#so she couldn't do much other than cure their injuries since they're pretty much just devils by that point)

[laugtherhyena]

Control over time

[babieyangyang10]

violent ends (chapter 8)

(chapter 8)

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genre: hunger games!au

pairings: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: language, mentions of blood, fighting, deaths, mentions of sex

A/N: I’m curious, tell me if you’re team Renjun or team Jaemin!

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Athena's POV

Sixty.

That's how many seconds I have before I have to step off this metal circle. It's all the time they give us to survey our surroundings. I look around to see the other tributes scattered randomly, all facing towards the cornucopia. Heart thumping, I spot Jaemin on the complete opposite end.

There are supplies almost an arm-length away from me, however everyone knows that the most useful supplies is placed in the mouth of the Cornucopia. Almost beckoning for me to take one, knifes are displayed on the walls.

Thirty Seconds.

I'm counting down in my head. Should I grab the book bag in front of me in case there's a weapon in it? But then, by the time I get to the Cornucopia, others will already be waiting for me with their fresh pick. However, if I'm quick enough I could get them while their backs are turned.

Twenty seconds.

Breathe. I look around to see no other than Haechan placed exactly to my right. That's a huge problem. No matter what I choose, he's going to be right on my trail. But the bag is so close!

Bag or Cornucopia?

Fifteen seconds.

My eyes dart, back and forth trying to come up with a decision. Then, suddenly I question how I will even be able to find Jaemin during the chaos, if he decides to ditch me and run away to the lake. He wouldn't, right?

I look him in the eyes and discreetly nod towards the Cornucopia, praying he gets the message. Or that he even saw it, considering he's about 20 tributes away from me.

Now back to the bag situation.

10 seconds. Big, yellow letters appear on a screen in the Cornucopia, counting down. 

Back and forth, I struggle to come up with a quick decision on which I should do first. However, when I look over to my left, over two tributes away is Renjun. Noticing my visible distress, he shakes his head at me.

"Don't." He mouths.

I get into running position and keep my eyes on the knifes. Guess I'll give up on the backpack. Although, since Renjun is officially my competition now, should I trust his input?

Is this a secret plan between the three of them to collectively slash me to bits?

5 seconds.

Fine, I've made up my mind. Okay, Huang Renjun, I'll forget the dumb fucking bag.

3 seconds.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe you fucking moron, before you pass out.

2 seconds.

Then, I hear it, the gong. My body takes over and I'm sprinting as fast as I can. I'm so close now, I can practically already feel the blades in my hands. My lungs are burning, but I don't care.

I reach out and grab several, random knifes from the wall. However, once I turn around, my whole body collides with the sharp wall behind me. A boy from District 5 has his bare hands around my throat, making me drop the knifes.

Pivoting my body to the right, I strike his arm with my left palm. Once he falls forward, I use the same arm to lock around his neck. Squeezing as hard as I can, I grab whatever I can from the wall with my free hand and thrust it into the side of his neck.

Blood violently seeps in squirts from the wound onto me, as I release him from my hold. I grab my dropped weapons and a backpack by my ankle. When I look up, I am greeted by absolute madness.

Lee Jeno is standing over a young girl from District 3 with an axe stuck in the middle of her head. Meanwhile,  Renjun has just slashed open the District 8 boy's neck. Too occupied, they don't even notice me running past them. However, I feel someone leap on my back, causing me to crash face-first into the ground. I use all my strength to roll the large boy off of me, before stunning him with a sharp and painful punch to the nose. Wasting no time, I jab a knife into his throat, before pulling it out to keep.

Jaemin.

I desperately try to look for the blond boy, but he's nowhere to be found. There's beginning to be less people, meaning the Careers will spot me if I stick around much longer. While they're occupied with hacking away at the poor tributes, I decided to immediately follow Taeyong's advice of collecting water. It's important that I get there before Renjun does the same. I sprint through trees, trying to achieve a safe distance.

Once I've gotten away far enough to no longer hear the deafening screams of the dying children, I could softly hear the sound of moving water masked under the chirping birds.  At this moment, I can't help but feel jealous of them. They have no idea what's truly happening beneath them.  Stuck in their own little world, safe from harm's way in the trees. Even if something where to happen to them, they have wings to fly away with. I guess, they remind me of the people from the Capitol.

As the sound of water gets louder, I make sure to tread quietly. The Careers can't be far, and right now I'm alone and vulnerable. God, I wish Jaemin was here right now.

Noticing the dirt become muddier as I walk near the sound, I know I should be extremely close by now.

Snap.

Alerted, I quietly crouch behind a tree. Knife ready, I wait until the crunching of leaves get close enough, before I jump out and tackle the noisy perpetrator to the floor.

They put up a good fight too, attempting to push me off their back. During our wrestling, I notice them looking around frantically, probably looking for their weapon since they dropped it during the tackle.

Suddenly, the head becomes locked in one direction. Following his gaze, I see a trident laying on the forest floor.

A trident?

They notice me pause, throwing me backwards into the ground. My head smacks backwards against it, my eyes shutting in pain.

Once they open, I am face-to-face with the sharp prongs of the trident.

Cowering backwards, I frantically say, "Jaemin! It's me."

Once he realizes, the alerted look on his face fades away into one of concern, "Athena, are you okay?"

Jaemin chucks his weapon to the side and thoroughly looks over my face and body for injuries.

"It's not my blood," I assure him, "Ran into some people at the Cornucopia." 

"It's literally everywhere. Here, follow me to the lake, so you can wash it off." He gently pulled me up off the ground.

Grabbing his trident in one hand and my own hand in his other, he leads me to the lake. We crouch down by the waterside. My hands scooping up some water to cure the dryness in my throat. Then, I began scrubbing off the blood from my face and body.

"What happened out there? I couldn't find you at the Cornucopia." He asked, curious.

I watch the blood fading away into nothing in the river, as I speak, "I made it to the center. The guy from District 5 tried to choke me out right away. Then, after I started looking for you, I got tackled by a guy I couldn't see."

Frowning at the now clear water, "Honestly, for a second, I thought you left without me, when I couldn't find you there."

"I wouldn't leave you. We're in this till the end, okay?" Jaemin promises.

"Til the end, then," I agree, "What happened to you?"

"I only got to this," He held up his trident, "before Haechan is launching at me with bow and arrows. He kept chasing me, and before I know it I ended up far behind the back of the Cornucopia.That's where I spotted this lake from. He kept calling out for me, but eventually I guess he just gave up. That's when I decided to leave and set out to find you."

Taking in his words, I point out, "It sounds a lot like they were trying to purposely separate us, so they could kill us easier. Don't you think?"

"It makes sense, " He suddenly laughed, "it's funny though, we almost killed each other for them."

"I'm sorry for tackling you like that." I apologized.

"It's fine. Is your head okay?" Jaemin softly patted the back off my head.

"It is now." I bat my eyelashes, playing it up for the cameras. Looking around, I notice some  flowers sticking up through the water, surrounded by Lilly pads.

"What are these?" He curiously picked one from the water.

"They're pond lilies. They're good for infections and burns. Plus anti-inflammatory too." I remember what Taeyong taught me.

"Hm, so smart," He smiles down at me, before tucking the flower behind my ear, "and pretty too."

I don't hide the way my cheeks flush. Just like they did last night, when I was with Renjun.

Distracting myself from the thought, I decide to look throw the bright orange back pack I picked up after killing the District 5 guy. While rummaging through it, I found a pack of crackers, a pack of dried beef strips, a bottle of iodine, a box of wooden matches, a bit of coiled wire, glasses, and an empty black water bottle.

Grabbing the bottle, I began to fill it up with water for later. Then, I place it back in the backpack along with some of the knifes I've been holding onto. While doing so, Jaemin proceeds to try on the glasses.

"Wow, these really do suck. I can still see the sun." He murmurs, looking around.

"Then, they're probably supposed to be used during night. That'll be useful for hunting. Speaking of hunting, you hungry?" I ask, feeling my stomach rumble at the first mention of food.

"Yeah, let's go."

Renjun's POV

Jeno, Haechan, and I had decided to turn the Cornucopia into our own little camp. We had  all the supplies we could ever need. I mean, sure, there's about ten bodies just laying around, but home sweet home, right?

However, right now it wasn't feeling too sweet.

"What the fuck happened out there, Haechan? The plan was whoever was closest to her would kill her as soon as she stepped off the platform. You were the closest." complained an irritated Jeno.

I don't feel guilty that Haechan is unknowingly taking the hit for me. In fact, I was the one who stopped her from getting that bag and immediately dying by the bare hands of Haechan. I'm not sure what made me do it. I keep telling myself that maybe I was thinking about her being defenseless and unable to put up a fair fight would be unfair.

Or maybe I'm just pussy-whipped after last night, I don't know. My hand subconsciously goes to the hidden mark she left near my collarbone. Although I can't see it, I can feel the slight pain as my fingers pass over it. A reminder of last night.

Ripping my hand away, I try to tune back into the argument to avoid popping up a boner, while on live national-fucking-television.

"She was just too fast. I was sure that huge dude from District 5 was going to finish her off for me," Haechan suddenly remembered something, "Besides I was the one who made sure they were separated like our Plan B said to do."

I guess he's right. If we were able to kill them, we were going to do our best to separate them. Without Athena, Jaemin probably couldn’t survive, since District 4 is entirely a beach district. That fish boy probably has no idea how to survive for a week in the woods.

On the other hand, Athena, for some reason, needs him just as much. The three of us had debated on the reason why. Maybe she’s using him for his fame and sponsors? Although, she had received a lot of positive attention based on her own charms. She didn’t need him for that.

That’s what led us to the conclusion that she had a little girl crush on him. The thought makes me sick. I thought the Lee Athena I grew up with, would never waste her time on a guy like him.

As the sky becomes dark, I wondering what they’re doing now. Are they dead? Or still all alone? I can imagine Athena, hiding in a tree all by herself, frightened and scared. A little part of me wonders what would happened if she joined the Careers. Would she be here right now sitting next to me? Listening to these annoying boys bicker with each other.

Where are you, Lee Athena?

Maybe they found each-other. Maybe they’re looking up at the same sky right now.

I can see it. Them huddling close together, blaming it on their need to keep warm for the night. His arms wrapped around her, tightly. Her head resting against his check, watching the stars.

God, it makes me sick.

[blogocrap]

Satan: I AM A GROWN WOMAN FEB

murde™: YOU'RE GOING TO KILL YOURSELF WITH THOSE DEATH STICKS

Satan: DO YOU SEE THE SHIT THAT I GET INTO? I'M MORE LIKELY TO DIE FROM LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE

murde™: AT LEAST YOU COULD BE HEALTHY

Satan: GETTING SHOT ISN'T HEALTHY BUT THAT KEEPS HAPPENING

murde™: THAT'S A PHYSICAL INJURY NOT AN AILMENT YOU NUMPTY - YOU COULD GET CANCER FROM THIS

murde™: PHYSICAL INJURIES CAN BE TREATED FAR BETTER THAN ILLNESSES

Satan: THIS IS PAST THE YEAR 2600 DO WE REALLY NOT HAVE A CURE FOR CANCER YET

murde™: NO

murde™: IT MUTATES TOO MUCH - IT'S HARD TO CURE SOMETHING THAT MUTATES SO MUCH

Satan: STILL ALLOW ME MY SMOKES

murde™: NO

Satan: I AM AN ADULT. I CAN SMOKE IF I WANT TO.

murde™: I AM YOUR DOCTOR I AM TELLING YOU NOT TO

Satan: YOU ARE BIASED AND YOU ARE NOT MY ONLY DOCTOR

murde™: THE OTHERS AGREE WITH ME

murde™: WE'VE TRIED TO GET UP TO STOP BEFORE

Satan: I'M TECHNICALLY A DOCTOR. IN FACT I HAVE TWO DOCTORATES. AND I WORK IN THE MOST DANGEROUS PART OF THE SHIP. I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO SMOKE EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE

murde™: YOU ARE NOT A MEDICAL DOCTOR SO SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND SHUT UP

Satan: MAKE ME

murde™: I'M BIGGER THAN YOU - DO NOT MAKE ME RESTRAIN YOU EM

Satan: YOU HAVE NO LEGAL RIGHT TO DO SO

Satan: I WILL SUE YOUR ASS FOR MALPRACTICE

murde™: I HAVE THE MORAL RIGHT

murde™: WITH WHAT MONEY?

Satan: I HAVE MORE MONEY THAN YOU THINK

Satan: THE MONEY FOR PAYING OFF NARCIS DIDN'T COME FROM NOWHERE

murde™: I'LL GET TAZ INVOLVED IN THIS

Satan: DO IT BITCH

Satan: TAZ HAS BUMMED A CIGARETTE OFF ME BEFORE

murde™: FINE

murde™: THAT WAS BEFORE ALL THE SHIT WENT DOWN EMILIE

Satan: YOU MEAN BEFORE I GOT SHOT BECAUSE NO ONE WARNED ME ABOUT JUNIOR?

murde™: NOT MY FAULT

murde™: I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD AND NEVER SAW HIM THAT NIGHT

murde™: AND I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE TIME YOU KISSED HER BUT WHATEVER - SURE LET'S GO WITH THE SHOOTING

Satan: FOR DEAD GOD'S SAKE I WAS DRUNK

Satan: I WAS REALLY FUCKING DRUNK

murde™: YOU STILL PISSED HER OFF A LOT

murde™: ERGO - SHE'LL SIDE WITH ME

Satan: [9/27/16, 10:32:32 AM] Em: she smokes cigars with their commander it would be pretty hypocritical of them to have any shit

Satan: BOOM BITCH

murde™: OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU - GO AHEAD AND SMOKE YOURSELF TO DEATH

Satan: I DON'T SMOKE THAT OFTEN

Satan: THE WAY YOU TELL IT YOU'D THINK I'M A PERPETUAL CHAIN SMOKER

Satan: ONCE EVERY FEW WEEKS OR FEW MONTHS ISN'T THAT BIG OF A DEAL

murde™: ANY AMOUNT OF SMOKING IS HARMFUL

murde™: BUT WHATEVER, I'M ONLY A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL - HOW SHOULD I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT? GO SMOKE YOUR FUCKING CIGARETTES EMILIE

Satan: FUCK OFF FEBRUARY I AM A GROWN WOMAN I HAVE BEEN SHOT MORE THAN ONCE AND HAVE BEEN TAKING SHIT SINCE I GOT ON BOARD. I WILL SMOKE MY FUCKING CIGARETTE

murde™: WHAT PART OF WHAT I SAID MADE YOU THINK I WANTED YOU TO STAY AND TALK?

Satan: THE PART WHERE YOU HAVE LITERALLY STOLEN MY PROPERTY

Satan: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT I SMOKE YOU DON'T GET TO STEAL MY CIGARETTES

murde™: APPARENTLY NOT ALL OF IT

murde™: TOUGH SHIT EM

Satan: I COULD REPORT YOUR ASS

murde™: GO AHEAD - I DON'T CARE

murde™: THE CIGARETTES ARE GONE ANYWAY

Satan: YOU ACT LIKE CIGARETTES ARE THE WORST THING IN MY LIFE

murde™: THEY'RE THE ONE THING I CAN KEEP OUT OF YOUR LIFE THAT CAN HARM YOU

murde™: BECAUSE I COULDN'T DO THAT WITH ANYTHING ELSE

Satan: YOU CAN FORBID ME FROM SMOKING

Satan: WHEN I AM IN RECOVERY

Satan: NO OTHER TIME

murde™: WILL YOU JUST FUCK OFF NOW?

Satan: NO I WILL NOT

Satan: BECAUSE YOU HAVE STILL STOLEN MY SHIT AND THE THING IS EVERY TIME I FUCK OFF I GET MORE FUCKED UP THAN BEFORE TBQH

murde™: THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT - THEY'RE GONE - I DON'T HAVE THEM ANY MORE SO LEARN TO LIVE WITH YOUR SECRET STASH AND LEAVE ME ALONE

Satan: FINE FUCK YOU TOO