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Zing! Mulan had only taken one step outside before an arrow was flying towards her. Letting reflexes take over, she dropped to the ground right as the arrow shot past just above her head. She rolled quickly to her feet and swept a swift gaze over her opponents, rapidly forming a loose plan in her head.

Mulan advanced towards Tiana, the closest of the three. She deflected a knife with her sword and stepped closer, dodging a blow from Rapunzel as Merida nocked another arrow. Mulan brought up her sword and slashed Tiana across the chest, whose feeble attempt to stop her catapulted head over heels in the air until it hit the snow in front of the cave with a thud. Mulan then put Tiana out of her misery by landing a second blow to the heart. Blood spurted out from her wound, some of it landing in Mulan's eyes, and Mulan tried to ignore the sick feeling in her stomach.

She jumped to the side to avoid the arrow that she knew was coming as she quickly swiped a hand over her eyes to wipe the blood away. Taking a few deep breaths, she was about to charge at Merida while the latter was nocking an arrow, but from the corner of her eye, she saw Rapunzel charge at Pocahontas, her club/cooking utensil-like "weapon" raised above her head.

Without thinking, Mulan turned around and sprinted in the other direction, just as Rapunzel was about to bring her weapon down on Pocahontas. In one swift motion, Mulan beheaded Rapunzel-a clean, painless kill. Blood shot out of her neck, most of flowing into the snow and staining it red. The weapon Rapunzel was holding dropped out of her hands, banging on Pocahontas's head and almost knocking her out. Mulan winced at the ringing noise it made upon contact, but wasted no time on dwelling, instead turning back towards Merida.

Her eyes widened. A sickening dread filled her stomach. Merida was aiming an arrow straight at Mulan, and with a quick release of her fingers, sent it flying.

Merida was a good distance away. Mulan definitely would have been able to dodge the arrow. No, that wasn't why she was suddenly filled with dread.

It was because Mulan couldn't dodge the arrow. Pocahontas was behind her.

If I die, I die with honor, Mulan repeated to herself, Shang's words' meaning finally becoming clear to her.

Mulan stood there unmoving, and steeled herself.

With a thud accompanied by an unbearable, burning pain, the arrow hit Mulan in the stomach, in the same place that Shan Yu's sword had made its mark so long ago, but yet she carried the memory as if it happened yesterday.

Grasping her side, Mulan crumpled to the ground, her eyes squeezed shut, drowning in pain.

Mulan wasn't wishing that she was back at home.

Guilt consumed her as she found herself wishing she had never left.

Pocahontas's scream rose up in her throat as she saw Mulan's figure go down in front of her.

"Mulan!" she tried to voice, but no sound came out. To her horror, she saw that Merida was aiming another arrow at Mulan to confirm the kill.

In the midst of her panic, Pocahontas picked up Tiana's knife from the ground and hurled it at Merida in a desperate attempt to stop her. The knife was heading in a direction so far away from Merida that she didn't even bother moving aside, just stood there as it sailed by, smiling smugly at Pocahontas.

"Ha, missed me," Merida smirked in a voice so full of conceit that Pocahontas would have punched her even if they weren't in the Hunger Games. "Thought you could stop me by getting those bows and arrows, but guess what? I have skills to make my own."

I want her to die, Pocahontas thought angrily. It was a rare moment of hatred. But the rarity of her hatred only increased its danger.

"And looks like you can't even aim a knife at someone standing five feet away from you, so say goodbye now, Pocahontas." Merida's smirk widened.

Pocahontas gave her a piercing glare. She hated Merida, hated her with all her might, because of what she had done to Mulan. Perhaps it was irrational hatred, because it was the Hunger Games, after all, but it was the most intense, burning hatred she had ever felt for a single person.

"I wasn't aiming for you," Pocahontas said quietly. She watched as Merida's head tilted in confusion, and then as realization slowly dawned upon her features. Almost as if dreading what she was about to see, Merida followed Pocahontas's gaze until it landed on her bowstring, which was cut in half and dangling limply beside the bow, rendering it useless.

Merida's eyes widened in disbelief, and then flashed with fear as she turned her head back towards Pocahontas. She let out a shaky breath before whirling around and sprinting down the mountain. Pocahontas watched her escape for a couple seconds with the slightest twinge of satisfaction. Then, her gaze hardened. Satisfaction was not enough. She wanted vengeance.

Picking up Mulan's sword from the ground next to its fallen owner, Pocahontas sprinted, faster than she ever had before, after Merida. All her pain was forgotten, now that Mulan was in greater pain than she was.

She reached Merida in an instant and delivered a blow with all her might at her back. Merida fell to the ground with a groan, eyes begging for mercy. Blinded by fury like never before, Pocahontas brought her sword down on Merida again, this time on her chest. Pocahontas felt nothing when she saw the crimson blood spurt out of the wound and onto her own hands.

In a moment swallowed by fire and hatred, Pocahontas repeatedly slashed Merida across her whole body, mutilating her, and continued to do so even after the cannon had sounded, stopping only when Merida's remains were left in seven pieces.

Pocahontas stood there and stared at the bloodied mess that she had created, knowing that with the pain she'd just inflicted upon Merida and the sorry state her body was left in, she had just delivered the cruellest kill in this year's Games.

She turned over her hands and saw Merida's dark red blood staining them.

She wiped her palms on her dress, but the blood remained on on her hands.

Pocahontas let out a shaky breath. She wiped her hands again, harder this time, but the blood was still there.

Her hands were trembling now. She rubbed her them against the fabric, desperately now, willing the color to come off them, begging the blood to go away. But no matter how hard she tried, it seemed as if her hands stayed crimson, slathered in the blood that she had drawn.

Pocahontas took a deep breath. This is who I am now, she told herself. I'm a murderer. Accept it."

She looked back down at her hands, but this time with forced indifference. She gave a wry smile.

Mulan! I forgot about Mulan! she realized suddenly. She widened her eyes in horror, cursing herself in her head.

She spun around and willed herself to run as fast as she could to Mulan's aid.

"Mulan!" Pocahontas's voice seemed to ring in her ears as Mulan lay on the ground, curled up in a fetal position, trying to staunch the flow of blood that was now pouring out of her wound. She felt herself being cradled in gentle arms and lifted back into the cave.

"Mulan," Pocahontas repeated, gently prodding her until she opened her eyes. "This is going to hurt, but we need to pull the arrow out."

Mulan nodded bravely, clenching her jaw in anticipation.

"On the count of three. One, two, three!"

Pocahontas pulled hard, the arrow coming loose in her hands. It was accompanied by Mulan's scream that was half-muffled by her hands, but was still the most heart-wrenching sound Pocahontas had ever heard.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly. "I know I tried to save you this morning, but I ended up hurting you, and I am so sorry. But you're going to be okay." Mulan responded by coughing up a spray of blood. It trickled down the side of her face and onto the snow, staining it a dark maroon color. Pocahontas tried not to stare too long at it, a sick feeling in her stomach.

Even more blood now gushing like a river from Mulan's abdomen, causing Pocahontas to gasp. She was not supposed to be losing this much—

"Reopened war wound," Mulan said faintly before drifting into unconsciousness.

Shan Yu loomed above her, his eerily evil face peering down at Mulan.

"No, please, not again," she whispered. His sword came down on her, slashing her over and over until she was a bloody mess.

"Someone…" she croaked, tears forming in her eyes.

An army of Huns crowded around Mulan, all grinning down at her.

"I call her eyes," one declared.

"I want her blood," another cackled.

"I'll take her legs."

"Arms."

"Brain."

"And I'll be eating her heart," Shan Yu announced with a sinister laugh that echoed in Mulan's head.