Hello, all, and it's time for the second chapter! Time to introduce the Tributes! Also, I might not be all the way up to speed on some of these things. I've read all of Maximum Ride and Warriors, I've seen most of Hetalia, and I know enough about Pokemon to write this. But I'm only in the second season of Lost, so excuse me if I seem to forget something about the Lost characters that comes from a later season.
Disclaimer: Haters gonna hate, and that's why I have a disclaimer that says I don't own any of these fandoms.
Scourge was pleased by his appearance in the mirror. The interviews with Luna Lockheart, who was basically the host of the pre-Games activities, were about to start. Each of the tributes would be interviewed by Luna, then the tributes would get a good night's sleep before tomorrow, when the Games started.
Since he had been brought from his world to this one, Scourge's life had been so much better. He had been treated like someone important instead of a lowlife animal. He's spent the past week training and found out that he was very good with knives. He couldn't wait to enter the arena.
Though, life as a human had taken some getting used to. Back in his world, he was only a cat. Now he could walk and talk with the humans, or, as him and his fellow tributes called them, twolegs.
Scourge had extremely pale skin and was quite short, only about 5'4'. His hair, which hung in his eyes, was raven-black and his eyes were the iciest of blues. A purple spiked dog collar looped itself around his neck. He was currently wearing an all-black tuxedo. When he smiled, his white and slightly pointed teeth gleamed.
Then he heard a call for him to come outside of the dressing room. He did as he was told and came to stand in front of a large television so he could watch the other interviews. He was the last to go on stage, so he was able to watch all of the interviews. In short, these were the other tributes:
From the world of the mysterious island, deemed as the world of Lost, were a fat Latino man named Hurley, a brunette woman named Danielle, an old man named Locke, and a young man named Boone. They didn't seem like much of a threat.
From the world with the mutants, called the world of Maximum Ride, were a ginger-haired teenage boy named Iggy, a feisty girl named Max, a cruel-looking man named Ari, and an eccentric scientist named Dr. Gunther-Hagen. Oddly, Max and Iggy had wings and Ari could transform into a half-wolf creature. Scourge made a mental note to watch out for Ari.
From the world where countries were represented as people, dubbed with the title of Hetalia, were a bushy-browed and blonde man named England, a dirty blonde dunce named America, a quiet Asian man named Japan, and an albino man named Prussia, who seemed to have an abusive relationship with the word 'awesome'.
From the world where monsters were trained to fight, named the world of Pokemon, were a catlike young man named Meowth, a purple-haired goofball named James, a brown-skinned flirt named Brock, and green-haired boy named N.
From the world where people could see the activities of other worlds through books and films, titled Reality, were a brunette girl named Lee, a fire-haired girl named Anne, a scrawny boy with strawberry blonde hair named Owen, and a girl with long dirty blonde hair named McKenna, all of them teenagers.
From Scourge's world, the world where cats live in Clans, were Bluestar, an old woman with blue hair, Cinderpelt, a young woman with dark gray hair, and Ashfur, a teenage boy with ash-gray hair.
Then it was time for Scourge's interview. As he walked onto the lavender-colored stage, Luna, whose appearance could be described by only the word silver, introduced him. After he sat down, Luna began to question him.
"So, Scourge, you got a ten as your training score. How did you accomplish that?" Luna looked at him with her inhumanely large eyes.
"It was easy," Scourge stated confidently. "All I had to do was throw a few knives and the Gamemakers were wrapped around my finger."
"Really?" Luna exclaimed. "What, besides your skill with knives, do you think qualifies you to be the winner?"
Scourge grinned. "Isn't it obvious? I'm clearly stronger than all of the other tributes, and far more intelligent."
"Are you sure about that? Some of the other tributes look pretty smart and, no offense, but you're pretty short," Luna stated.
Anger boiled inside of Scourge. Ever since he was a little kitten, he'd been called small. He'd been made fun of. No one had even considered including him in any fun activities. And it made him bitter. He'd had a terrible childhood, and he placed the blame on his small size.
"Come on, pipsqueak! Climb it!"
Scourge, at that time named Tiny, leaped at the fence again. His siblings, Ruby and Socks, were teasing him because he couldn't climb their backyard fence like they could. He jumped at the fence time and time again, but he just couldn't reach the top.
"Come on, Tiny! Move your little legs!" Ruby taunted.
"Tiny," Socks sneered. "Don't you know what happens to kittens who can't get to the top of the fence?"
"What?" Scourge panted, out of breath from attempting to jump to the top of the fence.
Ruby smirked. "They get left behind! And do you know what happens when a cat is left behind?"
Scourge looked at his siblings. "What?"
"They get killed!" Socks sniggered. "At night, the dogs roam the city looking for little kittens to use as their next meal!"
Before they could taunt Scourge more, there was a call from inside the house. "Ruby, Socks, Tiny, come inside!" The door of the house opened enough for the kittens to come inside. But as soon as Scourge came inside, his siblings pushed him out through the cat door. And then Scourge was trapped outside, for the cat door was only one way.
Scourge noticed that it was getting dark. The crickets had started to chirp and fireflies dotted the air. A howl pierced the air, making Scourge flinch.
"Hey, Tiny!" He turned to see Ruby sitting in the windowsill, which was out of his reach. "Can you do me a favor?"
"What do you want me to do?"
A leer spread across Ruby's face. "Do us a favor and go to the dogs! You're just a burden, another mouth to feed! Even our mother hates you! And our owner was talking about throwing you into the forest!"
Fear coursed through Scourge's veins. All of the housecats, Scourge included at the time, thought that the cats from the forest were a bunch of savages who used bones to pick their teeth. Almost every housecat was terrified of them, including Scourge.
Scourge heard Socks' voice from inside. "Yeah, Tiny, why don't you just go to those cats? You'd get yourself killed in a second!"
And eventually, Scourge did.
"Don't call me short," Scourge growled. "Or else."
Luna chuckled. "Well, good things do come in small packages!" This earned a few laughs from the audience. "Anyway, Scourge, do you think that anyone in the Games has a target on their back?"
Scourge glared at the audience, and then at the area where the tributes were being held. "I don't know who the other tributes are targeting, but I have my eye on Bluestar."
"Why?" Luna asked.
Why? Why? Scourge could go deep into that infernal subject. He could talk about how Bluestar accepted the little kitten down the street into the Clan, but not him. He could talk about how she trained his half-brother to become one of the strongest cats in the forest. But, most of all, he could talk about how Bluestar taught that very half-brother how to fight and kill Scourge himself, after all he had worked for. But, instead of all that, he simply said, "We've had some incidents in the past."
Luna questioned, "What do you plan on doing?"
Scourge's face contorted into a sneer far crueler than the ones he had received from his siblings. His sneer made him bare his teeth as if he was a sinister vampire and his eyes were colder than the world's icecaps. But when he spoke, his words were icier still.
"Well, let's just say that there's nothing I do better than revenge."
Tune in next chapter, because the Games are about to start! Please R&R!
~Haymitch-The-Hobo