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6 ) Hunger Games

Chara flipped the bloodied knife on his hand. He just had killed some unfortunate teenager from whatever backwater district he didn’t care for. The sound of the announcement of his death was heard through the entire field.

“Well, nothing personal kid,” he said, licking the blood of the knife. He felt like an idiot and then spat, and used the dead teenager’s shirt to clean his knife.

It was the fourth confirmed kill of the round. The audience started to compare him to a ghost, due to how sneaky and how sudden his kills were. Like a ghost, he stalked his victim, doing little noise and when he revealed himself, it was already too late for the victim.

He impressed many by how easy it was for him to kill others. Many betted on him to be the champion of the Hunger Games of that year. But even someone as him had weaknesses.

And he felt his itching when he saw a blonde girl, with long hair, stuck in a tree. A mutant dog barked at her, attempting to climb it up.

It was the same blonde girl that resisted his charms adn was insufferable to him. She didn’t seem to have any proficiency in killing others and yet she landed as a tribute for some mysterious reason.

But there was something in her that nagged on the boy. The way she looked so innocent and yet so dumb, it made him angry and it made him want to…protect her?

It was preposterous. He was trained to kill, not to protect. For that reason, he threw his knife at the dog. It hit it right on the back of its head. It made it confused, and it ran to Chara.

Seeing a branch nearby, Chara smirked. The moment the dog jumped at him, he lifted the branch, impaling the mutant dog.

“Stupid dog,” he said, while the dog agonized in a puddle of blood.

Then, he climbed the tree, in which the girl stood. With a coy smirk, he said, “Aren’t you scared?” He said, placing the tip of her knife at her chin.

“Death doesn’t scare me.” She replied, with a frown on her face and…was she blushing?

“And what scares you?”

“You.”

The smirk on Chara’s face grew and he leaned closer to her. “Are you afraid of me?”

“You dummy.” She glanced aside, not being able to hide her blush. “My district had no tributes this year, so they tossed me randomly into it.”

“Now, look at me,” he said, grabbing her chin to look into her eyes. He couldn’t stop blushing when looking into those emerald eyes. “It’s a shame such prettiness must be wasted on this brutal sport.”

“There you are talking about things that make no sense.” She replied, frowning at him. Her heart pumped inside her ribcage and she breathed heavily when looking into his ruby eyes.

“Why do you fear me?” He said, still keeping his smirk and grabbing her neck, but not enough to hurt her.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She tried to sound indignant, “You jerk!”

“Am I a fate worse than death?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Maybe.”

“Only one can survive this twisted game,” he said, picking a lock of her hair and smelling on it. She remained silent, shivering at that. “I accepted this game because I deserve to die anyway. Do you have what it takes to kill me?”

Her heartbeat exploded and she continued shivering, but she didn’t want to leave him. On an impulse, she placed her hands on his neck.

“Heh, you have soft hands,” he said, unfazed by her attitude, “These hands aren’t good for killing.” He sighed. “Unlike mine…”

Her grip on his neck softened. Slowly, she moved her hand to caress his cheek. She wondered how the cheek of a killer could be so soft?

“Chara…” he said, “You deserve to know the name of your killer.”

“Marya…” she replied, “And I told you don’t fear death. Kill me if you must, you dummy.”

“I think,” he said, leaning forward to smell her neck, “I think I’m going to kill you last.”

“If you don’t die first.” She replied, crossing her legs and breathing heavily.

“I’m good at what I do,” he said, gently placing both hands on her shoulders and making her lie down against the branch they were in. “I can think of at least 14 ways to kill you right now, but maybe the thing I want to do to you is the most stupid thing I’ll ever do.”

“Then do it, if you must.” She replied, frowning at him and then closing her eyes.

Chara leaned forward and closed his eyes. Lips touched each other; it was a small kiss at first, and they started to press against each other with more vigor. Marya moaned a bit, while passing her hands on his back and Chara continued kissing her, slipping in some tongue.

“You jerk.” She said, frowning at him, with her lips still full of his saliva.

“I need to kill you.” Chara said, licking his lips. “But I’ll still going to kill you last. Wait here.” He said, and descended the tree. He entered the Hunger Games because he wanted to die, because of his sins. But now, he wasn’t so sure and decided to find a way to escape, with Marya.

#drabble #so i vaguely remember watching the hunger games movie #so i went into it #and this turned into a twisted romance #and i had no idea why

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