and Roderich following behind him at a much slower pace.
Now he and Gilbert were in this tree, and Gilbert wouldn't give it back.
Gilbert put his finger in and licked the syrup off. "You should try some, Roddy." He said, offering some off his already slobber-covered finger.
Roderich took the finger between his thumb and index finger and pushed it away, "I'll get it myself, thank you." He said, dipping his other hand in and catching some onto the tips of his fingers.
He brought them to his mouth and licked some of it off. Gilbert bumped his elbow a little and some got onto the corner of his mouth. His tongue darted out to catch it before it fell.
Gilbert leaned in to take it away with his own mouth, but he was late. Roderich closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out, showing he had got it and not Gilbert.
"Missed some." Gilbert said before capturing Roderich's tongue with his mouth. Roderich grabbed onto Gilbert's shoulders, and pressed them closer. They both moaned into the kiss at different times. They pulled apart when Gilbert started to pull Roderich onto his lap.
"Gilbert--!" Roderich said as they pulled away, "Don't make us fall!"
"Fine. We can have more fun on ground, anyway." Gilbert said biting the handle to the bucket of syrup and started to climb down.
Roderich blushed, but still followed him down. He was, to say the least, interested in this 'fun' Gilbert had planed.
Alfred came back after a very successful hunt. He had three birds, and a deer. Although, he wasn't very sure if the deer was edible. He would have to check later.
Arthur had finally woken up, and was warming his hands by the fire. Mathew and Francis were, of course, cuddling in their shelter. Roderich and Gilbert were nowhere to be found. And, just as he had been when Alfred woke up, Yao sat alone, crying for Ivan, and rocking back and forth against a tree.
Alfred couldn't take it anymore! Ivan was a murderer. A stinking murderer who killed Kiku and Heracles. He couldn't take Yao's crying anymore! He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the un-expecting Chinese man.
He missed.
He shot again, but no bullet came out. He tried again, still nothing.
By now Yao was on his feet, alert and ready to run. Mathew and Francis had come out to see what all the commotion was. Arthur was looking at Alfred like a deer in headlights.
Yao turned to run, before he disappeared into the forest, he stopped and turned to Alfred. He looked him right in the eyes and spoke clearly, "I know what you did. I know you killed Ivan. It was you, not the Capitol. You poisoned him. You're a murderer, aru." Then he turned and ran.
This infuriated Alfred even more. His secret was out. Arthur knew. Everyone knew.
He pulled a knife out of his back pocket and chased after the Chinese man. He threw it at his back. It stuck right where his heart would be.
Yao's arms flew up and he tensed and stopped running. Then he fell to the ground.
The canon sounded. Alfred walked calmly to the body and pulled his knife out. He wiped it off on Yao's shirt before returning it to his pocket.
Alfred walked back to the others.
The space ship descended behind him and picked up Yao's body; it rose back to the sky, and then disappeared without a trace.
Hah! Alfred thought; If Ivan can kill two people without anyone being mad at him, so can the HERO!
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End Note:
I'M SOOOOOORRRRYYYYYY~~~~~!!!
I keep killing people, da…
So…that's four dead…+sigh+
I understand if you guys aren't gonna read it anymore because it may be too sad to see all the characters die except one, da…
But, I promise that, like this one, not the WHOLE chapter will be FULL of sadness and death, da~!
And who else has immense hatred of Alfred, as of now, da~? +raises hand+
Well…please review! I'm sorry that Yao cannot give you a cyber-panda anymore, da…
BUT! At lease he will be with Ivan now! +faints: OTP+
Well, please keep watch for the next chapter, and I would like to hear who you think will win, da~!
'Kay! I shuddup now!