Rabbit sat in a small room, in about ten minutes they would enter the slaughter house. A young boy walked in, he was extremely short, and had red swirly hair. He wore a white labcoat and blue glasses. "Here," he said, "grab this." He pointed to a bar. As soon as Rabbit put his hand on it he froze. The boy pulled out a gun with a pin at the end of it. "Don't worry, it's just your tracker, it'll help the game-makers find you." He pressed the end of the barrel into Rabbit's arm. He clicked the button and a sharp pain went up Rabbit's arm. The boy flicked a switch and Rabbit was released. He rubbed his arm, which now had a dime-sized lump on it. He walked out of the room and into his deportment room. Christopher Robin was there, giving his last good-byes and last wishes. "Silly old bear." He said playfully, poking Pooh in the tummy. "Rabbit," he said, "remember, you are smarter than you may think, keep them safe, okay? I trust you." He said. Rabbit nodded. He heard a voice coming from a loudspeaker, "All tributes, please step onto the panels, all tributes, please step onto the panels." It said. Rabbit, hopped over to his spot as tribute 12. When he stood on the plate he felt a cold shiver wash over him. The plate slowly raised, lifting them all up. When they got out, they seen all the other tributes, poised and ready. The counter timed down from 60. 60,59,58,57... Rabbit dreaded the buzz that would enter them into certain death. 45,44,43,42... He remembered something. There was a winner. He could win and return to the hundred acre woods. 30,29,28,27... But it wouldn't be the same without Pooh-Bear though, would it? 19,18,17,16,15... No Pooh would be gone, Christopher Robin would probably stop visiting, and Tigger would cease talking to anyone but Kanga and Roo. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4... He got ready, aiming for the capucornia, the place where weapons armor and food were found. 3,2,1!
Piglet raced away from the capucornia and straight into the woods. He kept on going, watching the way the birds flew, or feeling for wet soil. Nothing. Although the setting was a lush green forest, there were no signs of water anywhere. He kept running, occasionally tripping, or stepping to loudly. His small little feet were not made for running. He ought to find water soon, though. About half an hour passed and he got tired. Maybe he should look for leaves to get water. He tried to scurry up a tree, but it was hard, his arms were scrawny and weak. He finally decided to head to the capucornia. Warily walking there, he found a large stick to use as a makeshift weapon. He quickly found his way to the clearing and walked in. Inside the cold stainless steel froze his feet,but he walked in anyways. He finally grabbed a flask and shook it. Water! Opening it up he took a large amount of it in. He then heard something that made him cringe. Footsteps. He whirled around so fast he got dizzy. Eyore stood at the entrance, blocking his path. "Eyore, thank goodness it's you!" He said, smiling. Eyore smiled back, but not a friendly hi-how're-you-doing smile, more like a I'm-going-to-kill-you-but-it's-going-to-be-quick stepped forward, his eyes low. "Piglet, I was hoping I'd meet you." Piglet suddenly realized what was going to happen and screeched for help. "This is the Death Games, dear Piglet. No one worth their life will save you." Piglet's expression saddened, "What motive must you have, Eyore? I thought we were friends." Piglet said, his eyes reflecting hurt and betrayal. Eyore stiffened, obviously this was a sore subject. "Everything was perfect until you came along, I had a best friend who I could stand by, but you took that away, Piglet! You stole from me, and I'm simply getting some, 'recompense', you could say." Eyore grinned wickedly, like a mad scientist, preparing a weapon of mass destruction. Piglet tried to run, but his legs wouldn't move.
Eyore felt a soft voice in his head say, 'don't do it Eyore! Pooh wouldn't want this, either.' But he quickly shoved it away. His eyes glinted, and he struck. Once, twice, three times to Piglets frail body, that crumpled under his weight and strength. Piglet squeaked in pain, now in a sad little heap on the cold ground. He was still breathing, Eyore watched intently while Piglet's chest rose and dropped slowly, his breath becoming more shallow. The little voice screamed, 'you monster! You killed one of your friends over a little jealousy. ' Eyore bowed his head low and pulled up one of his flimsy hooves, and placed it on Piglets mouth and nose. Piglet made some feeble resisting attempts but he was in no condition to fight back, and soon his attempts stopped altogether. Realization suddenly hit Eyore, like a large rock. He had just killed one of his friends, one that gave him a place to live when he was sure he would freeze to death in the winter time. He was given friendship and returned it with bitterness, and betrayal. Eyore dipped his head, and sadly muttered, "Goodbye, dear Piglet. I'm sorry, this world would have been better without me, I suppose." He sadly trudged off and his tail hooked onto a small branch. Because they never replaced it with the nail, and rather with duck-tape, it broke of. Eyore had the first smile since he had been in the forest, receiving his house from Piglet. He fashioned his tail around the little branch and tied a loop on the bottom. He put his head in the loop and let his weight drift off him. THUNK! The branch cracked under his weight and dropped to the ground. He would have to go on living for now. With that horrible deed that he committed. He sighed, 'I can't even kill myself right! What a useless heap of fur I must be now.'
Pooh-Bear had been instructed to run as far away as he could from the capucornia. Buttercup had said that she would get all the supplies. And she asked him to climb a tree and find water. He found a large poplar, one that could surely take his weight. He scuffled up it, and reached the top in around 40 seconds. He searched around, finally finding a glare in the forest. It was a large pond. He turned to the left and saw Buttercup, she was in the depths of the capucornia and stayed there for what seemed like hours. Pooh was almost convinced that she had been lost forever, killed in the swath of tributes. But soon she reappeared, a backpack and a knife in hand. He quickly climbed down, imprinting the location of the water source in his head. "Hey, fluff. Find a water source?" Buttercup said. "Quite." Pooh said. "Well, spit it out! Where is it?" Buttercup weakly smiled. "Over there, but I would like to see if Piglet is still alive. Can we look?" He asked while walking. "I'm afraid not, Pooh. Going out to see if Piglet is okay takes time away from foraging, and making sure we don't get killed. Plus, they'll show the deaths on a holographic screen. They won't show the the killer, though." She said. "Why ever not?" Pooh wondered. "Because, Pooh, if let's say, I killed Timmy, and they could show me doing it, anyone who may have alliances with him might be out for my blood." A cold draft brushed up against her, making her walk just a bit faster. Pooh walked faster to catch up, and in an hour they reached a small lake. No one guarded it. So it couldn't possibly be the only water source. Buttercup grinned, "perfect, Pooh. You really out done your self." She said. She rustled in the backpack she had gotten and looked inside. "Um, a knife, a , a bag of cheese, some rope, and plastic wrap." Buttercup said, explaining her find. "Come on, Fluffy, we need some shelter, and I don't really want to break into our cheese just yet." She said, motioning over to Pooh. Pooh walked over and looked around. Finally he found something, a dead tree, on it's side and hollowed out. "Perhaps we could rest there?" He asked. Buttercup spun around and nodded, "okay, you're the survival guy-er-bear. " she said, "I'm going to get some food, Kay? Yell if you need me." Buttercup walked off and Pooh was tired, he knew sleeping was a dangerous action, and he knew he could be killed without his own knowing but he risked it. As soon as he lowered his eyelids, sleep washed over him.
Rabbit was holed up in a makeshift nest, he tried grabbing a bag at the capucornia, but someone else was high on the prize, a young red-haired girl, Blossom. He made it out with just a simple slash across his cheek. It wasn't deep, but it stung like a wasp. He stay still, trying to conserve his body heat in the cold night. Music came on, it was elegant and beautiful, but Rabbit was almost afraid to look at the screen, what if Pooh had found himself up there, dead? He prayed and looked up. His eyes widened, and his heart filled with terror and shock. "Oh my gosh, Piglet!" He said softly. Piglet's name appeared on the score board, making Rabbit quiver in fright. How could someone target poor innocent Piglet? Better, who did it? He pressed his palm to his face and sat down, he felt as if he would topple over any second. Rabbit stepped up and walked, he needed to find Eyore, if Pooh was still alive that meant Buttercup had kept her promise to team with him. He lost Piglet, and Christopher Robin would kill him if he didn't try and save Eyore. If he wasn't already dead, that is. He walked for hours, his search in vain. He sat down, giving up. An almost silent noise sounded, like a camera, zooming in for a picture. He turned and sure enough he saw a glint of light hit the camera and leave. He stared at the camera and walked towards it. "Christopher Robin, if you're watching you already know that Piglet has gone. But I'm not going to screw up this time, I'll find Eyore and protect him." He spoke into the mic. He would walk the edges of the world to get Eyore, but he didn't know that the edge was a very dangerous place to stand.
i know its short but bear with me, I wanted to get Piglet's death out of the way so I didn't have to keep writing his viewpoint.