Wanted to make this one longer, but oh well. Also, thanks to all that reviewed ! This story would not be happening if it wasn't for you !
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A violent tremor shook the ground. The Earth split apart as if some giant, supernatural force had
clawed it apart with vicous fury. Rocks tumbled and cascaded to the ground, and the mountain began to tear open and flatten. Needless to say, the tributes hiding out here were not safe. Liechtenstein huffed and panted as she ran. Her outfit was drenched in sweat, and her hair was stuck to her cheeks. Her lungs were on fire, burning with the effort of getting out of the mountain alive. Her left hand clutched three knives, with an extra three stuck in her pocket. At a moment's notice, she could hurl a knife and kill someone. This was actually one of the few times Liechtenstein was happy about her small size. Boulders that were sliding down the mountain could hit somebody like Russia very easily, but little Liechtenstein avoided them all with reletive ease. The next thing she knew, her face was planted againt a tree trunk.
"Owww," she moaned, detatching her face from the tree. Quickly, she looked around. She'd made it to the bottom of the mountain, she had survived. But no one else was in sight. Not even big old Russia, who Liechtenstein had been stalking for the past couple days. She'd come so close to picking him off too, but his creepy sister Belarus had nearly spotted the small nation, and she'd had to run. Belarus always was clining to Russia, even in the arena. Poor Ukraine, who was alos staying with them, seemed left out. Briefly, Liechtenstein wondered if Ukraine had feelings for her younger brother too.
"RUN!" Belarus screeched, pulling Russia from their cave. The mountain was falling, and rocks were cascading down the mountain side like some sort of deadly waterfall. She and Russia managed to scale down the side decently, albeit with a few bruises piece. Ukraine wasn't so lucky. Upon emering from the cave, a boulder had knocked her off her feet.
Russia looked around frantically. "Ukraine! Ukraine!" He whipped his gray haired head from side to side. No sign of his older sister. If she was lucky, Ukraine's massice cleavage could soften any sort of fall, but this seemed like grim hope. Not having time to stay and look back, Russia and Belarus continued hopping down the mountain, getting more cut up and bruised as they went. "There!" Russia cried, diving behind a large tree at the base of the mountain. Heaving, Belarus folowed him. The tree seemed to shelter them from the avalanche somewhat. Russia leaned against the trunk. The Hunger Games were the worst possible thing for him. The large nation had endured horrific trauma over the past few centuries, and the last thing he needed was more of that. He was already detached from the rest of the world as it was.
A glint of something familiar caught Russia's eye. Gray hair, short at that. Russia quickly whirled around, and trudged over to the figure. They were about fifty feet away from the tree, and in bad shape. As Russia got closer, his sorst fears were comfirmed. It was Ukraine. Her panting was ragged, and her rather large chest barely swelled up. She was pale, and had a large, horrifying bloody streak across her chest. Red blood seeped out onto her clothes, staining them. Russia knelt down beside his sister. and cupped her hand in his. It was ice cold, like death.
"Brother...Brother Russia," Ukraine murmered softly, yet as loud as she could. "You came." Her eys looked into Russia's, and the siblings made up for centuries worth of discommunication in one short glance.
"Shhh..." Russia muttered soothingly, smoothing back Ukraine's hair. "I always liked you best." Making sure Belarus could not see, Russia bent down and gave his sister a gentle peck on the forhead. Her eyes swelled with joy, and then went blank and white. For at that moment, something hit Ukraine's back. A sharp steel blade was dug into her, and the handle stuck out. Russia took the knife out of his sister, and looked at the blade. It was plain and wooden, but Russia recognized it, but he couldn't remember from what. A loud, booming canon snapped Russia from his daze. This was Liechtenstein's knife. She'd tried to kill him with it on the first day of the Games, but was unsuccesful. Since then, Russia was pretty sure she'd been stalking him. He gazed into the woods bordering the mountain base, and saw a flash of blond hair. Liechtenstein was nearby. And Russia was going to make her die a slow, pianiful, and torturous death for what she did to his sister.
"Dude, that was rough!" America exclaimed, commenting on the recent earthquake. It had been felt in the woods as well, but America and Japan hadn't really been affected. Luckily. At the moment, the two were scouring the fast woods, hunting. Not for food, but for tributes. They were pretty sure they'd spotted one, but America's arrow missed, and whoever it was was too fast for them. Steadying humself, America gripped his bow and looked up into the trees. Nothing. Earlier, he thought he'd spotted somebody jumping from tree to tree, but there was no sign of them. A branch cracked. A tree rustled. Somebody was wsining between the branches, and now was the time to seize them!
"I hear something!" Japan gasped. "Above us!" America and Japan looked up, just in time to see a purple blur swining on a vine. They grabbed onto another one and swung again, away and away. They were fast...but by the looks of it they were running from something. America and Japan turned around, and looked the danger right in the eyes
Any ideas for what that danger might be ? Do tell !